tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59758011111388256362024-03-13T02:35:11.243-04:00Live in LoveElizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-91095216642787756742011-08-02T19:57:00.000-04:002011-08-02T19:57:39.924-04:00things i'm loving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe17UUONExaxrclkgPPVX8ZErVxNtllzpL3O-3pcPJ7cr97ROKEb2KZNLXy892mt2e1ap07CdwqjjqkHN7mvpw7_P6snyipT0BW1zlpQctK6JT2Hva0RUUMeKAGwTMREt63VKX7ARGgXwf/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe17UUONExaxrclkgPPVX8ZErVxNtllzpL3O-3pcPJ7cr97ROKEb2KZNLXy892mt2e1ap07CdwqjjqkHN7mvpw7_P6snyipT0BW1zlpQctK6JT2Hva0RUUMeKAGwTMREt63VKX7ARGgXwf/s400/IMG_0365.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">our agreement of i cook, he cleans!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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wedding planning kept me very busy so blogging fell off the radar for me.<br />
although i loved every minute of my wedding, part of me is glad it's over. i don't have to plan or stress about it anymore.<br />
now i just get to relax and enjoy my summer break with my dear husband:)<br />
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ladies and gents i now present to you, mr. and mrs. valle<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">first future husband had 2 dozen chocolate covered strawberries sent to my classroom...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKLf4tPMLJCYR9yXwA55Ha1sNjT7RmiaB9Gl39xchBK0d9VexCciSqvLfFu-SEEnAS6AwvSN-jyNQmju06Rn1nHiPnx9whCREaNS2wbLQ1_Aur1WPHoIAbxdgaHnm5Al2HIv6F1ciMN4e/s1600/DSCN0725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKLf4tPMLJCYR9yXwA55Ha1sNjT7RmiaB9Gl39xchBK0d9VexCciSqvLfFu-SEEnAS6AwvSN-jyNQmju06Rn1nHiPnx9whCREaNS2wbLQ1_Aur1WPHoIAbxdgaHnm5Al2HIv6F1ciMN4e/s400/DSCN0725.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and with balloons!!!! my favorite:)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuL8lMVB0ZL5inyhCk8LuLjotzqlbsFqImHAT2Hu4y-I6eMJXlP8P3bBpq0Rx5rJ1-63FDa7V74DTet3mzWtLZQmJyd5bQ9ReTK9OK1ZOyBNm9wSWUXZi6T5dZpaHrVJ6yCNMGt-kOkaF/s1600/DSCN0729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuL8lMVB0ZL5inyhCk8LuLjotzqlbsFqImHAT2Hu4y-I6eMJXlP8P3bBpq0Rx5rJ1-63FDa7V74DTet3mzWtLZQmJyd5bQ9ReTK9OK1ZOyBNm9wSWUXZi6T5dZpaHrVJ6yCNMGt-kOkaF/s400/DSCN0729.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">some people may call it a hallmark holiday but i think it's fun to just take some time to celebrate love<3</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-59134463280648678722011-01-06T22:30:00.001-05:002011-01-06T22:33:08.841-05:00"when God made you he must've been thinking about me"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3u_UgR_YhxYUTE2lxQsA3P-u9W3TK08xPOz2QquNBjD6RuFYNyvc_gvo5SkEKepUwTrvxFtW86g-1VTImLGXyxGgLi3poVak0XVSpgBXRoxGGBW5cmgulxdMPJz9apZIrWnRYncA5k6b/s1600/4017727285_1a884d9ff1_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3u_UgR_YhxYUTE2lxQsA3P-u9W3TK08xPOz2QquNBjD6RuFYNyvc_gvo5SkEKepUwTrvxFtW86g-1VTImLGXyxGgLi3poVak0XVSpgBXRoxGGBW5cmgulxdMPJz9apZIrWnRYncA5k6b/s400/4017727285_1a884d9ff1_o.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">happy birthday to the most amazing man, my future husband<3</div><div style="text-align: center;">i'm so incredibly blessed to have him in my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">even though he doesn't care to make a big deal about his birthday, i sure think it's a big deal and deserves a big celebration. since it's a weekday he got his wish today, but this weekend it's on!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">i can't believe it's a new year. i remember at the end of 2009 i said 2010 will be my year, and it was.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">2009 was not a good year for me. i worked at dead end jobs because i couldn't get into the teaching field for a long time. when i finally did find a teaching job it was the worst experience anyone could have. i also experienced the most painful betrayal that no one should ever have to go through. it was just a rough, stressful, and lonely year. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but then 2010, you came along. i got a job at a great new school and although that fell through another great school came and picked me up. relationships were mended. most importantly i met and fell in love with my future husband. completely unexpected but he was exactly what i needed. </div><div style="text-align: center;">all along, through the good and bad, i just trusted in God and his plan for my life and like always he showed up and showed off in my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i am so looking forward to what God has in store for me in 2011. my life will be completely changing this year and a whole new chapter will begin in my life and it's exciting, scary, beautiful, wonderful, unnerving, and all these crazy emotions in one. but it's so nice to know that i'll have this amazingly wonderful man by my side to get through the rest of the years of my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">here's to 2011...</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-8576719631652506932010-07-27T01:12:00.000-04:002010-07-27T01:12:31.719-04:00christmas in july<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Qe9C2PbcTbmoLE_c3581sRyDxo_d7NwmFT1veIvIIsf1UBRm3nGiLlLVCwkHG2jfKu2Nl-kD5Pyq-n3bBH0yzeCHXlfztyWo6kZb9gs9XX0BzAFNWLKOOoFIn19Ja_4YZ5VNslRvqjdB/s1600/DSCN0423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Qe9C2PbcTbmoLE_c3581sRyDxo_d7NwmFT1veIvIIsf1UBRm3nGiLlLVCwkHG2jfKu2Nl-kD5Pyq-n3bBH0yzeCHXlfztyWo6kZb9gs9XX0BzAFNWLKOOoFIn19Ja_4YZ5VNslRvqjdB/s400/DSCN0423.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">my darling fiance surprised me with these today. our first christmas ornaments<3</div><div style="text-align: center;">i thought it was the sweetest thing ever.</div><div style="text-align: center;">sometimes the little random things are the best ever.</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-83527122810732640852010-07-11T22:53:00.000-04:002010-07-11T22:53:15.972-04:00my little lovies<div style="text-align: center;">last month my nieces and nephew came down to visit. i absolutely love spending time with them and since it happens only about once a year i treasure the time with them. it was also meagan's 3rd birthday. meagan is so special, she is the most lovable little girl i've ever met! even if she doesnt know you she'll give you the biggest hug like she's known you all her life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQyjmabN9Xc9PqRsulbU5sQGDdOFn0gcWYHSSm69mr7Hky6eljT_xJpaiWS7d-wzl7cr8z_qGP6xfCPq4ZarFXmN5jEJJnMHyMrm7OS6J1uTTAnppAFi7Y7R9b6_W14o9-YlXxZ1ahyjB/s1600/DSCN0333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQyjmabN9Xc9PqRsulbU5sQGDdOFn0gcWYHSSm69mr7Hky6eljT_xJpaiWS7d-wzl7cr8z_qGP6xfCPq4ZarFXmN5jEJJnMHyMrm7OS6J1uTTAnppAFi7Y7R9b6_W14o9-YlXxZ1ahyjB/s320/DSCN0333.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQyjmabN9Xc9PqRsulbU5sQGDdOFn0gcWYHSSm69mr7Hky6eljT_xJpaiWS7d-wzl7cr8z_qGP6xfCPq4ZarFXmN5jEJJnMHyMrm7OS6J1uTTAnppAFi7Y7R9b6_W14o9-YlXxZ1ahyjB/s1600/DSCN0333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy42rTCc_LuyLqCbRnX5b7miEPv1BTz5VWV01uH_SL4zwXn42si5Xtl-X1tNKlwEIy4gIGztfjyFKu2e8wmchiggQO3__upQ-YPYTmx1Rb8kRpCMC3ilMXXCwQ3I5cq6X2KdAwaOwRV3M5/s1600/DSCN0332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy42rTCc_LuyLqCbRnX5b7miEPv1BTz5VWV01uH_SL4zwXn42si5Xtl-X1tNKlwEIy4gIGztfjyFKu2e8wmchiggQO3__upQ-YPYTmx1Rb8kRpCMC3ilMXXCwQ3I5cq6X2KdAwaOwRV3M5/s320/DSCN0332.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> won't they make the cutest flower girls and ring bearer:)</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-78037490238200534762010-07-08T00:59:00.000-04:002010-07-08T00:59:20.803-04:00just saying<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjI5KlUv3auJoz-apasHkUswmIBpQrUt2lRuWB6nDhdbPPTrUllkpMci8osvM5DSJvx0bwGHSGsP3pvUZ3LZiVMFtBloiQ9BJsb8GZxQtetPwPEMgLGdk3X9Ljl6RtjX4Ie3WN1IYsemWH/s1600/DSCN0394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjI5KlUv3auJoz-apasHkUswmIBpQrUt2lRuWB6nDhdbPPTrUllkpMci8osvM5DSJvx0bwGHSGsP3pvUZ3LZiVMFtBloiQ9BJsb8GZxQtetPwPEMgLGdk3X9Ljl6RtjX4Ie3WN1IYsemWH/s320/DSCN0394.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">my dad is the goofiest man you will ever meet.</div><div style="text-align: center;">he bought this hat with the craziest hair and he LOVES wearing it around to see people's reactions (not going to lie it's pretty funny). </div><div style="text-align: center;">you gotta love this man:)</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-20678556908192943862010-06-22T09:31:00.001-04:002010-06-22T09:31:45.708-04:00back from new york<div style="text-align: center;">and i have some fabulous news...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UPXQb4k-oARHGsOX4yGg9iO5CELV5paqvF6YlpkdGMnN9vJZbmQDVyDbE6ejjlsNsWJM0OrcX37TltnATNItL5m_b14IpuiBeXkcIGleKd8qEFFLLnvxcvi8baXv8zwyGDANwvaZK3U3/s1600/ElizabethandJames1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UPXQb4k-oARHGsOX4yGg9iO5CELV5paqvF6YlpkdGMnN9vJZbmQDVyDbE6ejjlsNsWJM0OrcX37TltnATNItL5m_b14IpuiBeXkcIGleKd8qEFFLLnvxcvi8baXv8zwyGDANwvaZK3U3/s400/ElizabethandJames1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">:D</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-12979032028200309252010-06-10T22:34:00.000-04:002010-06-10T22:34:03.513-04:00no more pencils, no more books<div style="text-align: center;">wow i sure have neglected my poor little blog. i've just had a lot on my plate these days but thankfully my plate is about to get really empty. yes sir summer vacation is 1 day away from me. my head is about to explode from excitement and happiness. this past school year has been one of the hardest years of my life but i won't get in to all the details of why the school i work at completely sucks. i just want to think about having a wonderful summer and going on a well deserved vacation in 1 day to NYC with my guy<3</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but i won't lie i sure will miss my kiddos. their last day in school was yesterday and it was bittersweet. one of my little ones said "i'm going to miss you, can i hug you?" and i literally had to fight back the tears. those kids were the only thing keeping me going at that school, thank God for those kids:)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JiWPeLphnLOGEfrEYC94lGUGbXhIv9G4p_aj3zNDcizJlmDL1_cUKtep0bGfZ-hwXzwOTygqS-reb0uh-S0eetQogs8vl6IZTLVcrEtwbhnTBuojtcokZjoPHog7QsczoemCDwmm9nDS/s1600/DSCN0317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2JiWPeLphnLOGEfrEYC94lGUGbXhIv9G4p_aj3zNDcizJlmDL1_cUKtep0bGfZ-hwXzwOTygqS-reb0uh-S0eetQogs8vl6IZTLVcrEtwbhnTBuojtcokZjoPHog7QsczoemCDwmm9nDS/s400/DSCN0317.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">my kiddos on field day. of course they kicked butt and got 1st place!!!!!</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-27042066897110366402010-05-02T16:45:00.000-04:002010-05-02T16:45:03.935-04:00take me to the place i love<div style="text-align: center;">the beach is one of my favorite places to be.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i love the water, the sun, and the relaxation.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i had a great idea to run on the beach and then have a picnic and relax. </div><div style="text-align: center;">it was a great idea and it felt so good to get in the ocean after my run.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i also got to play with some new apps on my phone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwzmCcAcLjh_tFLsG-lvnfNpSw7ydlsBGRtzyqZX_t4kJ9uN2UkOpuaFx04D9hta-V1jafgs6_BVcz6Nacp2xhmuHu9PdsGW1Fbj7Z71QdCf3LxVD5LGjbgEDef26GgiDTNrpU0RlWVVG/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwzmCcAcLjh_tFLsG-lvnfNpSw7ydlsBGRtzyqZX_t4kJ9uN2UkOpuaFx04D9hta-V1jafgs6_BVcz6Nacp2xhmuHu9PdsGW1Fbj7Z71QdCf3LxVD5LGjbgEDef26GgiDTNrpU0RlWVVG/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-U8p8kB_Gh_3_mwrduQUCO1M3FGnIDGQc2vH_T61fE-cWmRUHgrUuGyzQzRijXoBfaPDPEbR14nezB848GITKcSy0qStm6QrYP-YzMLHzr_entl15jzNZ9XyeXSsmGCbW0i1zathhpQay/s1600/IMG_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-U8p8kB_Gh_3_mwrduQUCO1M3FGnIDGQc2vH_T61fE-cWmRUHgrUuGyzQzRijXoBfaPDPEbR14nezB848GITKcSy0qStm6QrYP-YzMLHzr_entl15jzNZ9XyeXSsmGCbW0i1zathhpQay/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGrvaA0bd0j4Ij8q-3HCAr6vICsF8KFptoUnS8_bDq2v4SMtjCiNz8Vks_2iRNCMtLR2tJ0iqQ-bN0kQ1umsQkYUgXeD7K9PT9lQAYdZ6CsdoFat-CbOPgSwRs839rqUdclBAM6TSF2jj1/s1600/IMG_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGrvaA0bd0j4Ij8q-3HCAr6vICsF8KFptoUnS8_bDq2v4SMtjCiNz8Vks_2iRNCMtLR2tJ0iqQ-bN0kQ1umsQkYUgXeD7K9PT9lQAYdZ6CsdoFat-CbOPgSwRs839rqUdclBAM6TSF2jj1/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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p.s. in case you were wondering about the outcome of my last post, crist actually vetoed the bill, thank God!</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-17764780680735398252010-04-14T22:29:00.000-04:002010-04-14T22:29:29.923-04:00nix six<div style="text-align: center;">if you don't live in florida or know a teacher then you probably don't know about the madness surrounding teachers and public education. there is a bill that has been passed that will base teacher's pay on how their students do on the fcat, which is a standardized test in florida. this is the craziest thing i've ever heard. one thing that i have learned this year as a teacher is that if the parents don't care about how their kid is doing there is a 99% chance that the kid won't care, no matter how amazing of a teacher you may be. i can't tell you how many letters and phone calls i've made to certain parents and they just don't care and neither does their child, so is it fair for me to be penalized? not only that but teachers in low income schools don't get nearly enough resources like a teacher in a high income school would get. a teacher can seriously only do so much on their own. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">for a kid to have the best chance at being successful they need a good teacher, caring parents, and a good school that is providing the child with the appropriate resources to learn. if one of those components are missing it's going to be rough. sometimes you do get those kids that come from horrible parents and horrible schools and they do amazing things but come one, thats the exception, not the rule.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i think the main factor is parenting, i know i did well in school because my parents demanded it. i remember getting a "c" for the first time and i was terrified to come home.</div><div style="text-align: center;">people don't realize how hard it is and unless you're a teacher you never will. this year has changed my whole view on teaching. i came in with that idealistic view of changing kids' lives and although i still believe that to a certain degree, it's not as easy as i envisioned it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i think i am a very positive influence in my student's lives but i do see that no matter how hard i try some kids just don't care. and i get it, i work in a very poor neighborhood and some of these kids have it very rough, so school is at the bottom of their list of worries.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> i can't tell you how many days i've come home crying. but even so i still love teaching. i love my students and every now and then you have moments with them that make everything worth it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but will most of these kids kick ass on the fcat, probably not. not only do i have to deal with uncaring parents but i get no support from my school. anything i need for my classroom or for my students for lessons i have to buy it with my money. i still don't have basic things like dictionaries and math manipualtives so lets not even talk about technology, like a class computer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">and now the state wants to punish teachers like me instead of help us.</div><div style="text-align: center;">another bad thing is that they will not be paying teachers more for higher education degrees. which is so dumb to me. shouldn't you be encouraging educators to be the most educated! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">well i will not be one of those people who complains and does nothing about it so monday i attended a protest which other teachers from dade county. it was nice to see so much support and so many people standing up for what they believe in.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZGE9oebbIEmzgVO_Z6lMtpiq-brXkbNktVpK1_gHQmjy_kE-PEiUTO8lwoIrK_Du-FjbxSZs8t1FxSH2ljrNv_nTv9T6JgUozgKqlRk3EIAgP3BZTDGE7AIgMS-nbiYOFR5ugPSes-KI9/s1600/DSCN0266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZGE9oebbIEmzgVO_Z6lMtpiq-brXkbNktVpK1_gHQmjy_kE-PEiUTO8lwoIrK_Du-FjbxSZs8t1FxSH2ljrNv_nTv9T6JgUozgKqlRk3EIAgP3BZTDGE7AIgMS-nbiYOFR5ugPSes-KI9/s320/DSCN0266.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">kill the bill!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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there is still hope though, governor crist has until friday to veto this bill.<br />
pray hard.</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-31956371517649216172010-04-11T22:22:00.000-04:002010-04-11T22:22:05.346-04:00see, told you i was back!<div style="text-align: center;">slowly but surely easing my way back into blogging.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i really want to share a little bit about my easter weekend.</div><div style="text-align: center;">easter might be my favorite holiday and not because of chocolate bunnies and easter eggs but because of what it represents. it always reminds me and blows my mind how much God loves us. it is so humbling and words can not express how thankful i am to serve such a wonderful savior. </div><div style="text-align: center;">my mother got me the best easter gift...</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieKPDcUnf1PqeG8ZrBPl23kAyZyceRcY2hQtWqfXGIjZPHR6vLNYVr4UIW0RyV1ANuSSFUnSdhFtgzuDtKvjWshqco_IeSaluXe6h_9kzZ5_iFNp43HTN8baZGIGbSih5MsyuOXB3VZBSJ/s1600/DSCN0239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieKPDcUnf1PqeG8ZrBPl23kAyZyceRcY2hQtWqfXGIjZPHR6vLNYVr4UIW0RyV1ANuSSFUnSdhFtgzuDtKvjWshqco_IeSaluXe6h_9kzZ5_iFNp43HTN8baZGIGbSih5MsyuOXB3VZBSJ/s320/DSCN0239.JPG" /></a></div><div> this beautiful cross necklace. but thats not even the greatest part....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaXoAwJW0gCxX1mYVBQr6bqJ_BX1THIQaso4ySAnDek0sbl0xri_eOM2sVpr6WQ6RYWsmqBe9rmsFeFu_HJ7UJExRmt-7wyY53Uk5XCp7UA7qF9MgINqQRdWjbGL32OISUtLHOsixQEtJ/s1600/DSCN0246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDaXoAwJW0gCxX1mYVBQr6bqJ_BX1THIQaso4ySAnDek0sbl0xri_eOM2sVpr6WQ6RYWsmqBe9rmsFeFu_HJ7UJExRmt-7wyY53Uk5XCp7UA7qF9MgINqQRdWjbGL32OISUtLHOsixQEtJ/s320/DSCN0246.JPG" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div>the message on the back is so beautiful and has a double meaning for me. it'll always remind me of my mom's eternal love for me as well as God's:)</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-51037498748383350922010-04-07T19:38:00.003-04:002010-04-07T19:40:39.983-04:00here's to our heroes<div style="text-align: center;">wow it has been a while lovies.<br />
i don't really have a good reason for being m.i.a., just that life has been wonderful and i've been keeping it all to myself. but now i am ready to return to the blogging world.<br />
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what really motivated me to post is a special surprise i received in the mail. if you don't know micaela from <a href="http://dolcevitamicaela.blogspot.com/">dolce vita</a> well then you are missing out because her blog is just lovely and so is she and she has a super awesome brother.<br />
a while back micaela asked if anyone wanted to send her brother a birthday card because he was in iraq. i jumped at the chance because those men and women are risking their lives for our country, for us, and that is the least i could do.<br />
well today i received a package in the mail and it was from micaela's brother. i was very surprised because i wasn't expecting anything in return but this is the coolest thing ever! it's an american flag that was flown over iraq on a blackhawk! how many people have one of these?<br />
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<div>a million thanks to ssg lechuga not only for this awesome piece of history but for what you've done and continue to do for our country.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">my valentine's day was truly delightful. although i don't have a special someone in my life i was determined to not be one of those people who hates valentine's day just because they're single. there are so many other people in my life who i love and care about and who love and care about me. and i definitely felt loved and appreciated on v-day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">my students spoiled me the most.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-18sOo-MuQCUT3gbNE7xAdVkbMCr7lKhYNzTIYRs1Q4n8-gliCA5q3aiqntQEfnX5k3vZdphcFtGniquag3Rvm58inTxbCPE9nWR3aW-jRepyiGDEEt0EBiDmQhIlajVq3qUil776FgbX/s1600-h/DSCN0113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-18sOo-MuQCUT3gbNE7xAdVkbMCr7lKhYNzTIYRs1Q4n8-gliCA5q3aiqntQEfnX5k3vZdphcFtGniquag3Rvm58inTxbCPE9nWR3aW-jRepyiGDEEt0EBiDmQhIlajVq3qUil776FgbX/s320/DSCN0113.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">then my dear friend, amie, left me these.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHcyRTdwefJ6Ta1uz5g8rO3nuGfKuJzFPMLEVtA5-JXtaXnjsmbuFLGYLE3cvGTp9PrioDZJN2aVY-B0_tMhGenbzhjsXwKKg8qoI-zJNnLQGu4MirU7y2bxe5fpcfDfubpeidw9iy846/s1600-h/DSCN0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHcyRTdwefJ6Ta1uz5g8rO3nuGfKuJzFPMLEVtA5-JXtaXnjsmbuFLGYLE3cvGTp9PrioDZJN2aVY-B0_tMhGenbzhjsXwKKg8qoI-zJNnLQGu4MirU7y2bxe5fpcfDfubpeidw9iy846/s320/DSCN0121.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i have the best friends.</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-32074155833940844982010-02-12T19:54:00.000-05:002010-02-12T19:54:37.793-05:00fill in the blank fun<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"></span><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><b>1. I am hoping my Valentine's day this year includes</b>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> a boy would be nice, not going to lie lol </span>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>2. My biggest guilty pleasure is</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">watching the disney channel, i love it </span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>3. I am most proud of</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> how much i've grown and matured in just the past year </span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>4. If I could choose one outfit to live in it would be</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> a cute dress, tights, and heels </span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>5. People are</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> very inspiring. the more people i come across in this blogging community the more amazed i become at all the talent and creativity </span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>6. I would rather</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> receive valentine's from my students </span> <b>than</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> receive them from some dumb boy </span>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>7. I love my</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> family </span> <b>more than </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"> anything </span>.</span></div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-83798603942476810402010-02-10T22:37:00.001-05:002010-02-10T22:40:01.105-05:00more hours in a day please<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhufvQ0SpazkvvcFzWvNdQ8dCiYfKK2LpBonyZTLAk3omkzTgheHnFH83L3Evw8milwNy0khnzyWiynUaHvNZUSbmb51NN_7_xV-QCBISQwnxAnQPRKvltvADxhZO5E8yKrzGwFWZihL21F/s1600-h/4138128431_3670dfbb05_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhufvQ0SpazkvvcFzWvNdQ8dCiYfKK2LpBonyZTLAk3omkzTgheHnFH83L3Evw8milwNy0khnzyWiynUaHvNZUSbmb51NN_7_xV-QCBISQwnxAnQPRKvltvADxhZO5E8yKrzGwFWZihL21F/s320/4138128431_3670dfbb05_o.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i really do need more hours in a day when it comes to weekdays. i feel like i never have time for anything. after work i run, shower, eat dinner and then i have maybe an hour before i need to get to bed. during that hour i should be doing important stuff like studying for the gkt, working on my application for grad school, or reading my daily devotional but i'm so tired from the day that i just do nothing. then i also want extra time to do non-important things like watch tv, read my book or write a new post for my blog. right now i should actually be in bed instead of writing this but oh well.</div><div style="text-align: center;">anyone else have this problem?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">in other news i finally found what i will be sending my person for the knick knack exchange! i'm so happy because i was kind of stressing out about it. i'm not the most creative person in the world so it takes awhile for things to come to me. i think i found the perfect knick knack though because it really shows a big part of me and i love it so i hope she will too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">also krissa received the book i sent her! she was my person for the <a href="http://poprocksphotographs.blogspot.com/2010/01/poprocks-book-swap-3.html">book swap</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">you can read all about it in her cute blog <a href="http://krissareann.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-update-book-swap.html">randomness</a>. </div><div style="text-align: center;">can't wait to receive my book, i'm so curious:)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">then at church they had former miami dolphins player, glenn blackwood, as a speaker and he was very inspirational. i love hearing people share their love for God and what He means to them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">of course i also watched the super bowl. i was cheering for the saints, so yay saints! i think its funny how when i was a cheerleader in highschool i had no idea what was going on during football games but after attending a dolphins game last year i have a new love for the game.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">so now after talking about football i'm going to be a total girly girl and tell you about the cutest shoes i bought this weekend. they were a steal, regular price $100 and i got them for $23! don't you just love that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidrNtQ0z2OEn__WTCQHuj_VgrC1Ex4JHiPNpUI1di4Pm7uN_wxbQE5JOhhPpPNExPyzogrHmjgFcxNP1C9QRaTmCpH6OP9ZVrd1BcfAbWzUgXYljg06XGPUNyeisu0P2A8j6cK07g4hj8a/s1600-h/DSCN0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidrNtQ0z2OEn__WTCQHuj_VgrC1Ex4JHiPNpUI1di4Pm7uN_wxbQE5JOhhPpPNExPyzogrHmjgFcxNP1C9QRaTmCpH6OP9ZVrd1BcfAbWzUgXYljg06XGPUNyeisu0P2A8j6cK07g4hj8a/s400/DSCN0105.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">my mom says she thinks i have way too many shoes. i say you can never have enough shoes.</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-61225700209184187232010-02-06T22:57:00.000-05:002010-02-06T22:57:24.877-05:00it's the little things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKKK7NNngLgLGx1_ElKO9KnNwS_gTug2rje_-Bxe8xUMI3ax3MOR_6TF78Y7o8Ae_e90lvec66FGKQdseRlpkci8DonD8PhwjL2WSSujek3n13pzgR4Wg_bgQ9NYY3-CBvWvYqmzEE9K1/s1600-h/nailpolish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKKK7NNngLgLGx1_ElKO9KnNwS_gTug2rje_-Bxe8xUMI3ax3MOR_6TF78Y7o8Ae_e90lvec66FGKQdseRlpkci8DonD8PhwjL2WSSujek3n13pzgR4Wg_bgQ9NYY3-CBvWvYqmzEE9K1/s320/nailpolish.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i just need to tell you about the amazingness that is sally hansen insta-dri nail polishes. i love painted nails but i absolutely hate painting them myself and then waiting for them to dry. i also hate when you think they're finally dry and you do something and you smudge a nail and have to do it all over again. but with sally hansen insta-dri my problems are solved! they dry in less than a minute and with only one coat the color looks great. oh sally hansen i love you so!</div><div style="text-align: center;">it's the little things in life sometimes i tell ya!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">of course i will still be going to see the movie this weekend if nothing else but to stare at this gorgeous gentleman.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtH2Fs5KF3z0AKdBZYUhf35DYlOCU8nUDpVO4wTKToUHYcT838I6DigSya2EiXpoU_ayMBHi9AYFMAk5JDr4WguO7O0OBjzgP5Eg1obicQ58W_y82Tn2AT5s_zkqLK0Hb3ZMdmzwslOqeu/s1600-h/4295015519_01a67b2be3_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtH2Fs5KF3z0AKdBZYUhf35DYlOCU8nUDpVO4wTKToUHYcT838I6DigSya2EiXpoU_ayMBHi9AYFMAk5JDr4WguO7O0OBjzgP5Eg1obicQ58W_y82Tn2AT5s_zkqLK0Hb3ZMdmzwslOqeu/s400/4295015519_01a67b2be3_o.jpg" width="292" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_N5QLU2u6ioshzlMTeFmjLIXLCTX6imCW83zzuH1LLaUzH-KOUqkACRa-9R01mzGz1MgzAurfHRwJmrzWy02LgJU2LQpPlewDGenftg6sYQWWLTftCuFUcWsdAQVyOcayfYlOFWQgKid/s1600-h/4273056309_7b1083da45_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_N5QLU2u6ioshzlMTeFmjLIXLCTX6imCW83zzuH1LLaUzH-KOUqkACRa-9R01mzGz1MgzAurfHRwJmrzWy02LgJU2LQpPlewDGenftg6sYQWWLTftCuFUcWsdAQVyOcayfYlOFWQgKid/s320/4273056309_7b1083da45_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-48469151286580062832010-02-03T19:53:00.002-05:002010-02-03T19:55:20.995-05:00darn you bug!<div style="text-align: center;">hello blog world, so nice to be back!</div><div style="text-align: center;">i've been very sick the past few days which is why i've been slacking on the posting. last week a few of my students had been absent due to a stomach bug and on friday i thought i had done a good job of steering clear from it. saturday i felt so good i even ran 6 miles. yes 6 miles! but then that night my stomach started to feel a little funny and sunday that bug officially caught me:(</div><div style="text-align: center;"> i finally feel better today and i got back to my running(and blogging). </div><div style="text-align: center;">now that i'm back in blogging mode i want to make a pretty blog header and katie from <a href="http://colormekatie.blogspot.com/">color me katie</a> (who i think happens to be one of the most creative and inspiring people ever) is being so kind and letting me use one of her amazing photos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-odrYphSHYzTEq9B7vqSaDs-R5a_03ywJxiYG__bWDPoyaABgFbXa2Nzc3fo0pECMEnnbVZ3TEddWw6qvy0D0yIaUFAYkTdBlu0UFZ29rOAI4Yy-fA3E-hitB2Jri_N4J7vuLRRk4cbS/s1600-h/IMG_4240a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-odrYphSHYzTEq9B7vqSaDs-R5a_03ywJxiYG__bWDPoyaABgFbXa2Nzc3fo0pECMEnnbVZ3TEddWw6qvy0D0yIaUFAYkTdBlu0UFZ29rOAI4Yy-fA3E-hitB2Jri_N4J7vuLRRk4cbS/s400/IMG_4240a.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">i also must tell you i just started reading "dear john" and i must finish before this weekend so i'll be m.i.a. again for a few days starting... now!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-5680167159280936352010-01-25T22:50:00.000-05:002010-01-25T22:50:12.629-05:00weekend update<div style="text-align: center;">i had such a lovely weekend.<br />
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</div><ul><li style="text-align: left;">visited my second home orlando. sometimes it feels more like my first home bc i've lived most of my adult life there and all my wonderful friends are there.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">went to a bridal shower for the fabulous emily who is such a dear friend, i couldn't be more happier for her. she is the epitamy of a sweet southern girl from alabama. gosh i love her!</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">ran 4 miles, yay!</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">went to viv's going away party. she's moving to the lonestar state. so glad i was able to be there and say goodbye to an awesome friend.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">got to spend time with my old roomie and very good friend, michelle, who i haven't seen in so long it was really making me sad. good thing we changed that!</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">had a night of girl talk and wine with aimee and sara, two of my other very dear friends.</li>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">i feel so blessed to have such wonderful friends. i just wish i was able to see them whenever i wanted to. </div></div>Elizabeth Denisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15277892447576119859noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975801111138825636.post-70174656336701509742010-01-20T22:31:00.001-05:002010-01-20T22:34:13.685-05:00on my quest for gold, disney princess gold<div style="text-align: center;">my run today put me in such a wonderful mood. i did 3 miles today no problemo! i could've done more but i didn't want to push myself too much. i know its just 3 miles but it was such an uplifting 3 miles.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">last friday i ran 2 miles and it was cake. so saturday i wanted to go for 4 but for some reason after the first half mile i was dying out. i only did 2 miles and it was the hardest 2 miles. it was so frustrating and i couldn't understand why it was so hard when the previous day it was so easy. i just wanted to cry and give up.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">thats why i am so happy about today because i see progress! my hope has been restored and i know if i push myself a little everyday i'll make it. i was also praying the whole way to the lake before i started my run and He always comes through.<br />
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