<?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-5995094888162716740</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:20:30.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the Sand</title><subtitle type='html'>The task infront of you is never as great as the power behind you...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-5847969957193341835</id><published>2009-06-25T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:38:35.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>No blog since May??  Oh dear...kinda echoing Scott's post by saying that I don't think it's been missed! haha  But anyway, I will blog a bit about what my summer is going to be like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all is our Uganda trip.  A team of about 20 are heading out this year for 3 weeks.  The team head out on Sunday 5th July then Laura, Dave and myself are heading out laster that evening on a different flight then we arrive home a day after the rest.  I am very excited about the trip, but it's a different feeling from last year.  Lat year's trip was my first time in Afirca so my excitement was more because of the anticipation of what it was going to be like.  This year though, I'm excited to be with some of the people from last year's team and some new people, and I'm excited to see the familiar faces of the pupils and teachers from last year.  Mostly though, I am excited to see our school, "Light for all".  It opened in February so right now there is learning going on.  How amazing is that?  It's going to be a very special experience to return to the school and see pupils and teachers within the walls I helped to build with my own hands.  I'm excited to see what God will do in my heart, when I was in Africa last year I had such an overwhelming feeling of God all around us.  I wonder what he will stir up this time??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly...my graduation...FINALLY!  On Monday 29th June I will be walking across the stage to collect my certificate that says I have a degree!  Relief doesn't even begin to describe how I'm feeling.  I'm not really looking forward to the ceremony itself as I hear they can be quite boring!  But I am definately looking forward to the feeling of achievement on that day (even though it's 2 years late!!)  Unfortunately it's Scott's last day of school that day so he won't be at the actual ceremony but he will be up after for a meal in the Ramore Wine Bar (my favourite restaurant!!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all that, Scott and I are hoping to get away for a week's holiday in the sun in August sometime, only if we can afford it though as it would be a nice end to the summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it in a nutshell...a pretty busy summer lies ahead but I can't wait!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-5847969957193341835?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/5847969957193341835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=5847969957193341835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/5847969957193341835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/5847969957193341835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-8098255927560349489</id><published>2009-05-10T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:19:09.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Hanks</title><content type='html'>Tom Hanks was on Jonathon Woss on Friday night...did anyone see him?  I liked him alot.  He seems like a really down to earth guy and he was really quite funny.  My favourite part of his interview though was the rap from his film "Big"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9z2hJwJuqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9z2hJwJuqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-8098255927560349489?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/8098255927560349489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=8098255927560349489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/8098255927560349489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/8098255927560349489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/05/tom-hanks.html' title='Tom Hanks'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-1469929440043465269</id><published>2009-05-07T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:05:56.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/SgMDvbimXNI/AAAAAAAAADU/9_lWAqLGdmw/s1600-h/scott+and+lewis+marathon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333110497118411986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/SgMDvbimXNI/AAAAAAAAADU/9_lWAqLGdmw/s200/scott+and+lewis+marathon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Didn't Scott and Lewis do well on Monday??  (And also all the other people who took part!)  It's such an achievement...it's quite an inspiration actually.  I would love to be able to do it...maybe some day...I'm sure I have it in me somewhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of them both, especially at times it wasn't looking like they were going to do it, but they raised alot of money for a great cause, and they can now say that they have ran a marathon!  On Monday night after all the action we headed round to the Woods' for pizza and a dvd..."Run Fat Boy Run"!  Perfect choice! haha, but the boys (and pregnant Gayle) faded fast!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great job boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-1469929440043465269?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1469929440043465269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=1469929440043465269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1469929440043465269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1469929440043465269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/05/marathon.html' title='Marathon'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/SgMDvbimXNI/AAAAAAAAADU/9_lWAqLGdmw/s72-c/scott+and+lewis+marathon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-5093900215767270076</id><published>2009-05-04T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:48:20.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notebook</title><content type='html'>Been a while since my last post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just watching the notebook and was reminded of a piece of dialogue that I absolutely love.  They are the first words spoken in the film, and from the first time I heard them, they have stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts.  I have led a common life.  There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten.  But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived.  I have loved another wth all my heart and soul, and for me that has always been enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-5093900215767270076?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/5093900215767270076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=5093900215767270076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/5093900215767270076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/5093900215767270076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/05/notebook.html' title='The Notebook'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-684698249775141774</id><published>2009-02-21T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:02:22.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homebird</title><content type='html'>We were at this gig in the Mandela hall last year and I just came across a video that was taken at it, it's one of my favourite Foy Vance songs and I loved it when he sang it here then the crowd took over!  It's not a great recording but I just love this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHrP48pQcP4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rHrP48pQcP4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-684698249775141774?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/684698249775141774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=684698249775141774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/684698249775141774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/684698249775141774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/02/homebird.html' title='Homebird'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-7143653418340610172</id><published>2009-02-16T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:14:02.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February so far...</title><content type='html'>So Scotty and I are back from Southampton and its back to work and back to the usual routine!  We had a great time away, our hotel was amazing, although I can't say the same for the weather!  We were away for 3 nights and we got 4 full days with the way the flights worked out which was great.  Scott showed me round, we went to see the St. Mary's football stadium, I got to see his old room in the academy guesthouse where he lived for a few years and I got to see his photo up on the wall alongside some guys who are now famous footballers (truthfully the only one i knew was Theo Walcott!).  Southampton holds a very special place in Scott's heart as his time there was a big part of his life for years, so it was special to me that he wanted to take me there to share some of that with me.  It was also great just to spend some proper time together on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Valentines day on Saturday.  To be honest I don't get overly carried away on Valentines day, i hold the same view as quite alot of people that it shouldn't just be on one day that we show our love for eachother, but that's just me!  I don't really do presents, as long as I get a card i'm a happy bunny.  We did head out for a meal though and we had planned to go to the cinema aswell to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, but the show we had booked for had been cancelled due to a technical fault.  However the meal was gorgeous, we went to Dante's Italian Bistro in Victoria Square.  It is such a lovely little place and the food was amazing, so i would recommend there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, for those who have been reading about my frustrations with uni and my exam which I sat on 12th January...i passed!  So I now have my degree and I am finally set to graduate in the summer!  So all round it has been a pretty great February so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-7143653418340610172?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/7143653418340610172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=7143653418340610172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/7143653418340610172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/7143653418340610172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-so-far.html' title='February so far...'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-2754192757130630555</id><published>2009-01-27T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:05:43.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week....</title><content type='html'>This week is a pretty good one for me for 3 main reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have my interview for beauty college on Thursday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am leading a new group at Alpha and our first night was tonight with the meal, first proper night next week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  An finally, leaving the best til last...my dad got saved lastnight!  After years of us praying for him he finally took that step and he committed his life to the Lord lastnight.  He headed back to Iraq today which was harder than usual becasue he has been home since 18th December and won't be back now til the end of April.  I am just so happy that our prayers have been answered, and is such an encouragement for others aswell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Don't expect God's answers to come too easily or too quickly.  Prayer may be challenged by evil forces, so pray fervently and pray earnestly.  Then expect God's answer at the right time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-2754192757130630555?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/2754192757130630555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=2754192757130630555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/2754192757130630555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/2754192757130630555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-week.html' title='This week....'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-881032063837298141</id><published>2009-01-20T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:43:10.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more exams....for now!</title><content type='html'>So I sat my exam last Monday and it feels great to have it over with.  It was really getting me down and it just feels like a big weight has been lifted from me.  It's great not to have all the revision to do and I can now sit and watch tv or go out and not feel guilty about it!  It went just ok, it could have gone alot better.  Basically we were learning about the fall of communism in Eastern Europe in the late 1980's and in the exam we had to answer 3 essay questions.  Only 1 of the 3 questions was one that i wanted to come up and the other 2 were awful.  But I hope I have done enough to pass.  I find out on 11th February.  But even if I don't pass, I have my interview for the Roberta Mechan College of Beauty on 29th January which will hopefully go well, so at least I have that to focus on.  So that means going back to college with more exams at the end!!  But at least it will be in a subject I have alot more interest in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking forward to February because Scotty and I head away to Southampton on Sat 7th - Tues 10th.  When Scott was a teenager he lived in Southampton and played football there.  I have always said I would love to see where he lived, went to school, played football etc.. so for Christmas that's what he got me!  I'm so excited!  I love heading away for wee breaks as we don't see a whole lot of eachother when we are at home because of work and other commitments during the week, so weekends are our time.  So it's always good to spend some quality time together!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else to look forward to is the preparations for Laura and Dave's wedding.  Our bridesmaids dresses have arrived in so there are a few appointments made for fittings and alterations etc, hair trials, make-up trials and the all important hen party organisation which is starting now!  So it's all go!  I love it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's about it for now, nothing else much happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-881032063837298141?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/881032063837298141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=881032063837298141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/881032063837298141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/881032063837298141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-examsfor-now.html' title='No more exams....for now!'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-1215777816841849667</id><published>2009-01-11T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T06:03:58.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last shot</title><content type='html'>I'm sure any of you who read my blog, or even those who know me, will know that I haven't had too much success with my university career.  Part of this was due to illness during my finals, but I have to admit that the majority of it was due to my preference of partying and lack of attendance at class.  I have never been a straight A student, I was always more interested in sport, music and friends at school.  I did no work and always managed to scrape through, I suppose I just thought that this was how it was always going to be.  My mum used to get very frustrated with my laid back attitude and on a daily basis when I was sitting my gcse's and A-levels I had to sit through her lecture about applying myself and working to achieve my best results possible because I had the ability to do it.  Now about 7 or 8 years on that old phrase keeps popping into my mind, "Mum's are always right!"  I was always far too stubborn (still am!) and all her lectures just went in one ear and out the other.  Fast forward a few years and I am about to sit my last exam, and if I fail it I walk away from university with no degree.  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow at 2:00pm I will walk into that exam hall one last time and give it one last shot.  Im hoping and praying i pass, but in all honesty I am preparing myself for a fail again.  I know thats not the way to look at it, but I believe all my years of not caring are about to catch up with me.  I have placed it in the Lord's hands though.  I know I am where He wants me to be.  But at 2pm tomorrow i would appreciate a wee prayer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-1215777816841849667?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1215777816841849667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=1215777816841849667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1215777816841849667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1215777816841849667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-last-shot.html' title='One last shot'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-2662172950556618812</id><published>2009-01-07T04:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T04:12:48.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Song...</title><content type='html'>My mum sent me this video in an email and I thought it was great...check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMhuAtyFCrw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMhuAtyFCrw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-2662172950556618812?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/2662172950556618812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=2662172950556618812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/2662172950556618812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/2662172950556618812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/01/mothers-song.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Song...'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-9090091963322653283</id><published>2009-01-05T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:13:28.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year New me</title><content type='html'>Happy new year everybody!  I actually can't believe we are into another year, where did the last one go?  I'm usually on a downer at this time of the year, christmas trees and decorations are down which makes the house look so bare, work starts back, I feel sluggish after over indulging on all the festive treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just back from our skiing trip to Bulgaria which was class (apart from the lack of good snow), and on our last night (2nd January) Kerry ann, Laura and myself found ourselves in our room reflecting on the year gone past and the brand new one we are entering into.  2008 was a year which had many ups and downs, Scott's mum was diagnosed with breast cancer,  his dad attented 2 funerals including that of his father in the space of a week, my friend Aaron Montgomery had his life taken in Feb.  On the up side though, Scott's mum kicked breast cancer's ass, I got to experience Africa for the first time (one of the highlights of my life not just 2008) and we got to see lots of our friends get married. &lt;br /&gt;2009 is a brand new year and so the 3 of us decided that instead of the usual resolutions we all make, we are going to make a list of 3 things which we must strive to do in the next year, and at the beginning of Jan 2010 we are going to see how we have done.  I will tell you what 2 of my things are, but the 3rd will have to wait til Jan 2010 (sorry!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I want to spend more time with God, in His Word, talking to Him, talking about Him.  I want to grow so much in my relationship with God.  Last night at church Alain was talking about "Shalom" and I want to feel that.  I want to Rise up and go from here and experience more of God every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I want to be a healthier person, be more active and get outside more (hopefully i will lose a bit of weight in the process as I have the most beautiful bridesmaid dress to fit into in April!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all, as Alain said lastnight, I want to do everything with a thankful heart.  I want to spend less time worrying about myself and my situations and start thinking more about others.  I want to live out 2009 like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.  Bear with eachother and forgive whatever grievances you have against one another.  Forgive as the Lord forgave you.  And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.  Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace.  And be thankful.  Let the Word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdon, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God.  And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a happy and blessed 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-9090091963322653283?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/9090091963322653283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=9090091963322653283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/9090091963322653283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/9090091963322653283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New year New me'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-6397566881034258063</id><published>2008-11-26T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:16:26.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Act of kindness</title><content type='html'>I was in work today, i was only in til 1:30pm to cover the morning.  A woman came in with her grandson and she wanted to buy him something nice for Christmas, she settled on a lovely little Timberland outfit which one little boy was modelling the night of the fashion show.  We started to tell her about this and she said that she had heard about the fashion show through a friend of hers and asked me how it went.  I told her that it was a fantastic night and that we raised quite a bit of money for Uganda but that we still had a bit more to raise for the school to be opened in February.  We talked for a while and she showed great interest in our trip to Uganda during the summer and wanted to hear about that.  It was great talking to her as I love sharing my Uganda experience with people.  As she was leaving she opened her purse and handed me £10 and told me to put that towards the fund.  I couldn't believe it.  This was a total stranger handing me money, I couldn't thank her enough and I actually felt a wee bit emotional (it doesn't take much!!).  It was just such a lovely thing for her to do and it really made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today,  Scotty text me this morning when he got into school as he always does, but this wasn't his usual "good morning" text, all it said was "I might be going to Botswana".  Now surely that has to win a prize for the most random text! lol  I haven't heard too many details about when and where exactly and for what reason they are going, but what I do know so far is that it is with an organisation called "Dreams and Teams", and they have a link with a school in Botswana.  I think it is class that he wants to go and that he is excited about it, especially because of his recent interest in church etc.  Obviously I have been praying every day for Scott and i can finally see my prayers being answered bit by bit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-6397566881034258063?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/6397566881034258063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=6397566881034258063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/6397566881034258063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/6397566881034258063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/11/act-of-kindness.html' title='Act of kindness'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-9027424787210584309</id><published>2008-11-19T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:36:06.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More updates and ramblings...</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you have read "The Shack" by William P. Young, if you haven't I would highly recommend it.  It kind of takes a while to get going but please persevere with it as it is one of the best books I have read in ages.  It made me think about God a wee bit differently, which you will understand when you read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surrently in the middle of week 9 of university, only 3 more to go then the dreaded exam in January.  I am feeling a bit more prepared this time for the exam as I have really tried to focus myself in classes and take proper notes instead of my usual day dreaming and scribbling random sentences on a page!  Hopefully this will all pay off in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that I am going to Uganda again next year which I am sooo looking forward to.  This time we will be away for 3 weeks and it will be a smaller team, I am looking forward to that as it will be a change from last year.  The fashion show went really well on Saturday night and alot of money was raised which is going towards the Uganda fund.  Everyone looked so well and the boys got a few laughs from their dancing and goal keeping skills!  I have to say that the wedding dress I was wearing (it was the one that looked like a meringue!) was gorgeous, but was quite hard to walk in and I have no idea how a bride could sit down in it to eat her meal!  I loved wearing it and I did feel like a bride with the veil on but I really don't think that it wiuld be the style I would go for (you can breathe a sigh of relief now Scott!)  It was a fun night and it was all for the kids so it was worth it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a final note, just to make you all that wee bit jealous, it's 5 weeks on Saturday til we go skiing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-9027424787210584309?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/9027424787210584309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=9027424787210584309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/9027424787210584309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/9027424787210584309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-updates-and-ramblings.html' title='More updates and ramblings...'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-522841493305278214</id><published>2008-11-04T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:51:55.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half way</title><content type='html'>Lastnight was the half way mark for Alpha.  I'm still really enjoying it.  As the weeks go on it's clear to see how everyone has come out of themselves and are more comfortable speaking in the group.  I have felt so blessed throughout the past 4 weeks, i love listeneing to other people's opinions and I love hearing people's stories.  I love that people feel comfortable in sharing some of their life experiences with us (John and I). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have definately learnt alot myself.  Sometimes I think it is so easy for a Christian to let on that they know it all, but what I have learnt over the past few weeks is that no one has all the answers and it is so important not to pretend that you do.  People respect you alot more when you hold your hands up and just simply say "I don't know". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lastnight we were talking about Prayer.  During the talk at the start the point was made that the best way to pray is to stay true to yourself, not to try and impress God by using all the big words that you don't understand,  God knows your heart and He knows your prayers.  Praying is like a conversation with God, just speak to Him the way you speak to your friends, that's what He wants.  Alot of people, when they hear prayers from the front of church, think that they are never going to be able to pray in that way.  But it is so important that we don't compare ourselves to other christians.  We don't have to impress God, there's absolutely nothing we can do that will make Him love us any more that He does and I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...my Hutch got engaged to Mr. Wylie on Thursday and for the first time in my life I get to be Bridesmaid...I'm soooooooo excited!!  Love those guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-522841493305278214?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/522841493305278214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=522841493305278214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/522841493305278214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/522841493305278214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/11/half-way.html' title='Half way'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-2771632549592593101</id><published>2008-10-28T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T03:10:59.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the weather outside...</title><content type='html'>Right, It's the 28th October, i'm sitting in my living room looking out at the SNOW outside!  It's coming down quite heavy in Moira.  This is making me feel quite excited because it's a clear sign the winter and Christmas is on its way!  Now I know that when people read this I will be slated for mentioning Christmas and that we should get halloween over first, but I don't even care!  Was just reading Scotty's blog about Halloween and I have to say that Christian or not,  Halloween is just something I have never bothered with!  I never organise anything for Halloween night, prob the cinema or something.  I'm not off uni so it's not a holiday for me.  So I just look past it and think of Christmas.  I just love the whole run up and the buzz.  My dad and I have had a long running thing that we do (sad I know), we have a competition to see who spots the first Christmas tree (only the ones in homes count, not shops!), and also who can spot the first showing of the infamous coca-cola advert, (you know the one, Holidays are coming,holidays are coming!).  I'm a child at heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to go off on a bit of a rant about Christmas.  This year it will be particularly exciting because the day after boxing day we go skiing!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-2771632549592593101?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/2771632549592593101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=2771632549592593101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/2771632549592593101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/2771632549592593101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-weather-outside.html' title='Oh the weather outside...'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-1494853006651045535</id><published>2008-10-21T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:29:29.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube</title><content type='html'>Can anyone tell me how to upload youtube videos onto my blog??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-1494853006651045535?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1494853006651045535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=1494853006651045535' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1494853006651045535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1494853006651045535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/10/youtube.html' title='Youtube'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-1068181788122128687</id><published>2008-10-14T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T04:24:00.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpha</title><content type='html'>Lastnight saw the first night of the Alpha course at church.  John Mac and myself have been put together to lead a group and I have to say both of us are extremely happy with the group we have.  We have a mix of Christians and Non-Christians which I am loving.  I was quite nervous about it yesterday and when I arrived at church I had a real sick feeling in my stomach, but I prayed all day and I really couldn't have been happier with how it went.  The format will be the same every week, there is a 20 minute talk at the beginning then we break into our smaller groups to discuss in a bit more depth and people are free to ask whatever they want and we will try to provide the answers...in about the 5th week there is even a wee residential! &lt;br /&gt;The topic lastnight was, quite simply, "Who is Jesus?".  Steve McCready lead the talk lastnight and i thought he did a great job, simple, easy to follow and in my opinion, answered the question very well using historical evidence that Jesus was an actual person, who walked on this earth 2000 years ago, not just this mystical figure who lives in the sky and helps people (which is what I thought when I was a child!)  He pointed out that this evidence is also documented in non-christian history books.  This is the sort of stuff that I would love to have heard when I was a non-christian.  It makes it all very real and I think it is so powerful.&lt;br /&gt;I think we got alot of the "big questions" put to us lastnight, eg, Why is there so much suffering?, How can an all-loving God condemn people to hell if they aren't saved?  These are questions which both John and I knew would come up.  Over the next 10 weeks of the Alpha course we are going to try and give some answers to these questions, but I do know that it's going to be hard and there are some things that neither of us are going to have the answers for.  I'm really looking forward to the journey though, and I am really looking forward to learning more myself.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer for the Alpha course would be great also!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-1068181788122128687?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1068181788122128687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=1068181788122128687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1068181788122128687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1068181788122128687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/10/alpha.html' title='Alpha'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-3477839263154688218</id><published>2008-09-25T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:59:23.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>I do realise that there are alot of spelling mistakes in my last post but the reason for that is simple...my nails have got too long and they keep pressing the other letters!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-3477839263154688218?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/3477839263154688218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=3477839263154688218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/3477839263154688218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/3477839263154688218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/09/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-8199618468052374975</id><published>2008-09-25T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:57:48.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>Ok so there it is...another 6 weeks or so since my last blog!!  I'm terrible at this!&lt;br /&gt;So what's new with me?  Well, i'm back at uni to repeat one of my modules, once i have, i can graduate.  It's a European Studies module and I hate it to put it bluntly, but it has to be dome if I ever want to see the back of university life!  Saying that though, i'm enjoying haveing routine back in my life.  I love September when everything starts kicking off again, school, uni, Church life, cell etc.  I may be one of the few people in the world who actually preferes autumn/winter over spring/summer!  I love that we are soon going to be wearing our winter woolies and hats and scarves and all the rest of it.  It's such a cosy time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting thing is that I have been asked to be one of the group leaders for the Alpha course which will be starting in chruch on 6th October *plug*&lt;br /&gt;This is something which I am very excited about, but also extremely nervous about.  I am excited to be a part of a great group of people who I will be working along side with for the duration of the 10 week course, I am excited that I may touch someone's life and make God real to them, I'm excited to form new relationships with different people and try to help them as they seek God.  This is also why I am nervous. Christians know that there are some questions we just don't have the answers to.  I'm nervous about being faced with one of these questions and feeling inadequate.  I'm sure everyone who is going to be involved are being faced with the same fears.  I'm praying about it though, I know that God will see me through and set aside my fears and replace them with a real passion to bring people close to him.  So if you know anyone that you think might benefit from Alpha please give them the time and the date (6th October 7:30pm Emmanuel Church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really promise that I will try and be a better blogger from now on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-8199618468052374975?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/8199618468052374975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=8199618468052374975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/8199618468052374975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/8199618468052374975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-8572809610710247626</id><published>2008-08-13T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T11:41:33.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year older</title><content type='html'>Ok so what has it been, 2 months since my last blog??  I keep meaning to write but I always seem to forget!  So much has happened in the last couple of months, mainly my trip to Uganda in July, which has to be (without sounding cheesy) the most humbling, thought provoking trip I have ever made. &lt;br /&gt;Alain rang me on Saturday evening asking if I would get up in church on Sunday night and be interviewed about our trip, which i agreed to, even though the thought of getting up to speak infront of that many people scares the pants off me!  I did my best but I couldn't help but feel a tad frustrated afterwards because of all the things I had in my head to say I hardly said any of them!  I could have talked all night about my experience (my first in Africa) But i barely even touched on the surface.  The whole time I was there I was just so aware of God around us.  He was in each and every child that touched my hand, He was in the teachers who were so happy to see us there, I have never felt so surrounded. &lt;br /&gt;I really feel so proud and so privilaged to have been a part of the building and I am definately going back..no questions.  You really need to be there to understand why I am finding it so hard to describe it.  I'm not going to talk a load of waffle trying to, so please come and ask me about it and I will happily chat to you for hours about it!&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it's my 24th birthday tomorrow!  Scotty and I are heading up to Portrush to his caravan for the day and we are going to try a apot of body boarding, then head out for a wee bit of dinner in my favourite restaurant...The Ramore Wine bar!! &lt;br /&gt;I will try to blog a bit more frequently from now on...i never stick to any routines in the summer!!&lt;br /&gt;Love love love!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-8572809610710247626?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/8572809610710247626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=8572809610710247626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/8572809610710247626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/8572809610710247626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-year-older.html' title='Another year older'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-6178430370044695486</id><published>2008-05-25T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:56:09.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of clarity?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure if you read my last post you will have realised that i have been slightly frustrated with things of late...work being the main thing.  Some of you may know that I have been applying to join the police.  I got word back last week there that I was unsuccessful yet again.  I had completed the Initial Selection test, and the successful candidates go through to the next stage.  The pass mark for this test was 52...i got 51.  Gutted isn't the word!  Although I have been having thoughts that maybe the police isn't for me (I thought this before I heard I hadn't been successful) and so my thoughts turned to jobs that I think I would want to do, a job that I will enjoy, and one that I think I will be good at. I have found myself back at a thought I had when I was a youngster...Beauty Therapy.  This is something I have always wanted to do, but then I went to university to do languages so it never entered my head again.  Now that I know I don't want a job using languages (what a waste I hear you cry!!) i needed to get my thinking cap on as time is rolling on and I aint getting any younger or richer!!  So in October 2009 (good things come to those who wait eh??)  I shall be enrolling in the Roberta Mechan College of Beauty and I don't think I have been as excited about anything else!  I think I would be good at this job, I think I will really enjoy it and in the future i hope to open my own salon...so for your future spray tan or waxing needs i'm your woman!!&lt;br /&gt;One other thing that has been brought to my attention is a comment Scotty made on a recent blog about marriage being on the cards soon...i'm still waiting for that!! haha (get a move on Scotty!!) xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-6178430370044695486?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/6178430370044695486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=6178430370044695486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/6178430370044695486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/6178430370044695486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-bit-of-clarity.html' title='A little bit of clarity?'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-7207376198463920088</id><published>2008-05-12T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:15:05.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant...Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://www.bereanbaskets.com/images/pio_ca53144.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.bereanbaskets.com/index.php%3Fauthor_id%3D7&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=31&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=11&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=FFBlpZ7kcP6e7M:&amp;amp;tbnh=116&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcontentment%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you ever have one of those days when you just feel like crap but have no real reason to?  I'm having one of those days.  I don't know why.  I feel that this may be a bit of a sour post, but hey, blogging is about truth isn't it?  I realise that a few posts ago i was writing about my happiness...how ironic.  I find it so wierd how one little thing can bring down your whole mood.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a point in my life right now where i really have no idea where i'm meant to be, what i'm meant to be doing, or more importantly, where God wants me.  I know i don't want to be in retail all my life (i'm in no way knocking those who make their living this way, i'm just saying it's not for me).  Pastor Phil was speaking about contentment on Sunday evening, something i feel i need a little bit more of at the minute, not in one particular area of my life, in fact, a little bit in every aspect would be great.  Philippians 4 v 11 says, "I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances"....Sometimes i wonder to myself, is it possible to ever be completely content with everything in your life?  Like i mean EVERYTHING?  These are just my own thoughts, stupid as they may seem.  This is written in the study part of my Bible under the above verse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Are you content in any circumstances you face?  Paul knew how to be content whether he had plenty or whether he was in need.  The secret was drawing on Christ's power for strength.  Do you have great needs, or are you discontented because you do not have what you want?  Learn to rely on God's promises and Christ's power to help you be content.  If you always want more, ask God to remove that desireand teach you contentment in every circumstance.  He will supply all your needs, but in a way that He knows is best for you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-7207376198463920088?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/7207376198463920088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=7207376198463920088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/7207376198463920088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/7207376198463920088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/05/rantcontentment.html' title='Rant...Contentment'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-1238772817558372439</id><published>2008-04-30T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:40:06.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Injections = Nightmare!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday i went to get the first of my injections for going to Uganda.  I was rather nervous as i have a slight (and by slight i mean enormous) fear of needles.  So i went into the wee room which was tiny, sat down on the seat and started answering all the necessary questions about my health etc... Then the part I hate...the nurse went over to a wee table and started fiddling around with the needle, getting it out of the wrapper etc (I know its wierd but when this is happening i can't concentrate on anything else!) So over she comes and gives me my first injection in my right arm...my foot is shaking like nothing else and she is jibbering on in my ear about random rubbish as she is trying to distract me!  The first injection really wasn't that bad, i was getting another one in my left arm aswell so i thought that if that one was anything like the first one i'd be landed!  So in goes the second needle and i feel like a pins and needles sensation in my arm, not really pleasant...then i turn to my mum (who i had with me for moral support!!) and I say that i'm not feeling too well.  Next thing i remember i'm lying down on the seats with mum right up at my face with a cold towel trying to bring me around!  I fainted! haha  Mum later told me that when i started to black out my eyes rolled in my head and my mouth dropped to one side and siezed up then i had a full on siezure!  Talk about drama!  It took me about an hour to come round and when i got home i slept for the rest of the day!  I can sort of laugh about it now but i think i really scared my mum and also the nurse who thought i was having an epileptic fit. &lt;br /&gt;Now i have to get 4 more injections...lets just hope they run a bit more smoothly than the last 2!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-1238772817558372439?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1238772817558372439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=1238772817558372439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1238772817558372439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1238772817558372439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/04/injections-nightmare.html' title='Injections = Nightmare!!!'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-4994350709602684865</id><published>2008-04-15T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T03:28:10.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell</title><content type='html'>At Cell Last night we did a wee exercise which was pretty class, it really made me feel quite good about myself and gave me a really good feeling!  First of all, let me say that in my every day life, i try my best to be happy.  I don't just mean happy on the inside, but happy on the outside aswell...i try to do everything with a smile.  It's always such a joy to hear that this happiness has been noticed.  Anyway, this exercise lastnight...we all had to take a page and write our names at the top, then pass them round the room and each person had to write something positive about the person whose name was at the top of the page...make sense?  Good.  Here is what my page said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A rock.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Disciple.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Friendly, Charming, talented, beautiful smile.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Great laugh and easy to get on with.  Someone that you're glad to know.  Top notch person.  Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Easy to get on with and good company.&lt;br /&gt;6.  V. Cool!  Bring on Uganda 08!!&lt;br /&gt;7.  Excellent company - very easy to get on with - friendly personality. Poor taste in men, Scott's a balloon (just kidding) (John Guy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Very cheery! - Cheers everyone up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know about you, but when someone says something nice about you, i can't help but feel a real boost.  Here I have a page of 8 things people have said about me and I just feel so happy that people see a joy in me.  I don't in any way want to sound like I am being big headed, I just want to out across that me Joy comes from God.  Before I was a christian (I have been a Christian again for over a year..lots of crap in between....later post maybe??) I had a real sense of something missing in my life,  I was and have always been happy, but I still knew something was missing.  When I came back to the Lord, it was literally an overnight change for me, i suddenly had this joy that i hadn't felt in a long time.  I know that joy comes from God.  There may be hard times and some serious testings in my life, but i still try to live evry day with a smile.  My smile was noticed lastnight at cell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-4994350709602684865?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/4994350709602684865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=4994350709602684865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/4994350709602684865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/4994350709602684865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/04/cell.html' title='Cell'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-2282163795764559974</id><published>2008-04-03T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T07:33:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True</title><content type='html'>"I am as sure as I live that nothing is so near to me as God.  God is nearer to me than I am to myself, my existence depends on the nearness and the presence of God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at True Brother Thierry from the Monastery in Rostrevor came to speak to us about practicing the Presence of God...what a guy!  I could actually have sat and listened to him all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really challenged by him in quite a few ways actually, but one aspect in particular was about prayer.  He said that as a monk, every day has 6 seperate times of prayer.  Oh to have that discipline!  I struggle so much with this sometimes.  I would love to be disciplined enough to set aside a certain time in the day to pray.  I'm not saying that i don't pray...it's just that with me, it tends to be little and often, and at no particular time.  In Mark 1:35 it tells us that "Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed."  As Christians it is our desire to follow this example...so why do I and many others find it so hard?  Busy schedules?  Love of sleep?  Laziness?  I think if I am honest I am guilty of all 3 of these things.  But I have been so challenged to set aside some time of my own to pray.  I am going to try this for a week to see how I get on, I am going to set aside other things which I may think are more important and spend my time with God, talking to Him and praying to Him, and really try to practice God's presence.  I shall let you know how I get on...feel free to join with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if we realised that all God desires is our faithful attention so He can share Himself with us?  What if we discovered that we love because God first loved us?  This and more comes from practicing God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;These are the essentials of the practice of God's presence, what Brother Lawrence called the holy habit: We engage in a continual, silent, and affectionate conversation with our Father.  We walk with God in faith, love, humility, and simplicity.  Out of love, we strive to do nothingand think nothing which may displease Him.  Calling God to mind at every possible moment, every opportunity, we focus our attention on Him and silently say, "Thank you Father" throughout each Day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-2282163795764559974?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/2282163795764559974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=2282163795764559974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/2282163795764559974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/2282163795764559974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/04/true.html' title='True'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-8681093905318363372</id><published>2008-03-29T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:11:57.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few musings for a Saturday morning</title><content type='html'>Good morning!  Right now i'm lying in bed...it's great!  Most mornings when i have to go to work i'm up at 7...i don't like that much!  So it's nice to just chill under the covers once in a while!  Isn't it really funny how when you're a kid it's like world war 3 trying to get you to go to bed?  I remember my mum and dad constantly joining forces to escort my brother and I to bed, Sunday nights were the worst...there was always that horrible feeling of having to go back to school in the morning!  Oh how things change...i find now that most days, bed is what i look forward to.  Not that i'm lazy, i just like sleeping!  I actually think im getting old before my time...i love nothing more than staying at home, watching tv with my mum and dad, or Scott, with a nice cup of tea and a wee biscuit, then bed!  I never used to like doing that, when i was a bit younger i was NEVER in the house, i was always out and about with friends and mum used to joke that she forgot what i looked like! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it all changed for me during my 3rd year at university.  I studied french, spanish and european studies up in good old Coleraine uni, and as part of my course, my 3rd year was spent living in France for 4 months in a tiny town called Pau (pronounced like the littlest tellytubby!) and then 4 months in Spain in the city of Granada.  I was out with my good friend Kathryn the other night having a wee coffee in Starbucks and we got talking about our year abroad.  I love being at home, i love everything about Northern Ireland, and i mean everything, no matter where i will go in life, whether i live in a different country, i will always return to Northern Ireland.  It will always be home for me.  I have done my fair share of travel in my life, but everything i love is in Northern Ireland.  Anyway, living away for that year really made me realise the importance of family.  When i was away, my mum and dad helped me out so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one particular day in Spain very well.  Kathryn and i had made one of our very frequent trips to the supermarket.  I remember i was having a particularly hard day with missing home.  I went to take out some cash from the autobank so i put my card in...nothing.  Nothing came up on the screen and i pressed all kinds of buttons trying to get my card back...nothing.  It had eaten my card, it was lost.  Well right there in the middle of the supermarket i burst into tears.  Kathryn stood trying to calm me down but nothing was working!  We tried everthing, we went to the actual bank building to see if they had anyway of getting my card back but they ended up confusing me more...no was the answer but they didnt just say that!! haha  Anyway, mym mum drove up to my friend Kathryn's house to give her mum some money to put in her account so she could take it out for me, then my mum had to drive back to my bank in Moira and sort out a new card for me then have it posted out.  It was so much hassle for something ehich to them probably seemed quite funny.  But my point is, my mum did that for me without so much as a roll of the eye or any complaint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why i like being at home so much...i love my mum, my dad and my brother so much, and lots of things in the past year or so have happened which really makes me think about how precious our time here is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i have the Unganda auction fundraiser tonight.  I'm on the waitressing team.  Its going to be a really good night i think! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-8681093905318363372?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/8681093905318363372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=8681093905318363372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/8681093905318363372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/8681093905318363372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-few-musings-for-saturday-morning.html' title='Just a few musings for a Saturday morning'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-5757781218777641847</id><published>2008-03-21T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:03:51.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>I think I did something incredibly stupid today...I went and bought the complete first season of Prison Break.  I'm sick of sitting in on conversations about all these box sets, 24, Prison Break, Heroes....I have never watched any of them...I have no flippin idea what you people are all on about!  I just laugh along and pretend I know (unfortunately this doesn't just apply to tv)  But now, I plan to be totally addicted and at last I shall be able to join in on the Prison Break banter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-5757781218777641847?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/5757781218777641847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=5757781218777641847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/5757781218777641847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/5757781218777641847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/03/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-2456392894548411004</id><published>2008-03-20T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:14:24.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day we met Foy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So Laura and I took a trip to Kent on 29th February to visit our friend Dannii who teaches there. It was alot of fun and really good for the 3 of us to be together for a relaxing weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Laura and I are sitting in the airport drinking our Starbucks when the final call notice came up on the screen. So there we are rushing over to our gate, balancing coffee in one hand and bags in the other, when out of the corner of my eye I notice a certain Northern Irish hat-wearing singer. It was Foy Vance! I go into 12 year old girl excitement mode and text Scott to tell him (we are both big fans) He texts back to say he wants an autograph and me being the amazing girlfriend that I am, decided that I won't rest until I get it! He is on our flight so when the boarding call goes out for our group, Laura and I linger a bit so we can get in the queue behind him...how primary school...but some Chinese guy managed to get in there before us (we don't think he appreciated the two of us leaning over him the whole time trying to see what Foy is reading!!) We get past the boarding pass collector woman (that is their official title) and we race down the stairs so we can catch him for a quick autograph and a photo before we get on the plane. Now, picture the scene, it's raining, its beyond windy and Laura and I are racing up behind him, still balancing the bags and the coffee, i drop my phone and it goes flying, i then kick my phone which makes it fly even further! If only Foy was aware of the fuss that was happening behind him! We catch him up anyway and in an EXTREMELY out of breath voicxe i declare my undying love for him (well not quite!) and i ask for an autograph. He is touched but he said could we do it when we got to London out of the rain! We get on the plane and Laura and I try to get sitting beside him, but then we realise that the poor guy couldn't handle that so we leave it!! Anyway, we arrive in London and we are wainting for our bags when along comes Foy to sign a little autograph for Scotty (including a kiss at the end of it!) He stood and talked to us for 5-10 minutes and is such a down to earth lovely guy! So that is my little bit of excitement for my blog. I realise that its very long and probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense! Oh, and just to finish...i got the photos to prove it.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/R-LhCtw80LI/AAAAAAAAABo/W99G9m2U7vE/s1600-h/Kent+march+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/R-LhCtw80LI/AAAAAAAAABo/W99G9m2U7vE/s1600-h/Kent+march+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/R-LhCtw80LI/AAAAAAAAABo/W99G9m2U7vE/s1600-h/Kent+march+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179949958190387378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="151" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/R-LhCtw80LI/AAAAAAAAABo/W99G9m2U7vE/s200/Kent+march+08+002.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/R-LhCNw80KI/AAAAAAAAABg/zWq74aWuCVg/s1600-h/Kent+march+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179949949600452770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/R-LhCNw80KI/AAAAAAAAABg/zWq74aWuCVg/s200/Kent+march+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/R-LhCtw80LI/AAAAAAAAABo/W99G9m2U7vE/s1600-h/Kent+march+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-2456392894548411004?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/2456392894548411004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=2456392894548411004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/2456392894548411004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/2456392894548411004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-we-met-foy.html' title='The day we met Foy'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/R-LhCtw80LI/AAAAAAAAABo/W99G9m2U7vE/s72-c/Kent+march+08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-6356077329036292808</id><published>2008-03-19T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:57:53.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>So this year for the second year in a row i decided, like a right eejit, to go off all chocolate, crisps, sweet things (basically anything nice!) for Lent.  Now, last year it was easy, i was tempted a few times (but hey, so was Jesus!) but i successfully managed it and to top it all off i lost over half a stone in weight.  I suppose you could say this was my main motivation for doing it again this year.  It hasnt worked.  I'm still the same weight i was when i started.  But the main thing is, i have again successfully completed lent (well it ends on Sunday, so there's time yet i suppose!)&lt;br /&gt;I find it really interesting to hear what people have decided to deprive themselves of, the reason i chose these things is because i am actually addicted to them, so for me going without them for 40 days is a big achievement!  Remind me not to do it next year though!&lt;br /&gt;Just to end...my crazy mum ordered an easter egg from Hotel Chocolat at 48 quid!  it's gonna be worth every penny on Sunday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-6356077329036292808?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/6356077329036292808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=6356077329036292808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/6356077329036292808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/6356077329036292808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/03/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-4047435780033645163</id><published>2008-03-17T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:37:28.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron.</title><content type='html'>I have just finished watching Insight on UTV.  It was about violence on the streets of Belfast.  Early in the morning of 15th Feb 2008, after a Valentine's night out, my friend Aaron Montgomery was killed outside Skye nightclub after being punched in the head.  Watching the programme, which featured an interview with Aaron's brother Adam, brought back the reality of it all.  I went to school and i went through university with Aaron, and hearing of his death that Friday morning brought me to my knees with shock.  You just never think anything like that is going to happen to someone you know.  I heard the story on the radio that morning as i was driving to work, the reason it stuck in my head was because they said that a 23 year old man had been killed...i remember thinking "wow i'm 23, that's terrible", but regretfully, like many stories on the news, i forgot about it.  Until i recieved that phonecall from my friend Kathryn.  The programme featured a close up of some flowers and a card that we left outside the nightclub the day after Aron's death.  What bothers me now though, is that many other people watching that programme tonight, will watch it then completely forget about it.  But Araon was my friend, he was a friend to many others, he was a Son, and he was a Brother.  We will never forget about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-4047435780033645163?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/4047435780033645163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=4047435780033645163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/4047435780033645163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/4047435780033645163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/03/aaron.html' title='Aaron.'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-1082325233777716297</id><published>2008-03-16T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:52:38.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the Sand?</title><content type='html'>I have decided to name my blog "Footprints in the Sand".  Leona Lewis has released a song for Sport Relief with the same name.  It is my favourite poem/story ever and as a christian, i think it pretty much sums up what a relationship with God is all about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night a man had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Scenes from his life flashed across the skyand he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,one belonging to him and the other to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;When the last scene of his life had flashed before him,he recalled that at the lowest and saddest times of his lifethere was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;Dismayed, he asked, "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,you'd walk with me all the way.I don't understand why, when I needed you most,you would leave me."&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied, "My precious child.I love you and I would never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;During your times of trial and sufferingwhen you saw only one set of footprints...&lt;br /&gt;That was when I carried you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-1082325233777716297?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1082325233777716297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=1082325233777716297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1082325233777716297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1082325233777716297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/03/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints in the Sand?'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995094888162716740.post-1460985400483280534</id><published>2008-03-16T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:45:40.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>Ok so Scott got himself a blog, and i thought that if i'm going to keeop up with the "cool" people, i better do one too! I have always been more of a reader of blogs than a writer, but hopefully i can get into the swing of things and blog quite regularly! The posts propbably won't be that interesting, given that i have a very random little mind, but i hope to write about whatever may be going on in my life be it major or not so major! I'm going to go and try to figure all this out now, so, see ya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5995094888162716740-1460985400483280534?l=missrainmak3r.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/feeds/1460985400483280534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5995094888162716740&amp;postID=1460985400483280534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1460985400483280534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995094888162716740/posts/default/1460985400483280534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missrainmak3r.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-so-scott-got-himself-blog-and-i.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>Joanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756372472723513756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOgnInjoRpM/Sf8PmTUGgMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mskbRYB4enU/S220/Southampton+Feb+2009+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
