<?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-30568922</id><updated>2011-06-08T08:14:00.796-07:00</updated><category term='back?'/><title type='text'>Singing Sparrow</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a black lady gospel singer in a white person's body...hah, no, just always wished. I am really a white girl (I mean sooo white). Though I have been told Lauryn Hill has got nothing on me...or was it the other way around?  In my spare time...wait...does that exist? Ok, free time: I like writing songs and picturing myself playing the guitar. I enjoy sarcasm and don't care if you do too.  That was harsh, I do apologize. I really am just a quiet girl that has a nice smile, that's all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-841364750354663756</id><published>2008-11-12T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:43:16.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live</title><content type='html'>So, If you like Sara Bareilles or if you just like me, this Saturday would be a good opportunity to come hear some music live at the coffee shop Downtown Riverside Back To The Grind. There will be a lot of different artists performing. I will be singing backup with  Fat Axle then will be doing my own set (mostly Sara Bareilles songs, but I won't ruin it for you), after 10pm. So, come show some support. This is for the people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-841364750354663756?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/841364750354663756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=841364750354663756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/841364750354663756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/841364750354663756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2008/11/live.html' title='Live'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-1192537176992612907</id><published>2008-10-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:44:29.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SPVnCy5zOpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bEpC-qDTUwc/s1600-h/IMG_2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SPVnCy5zOpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bEpC-qDTUwc/s320/IMG_2607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257221437746526866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SPVnDD810SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KG5ap8y0rEw/s1600-h/IMG_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SPVnDD810SI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KG5ap8y0rEw/s320/IMG_2612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257221442322682146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the honor of seeing Sara Bareilles in concert this past weekend with some great friends of ours the Kowalski's. It was the perfect night out. We first enjoyed some Korean BBQ in Hollywood then flew to the Wiltern theater in LA...I could hear her voice from the outside hallway, but it was when I opened the doors to the theater...I saw her straight ahead. It was her and me. I now know what football fanatics deal with when they have no control and just have to shout and cheer. I sang along with her for over an hour, live. It was her last night in CA, she was leaving to go on tour for awhile. I am so thankful to have been inspired by such a musician. I AM HER BIGGEST FAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-1192537176992612907?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1192537176992612907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=1192537176992612907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/1192537176992612907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/1192537176992612907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2008/10/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SPVnCy5zOpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bEpC-qDTUwc/s72-c/IMG_2607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-8768942991243884587</id><published>2008-10-07T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:05:08.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SOwxYwdgt_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/rs7jshMzGkU/s1600-h/melpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SOwxYwdgt_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/rs7jshMzGkU/s320/melpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254629166629828594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend. A photographer. Burg took some pics of us last week. Here's one of my faves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-8768942991243884587?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8768942991243884587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=8768942991243884587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/8768942991243884587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/8768942991243884587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2008/10/burg.html' title='Burg'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SOwxYwdgt_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/rs7jshMzGkU/s72-c/melpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-6895116419883576783</id><published>2008-09-23T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:19:15.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back?'/><title type='text'>hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SNm_ptncEbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f7UOwa7PiFc/s1600-h/IMG_2536_8_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SNm_ptncEbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f7UOwa7PiFc/s320/IMG_2536_8_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249437564017578418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if anyone still visits...i wouldn't blame them if not...i have been pretty boring on this page. but a lot has gone on outside of the computer for me. and his name is Mouse. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-6895116419883576783?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6895116419883576783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=6895116419883576783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/6895116419883576783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/6895116419883576783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html' title='hello!'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__U3jpLKGjAk/SNm_ptncEbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f7UOwa7PiFc/s72-c/IMG_2536_8_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-116746171456442566</id><published>2006-12-29T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T06:57:35.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/569499/IMG_1849_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/320/241729/IMG_1849_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/494856/IMG_1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/320/876353/IMG_1852.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/894419/IMG_1886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/320/946791/IMG_1886.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/495412/IMG_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/320/20319/IMG_1866.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying...I need to blog, don't forget to blog...So, here it is. Well, I have taken the time to figure out how to change my profile pic. Yes, much more current, can't really keep up with the hair changes every 3 months, but this one may be so like this for awhile. Not a bad thing, I happen to like the blue-black. I turned 26 on December 22, yeah! Celebrated with a small group of friends. Had dinner at BJ's, yum, freakin' Santa Fe Spring Rolls and a pzookie...that's all I needed to complete my birthday wishes, haha. I'm not kidding though. :)  So I will enlighten you with some pics, as always. I think it makes a post more interesting. And of course, I am a camera fanatic (I was going to name this differently but didn't seem blog appropriate.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was excellent! I was so happy to spend Christmas Eve with my church family, thank you all my friends and those I don't know at Sandals!!! I love you so much! My kids got toooo many new toys, though I knew that was going to happen. I was prepared, I didn't buy them any toys from me, knowing that they would receive more than plenty. Though the hurdle was the guilt of being the mother and wanting to be the one to make the kids' faces light up. But, I do feel I did what was best. I bought them the things they needed and everyone else overly spoiled them. They are still so young they don't even know the difference.  My favorite gift this year was from my mom. I got a new set of sterling silver pots and pans...sexy!!! Serious, they're HOT. Yes, pots and pans. Ok, you just don't get it, but it's cool. So, what was your fav. gift?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-116746171456442566?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/116746171456442566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=116746171456442566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116746171456442566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116746171456442566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-keep-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-116555510267647092</id><published>2006-12-07T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:35:38.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/320/399441/blogger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-116555510267647092?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/116555510267647092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=116555510267647092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116555510267647092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116555510267647092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-116555348964567874</id><published>2006-12-07T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:51:29.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's one of those happy sorrow things.</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year; it's the holiday season. Spirits are up, trees are decorated, lights are in action, hot chocolate, eggnog, family, friends. It's the perfect time to celebrate Jesus' birth. It seems like suddenly millions of people come out of their holes and present themselves at the mall, driving on the freeway, grocery shopping, and outside decorating their homes. &lt;br /&gt;So, WHY, WHY, do i at the same time feel so down? Ugh. It's like going to Disneyland and crying at the happiest place on earth. I just don't get it. It sucks, yeah, to worry about who you got to buy for and how you are going to afford it. And who's family to visit first and whatnot. But, blah, i am feeling bummed this year. It's just me and the boys and i won't even have them on Christmas Eve it looks like. This will be my second Christmas with just me and the boys. Though last year at least I was living with my mom and stepdad. I just like having people around me. It's how I was designed, people lift my spirits, they give me reason to joke and have a good time. My kids do make me smile, they keep me smiling that's for sure! I thank God for my boys every day. I already thank God for my future husband, but I long for the day that he is actually here with me. I wonder what i will be blogging about next year this same time. Anyways, happy holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-116555348964567874?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/116555348964567874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=116555348964567874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116555348964567874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116555348964567874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-one-of-those-happy-sorrow-things.html' title='It&apos;s one of those happy sorrow things.'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-116391866824276480</id><published>2006-11-18T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:47:50.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling Fest 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1571.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1569.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1570.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand. How could it already have been 10 days since my last blog?! Agh. Time flies. Today my friend Burg and I went out to a skateboard competition event with Brian from X 103.9. We were out there passing out fliers for the 777 concert going on tomorrow night at Cal Baptist University. Shockingly, almost everyone welcomed us. It was my first time doing something like this before. But to my surprise, the people actually welcomed us to talk with them. See, we didn't just want to give them a piece of paper but to actually talk with them and explain who we are and what we are about. And the response was amazing. One guy was just like, "Wow. A rap band at church?". He thought it was a cool thing. It was cool to go to the people that this music event we are putting on would relate to the best. See, this 777 group doesn't limit God!!! We are helping the Lord reach the current generation with our eyes open and our hearts willing. I will be so excited if I see just one person I spoke with today, there at the 777 event! Some pics of me and Burg. Even got one with the Bishop and all his Bling Bling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-116391866824276480?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/116391866824276480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=116391866824276480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116391866824276480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116391866824276480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/11/bling-fest-2007.html' title='Bling Fest 2007'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-116288368054278319</id><published>2006-11-06T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:14:40.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't own any of these.</title><content type='html'>Overalls, sweats and scrunchies...they all say "I give up"!!! Don't be a fashion failure. Just seek professional help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-116288368054278319?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/116288368054278319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=116288368054278319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116288368054278319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116288368054278319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-own-any-of-these.html' title='I don&apos;t own any of these.'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-116244826737325416</id><published>2006-11-01T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:17:47.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1504_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1504_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-116244826737325416?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/116244826737325416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=116244826737325416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116244826737325416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116244826737325416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-116241817494953908</id><published>2006-11-01T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:57:00.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>777</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1508.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1508.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1525.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1525.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1504.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1504.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. So my butt is better...yada yada. No, actually, praise God it's better!!!! Can I get an AMEN! Dude, let's just get this all out in the open now. I suck at keeping up on this blogging thing. I have already said I will try better. But, I have let peeps down, yes, including myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Sunday, I had the honor of singing with the C.L. Ryders at the 777 monthly gathering. It was awesome!!!  Thank you TJ for having me be a part of this!!! Ha, and so much fun. I am going to miss the Friday night practices and the fellows I have met doing so. So, everyone, see, I haven't been up to nothing. There's good going on lately. The Lord is working in me to be more bold and not so shy. I said "working", so this means there is still more progress to come, but hey, it's working already so far. Now, I just need to bust out my guitar more often and get going on that end of this and BAM!  So, I also joined a 777 women's small group. I love it! I get to take my kids and that is important. So, as of right now,  there are 4 days out of the 7 in the week that is devoted to involvement in my church and the Lord. This is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-116241817494953908?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/116241817494953908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=116241817494953908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116241817494953908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/116241817494953908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/11/777.html' title='777'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115974570674696494</id><published>2006-10-01T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:35:06.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch.</title><content type='html'>This Friday I was getting ready to go for dinner with my sister and her husband. I was getting the kids ready and we were coming back down the stairs when all of a sudden, I was falling. I bumped down at least 4 steps. I screamed the whole way down out of pain. I was holding my son Luke on the way down. I squeezed him tight as we were falling. I totally scared him 'cause he started crying. Thank God he's fine. But my tailbone hurts like crazy. Advil, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115974570674696494?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115974570674696494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115974570674696494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115974570674696494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115974570674696494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/10/ouch.html' title='ouch.'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115863025927114711</id><published>2006-09-18T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T18:51:16.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0630.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell carlos, but I am blogging during practice....hehe.&lt;br /&gt;hey, I'm intitled, he was taking pictures with his computer during practice.&lt;br /&gt;I am also using my garage band to record practice at the same time! Skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115863025927114711?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115863025927114711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115863025927114711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115863025927114711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115863025927114711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/09/practice.html' title='practice'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115827053681845790</id><published>2006-09-14T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:58:20.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me being sneaky...</title><content type='html'>Well, folks, I don't have the luxury of computer usage at work. I am actually working right now...well, not really. But, shhh. So sorry it's been so long since I have posted. I kinda feel like I am writing to myself anyway and that feels kinda weird. So life has been busy, but darn good. Life has it's struggles and I have mine, but the joys are what keep things good! Praise God. I hope I haven't let many down with my irresponsibleness to this blogging life, but I will try to keep up. :) And thank you to my friends who hold me blogging accountable, haha, I love it! You guys are the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115827053681845790?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115827053681845790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115827053681845790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115827053681845790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115827053681845790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-me-being-sneaky.html' title='This is me being sneaky...'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115683138074933650</id><published>2006-08-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:06:15.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasos 08-06</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed  width="400" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://w48.photobucket.com/widgets/BucketStrip.swf?url=http://w48.photobucket.com/albums/f244/melissabaldwin/&amp;amp;name=Pasos"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing!!! I can't even describe what an amazing experience this trip was for all of us! I will write more detail about this trip soon...it's late right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115683138074933650?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115683138074933650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115683138074933650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115683138074933650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115683138074933650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/08/pasos-08-06.html' title='Pasos 08-06'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115648572196899366</id><published>2006-08-24T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:08:37.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ready, get set!</title><content type='html'>So. Tomorrow is D day. Leaving for Mexico with Pasos para todo la fin de semana. It will be an adventure. I promise I will take lots of pictures. I can't say that I am totally prepared for this. I really don't know what to expect, but I am open to what the Lord wants to do...so I'm going! Get ready 7 pm service, we're gonna be ready to rock, hope you have a good song lineup! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you all care to check out my photographer friend Daniel, has posted a blog on tattoos and mine is the newest one up there. He's at www.snapphotography.blogspot.com. If I knew how to link, I would. I owe my blogging professor lots of money, so this one will have to wait 'till I have paid up. So, go check it out, suckas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115648572196899366?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115648572196899366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115648572196899366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115648572196899366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115648572196899366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/08/get-ready-get-set.html' title='Get ready, get set!'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115619358268028303</id><published>2006-08-21T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T13:53:03.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1252.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1251.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, guess I was going through a slow blogging time there. I don't know...just been busy. No excuse though. I understand if you have taken me off your subscriptions. Haha, but you know you enjoyed the ninja video! :) Well, things have been going good. We went to the beach yesterday, Doheny, was beautiful. It was Luke's first time. He and Logan had a blast! And I think I am a half a shade of the usual pale darker! Here's some pics. And my cute surfer brother!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115619358268028303?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115619358268028303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115619358268028303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115619358268028303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115619358268028303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/08/did-you-miss-me.html' title='Did you miss me?'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115536033917829850</id><published>2006-08-11T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:03:46.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Ninja</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/neIYJBnwr-k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/neIYJBnwr-k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/30568922-115536033917829850?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115536033917829850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115536033917829850' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115536033917829850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115536033917829850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/08/white-ninja.html' title='White Ninja'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115527636007142212</id><published>2006-08-10T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:06:00.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The suspense is over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/200/IMG_0759.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/200/IMG_0749.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/200/IMG_0741.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, my bro, and my sister came over for dinner tonight. I don't get to see my mom and my bro that often. Usually seems like once a month or something like that. That's pretty lame, especially since we live one exit away off the freeway. But, lately, I have been nervous to tell her something I knew she wouldn't agree on. About 2 months ago I got a tattoo. Yep. She had no idea I was planning on it. There's no way I was going to tell her beforehand. See, my mom and I have a different kind of relationship. She believes that she is my mom and not my "friend". She feels that she cannot allow me to freely tell her how I feel, and she doesn't believe she should support me no matter what. I understand and do think that as a mom, she should be able to share her opinion too. But there are some instances when a daughter just needs to talk, but she can't allow that. That is hard for me. So, I have been avoiding coming out and telling her. But, I knew I needed to say something for my sake. I couldn't keep it a secret. So I had planned on telling her. Well, when she came over, she wanted to see some pics from Luke's B-day. So I showed her the pics that were in my computer. Well, she saw one that showed my tattoo...and she said, "Melissa, you have a tattoo?" I was like, "Yeah." This was funny. The first thing she said was, "Read your Bible. It says not to get tattoos!". Well, I am glad that was over. Then she wanted to see if it was for real, so I had to show her. Poor mom, she probably was freaking out inside. I do appreciate her staying calm for the most part. My bro, who is 13, didn't know what to say. We are in such different spectrums of life. He is so controlled by what his parents want him to think, that he doesn't  want to say his own thoughts. I love my bro, but I am glad my teenage days are over, I can now have an opinion of my own and make my own decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115527636007142212?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115527636007142212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115527636007142212' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115527636007142212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115527636007142212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/08/suspense-is-over.html' title='The suspense is over.'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115527515671807527</id><published>2006-08-10T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:45:56.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burg's last day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/200/IMG_1046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/200/IMG_1050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/200/IMG_1052.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Burgundy is starting a new job next week.  We took some pics on her last day. This may not mean anything to all of you, but I am going to share anyway. This gal means something to me. We have shared so many laughs together...I will miss meeting her in the stock room at work to tell her my secrets, to vent to when the doctor is acting up, to cry with when it hurts, or to tell her to find the note I wrote in her locker I had taped shut. Wow. This brings me back to an earlier post when I wrote about different friends for different seasons. Well, it saddens me that she is leaving where we work together, but this friendship has definitely not lost its seasonings, um, well I mean, this bond is not over! I will miss sticking notes on her back, squirting water on her from across the room, and definitely miss the dancing and making stupid videos, and planning what our superpowers would be if we were mutants. I will now be the only left-handed person in the office again. But the memories I won't forget. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115527515671807527?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115527515671807527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115527515671807527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115527515671807527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115527515671807527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/08/burgs-last-day.html' title='Burg&apos;s last day.'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115513211880215918</id><published>2006-08-09T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:03:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1042.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Monday night we went to go see United play in LA. Except...we didn't actually get to see them...or really hear them. You see, there were so many people trying to get in, that we never made it through the door. :( We were a bit bummed, but decided to make a good evening out of it. We ended up driving to Didi Reece (I don't have a clue if I spelled that right) for some ice cream. It took us a good 45 min. to get there, so the 5 of us ended up spending a lot of time together in the car that night. I was largely entertained by Los and J-Rocka in the front seat. It started to just get crazy especially when Sarah decided to dump water on the boys, they were acting up and deserved it, haha. I was feeling a little homesick though. Now when I say homesick, I mean that when I am in an unfamiliar area, I feel a bit cautious of my surroundings, when nothing looks or feels familiar. But, being with the group I was with made it all the better. It was a fun night and I would do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115513211880215918?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115513211880215918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115513211880215918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115513211880215918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115513211880215918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/08/united.html' title='United'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115510360876480989</id><published>2006-08-08T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T06:28:25.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's first party! Pirate style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0991.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_1036.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam, we ate, we watched the little one make a mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115510360876480989?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115510360876480989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115510360876480989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115510360876480989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115510360876480989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/08/lukes-first-party-pirate-style.html' title='Luke&apos;s first party! Pirate style.'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115493337457002419</id><published>2006-08-06T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:34:06.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this simple post turned into my testimony</title><content type='html'>So this isn't going to be a silly story or anything. This is real. This is life and all it's emotions. Today is Sunday. Normally, I look forward to going to church. Well, not this Sunday. I was feeling down and blue and stressed out. I made all the excuses to not go. I had a birthday party for my son yesterday, my place is a mess. I am exhausted. The kids are tired...blah, blah, blah. I have had this mood on me all day that just won't quit. I just feel overwhelmed and run down. I am not the energizer bunny. Sometimes I feel helpless and I look at my kids and realize they are the ones that are and they NEED me. There are no "breaks" or "time-outs". So, is this how life is just going to be and I need to get used to it? I don't want pity, just comfort. Which, many cannot even fathom. I have a wonderful sister that helps me all the time. We are so close, when I am stressed, she knows. I am the kind of person that thrives on love and encouragement. I need to hear, "mel, chill". I need to be loved on and accepted. Don't we all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did make it to church. And, it is so crazy awesome how the Lord moves when we are obedient. I felt like Pastor Matt's message was written just for me, how special is that! He was reflecting on Paul when he was imprisoned. How the Lord used him to share the word even in those circumstances. Pastor was speaking on how in the worst circumstances, the Lord can use them for good. I do believe this. I have had a bad circumstance. He was talking on how the Lord does not cause evil. He has given us free will to make our own choices, but there are consequences to sin, whether it be the consequence to your sin or someone else's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was married for almost 5 years when my husband announced he no longer wanted to be married. Shocked, hurt, disgusted, I wanted to work it out. I for the life of me couldn't convince him to go to counseling. He had his mind made up, he wanted out. Well, perfect timing. I had just found out I was almost 3 months pregnant and we had a 2 year old. Well, come to find out, he had been seeing another girl. There was a whirlwind spinning in my head. I felt sick to my stomach. I hurt so badly. I felt the ultimate betrayal from the one I had committed to in good and bad. Why? is what I cried to the Lord. I lfelt like it was all my fault and there was nothing I could do to fix this; but these things were a lie from the devil. This was not my doing, and the Lord CAN and WILL mend me and my children. He will use us for His glory and already is doing so.  One thing I do want is to be able to help out anyone that has been in the same circumstance or close to this, I know all situations are different, but there is hope always! So Matt, to answer your question, yes, the Lord did get my attention and I am going to focus it on Him and know that there is glory in the midst. There is so much more I felt tonight, got out of the message, the worship, from just speaking to the Lord, and in my story. But, I am going to end now. I thank the Lord for the blessing I have to be a mother, I don't EVER wish I could change anything. I definitely feel the Lord has made me a stronger person through all of this. I could not have been sane without Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115493337457002419?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115493337457002419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115493337457002419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115493337457002419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115493337457002419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-simple-post-turned-into-my.html' title='this simple post turned into my testimony'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115449825235336086</id><published>2006-08-01T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:59:28.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Slick</title><content type='html'>This isn't something you hear of everyday. I actually had an incident today that involved a friend of mine who admitted to spying. It involved a certain text message on my phone that had a picture attatched. Well, this friend decided it was a good time to share with the group of friends that were present on my innocent lunch break...and revealed his/her findings. I do appreciate honesty, but there are no rumors here to spread. It felt like someone had been reading my diary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had anyone do that before, read my diary that is. Because I am slick. When I was, let's say 9, I had a diary. It had a lock. Which the code was MADD. This is how I was so slick. I figured that if I started off every entry, Dear Al, instead of Dear Diary, that whoever picked up the book would think, "Oh, this can't be a diary. This is to Al." Yep. Slick I was. And it worked.  My diary is full of entries to a certain non-existent person named "Al". And no one had figured it out. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe I should put a lock on my phone...nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115449825235336086?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115449825235336086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115449825235336086' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115449825235336086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115449825235336086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-slick.html' title='So Slick'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115424119972778147</id><published>2006-07-29T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:38:27.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be a Rock Star!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0938.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up yo! Ok, why can't I blog on much more than things that happen in my life? I'm sure better things will be written about, I will surprise you one day. And you won't believe it! But as for now...I will tell you about my life. Things are good. It's weird to say this, but I just really care for my ex-mother-in-law. She is an awesome lady in the regard of helping me. If I didn't have her, I'd be pulling my hair out! For real! There was a time where I didn't take the time for myself to do the things that recharge me. Time to oneself is very important, whether married, kids, single...you get the point. But in all those stages, I have just now been comfortable and enjoying time to do the things that interest me. And I am starting to not feel guilty of it. It was just before, I felt guilty because I had the responsibility being the SOLE caretaker of my child. Even when I was married. And time to myself was unheard of. But thanks to her, things are getting back to being balanced, key word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I had the opportunity to go to a show in crack town. It was the band that I sacrificed my life for to go see in one of the most unsafe areas in town. J/K. No sacrifices here.  The band I went to go see was called A Kiss Could Be Deadly. I am so glad I went, the band was amazing. Lauren, the lead singer, she's so rocker! I love it! She's a petite gal, but can rock the whole room! Seeing people perform their music just keeps giving me motivation to keep doing mine. I haven't danced like that in a long time. Seriously, I have the songs in my head still...and I am STILL dancing. It's the kind of music, that just makes a body move, what can I say? It was a fun time. And I enjoyed myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115424119972778147?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115424119972778147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115424119972778147' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115424119972778147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115424119972778147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wanna-be-rock-star.html' title='I Wanna Be a Rock Star!'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115389154213182825</id><published>2006-07-25T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:25:42.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't take the heat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0928.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so hot here in So. CA I think it was over 100 this weekend....At the office I work at, we always have the air on. We wear gloves and masks and run around the office working on patients. We are an ortho office. Well, Monday at 4, the air completely stopped. We had a blow-out, all the offices in the building. It went in 5 min. from a comfortable 73 degrees to up to a hot 80. Luckily, we were done at 5. The last patients were hard to work on. Our gloves soaked underneath and not to mention under our masks. It was a weird outage, 'cause we have 5 chairs in the back office where we work on patients, and some of them were reclining, and some weren't. The light above the patient I was working on, was half dim. Then, after that. I had to go home to my place to where the air sucks again. I have it set to automatically cool the place to 83. Most of the time lately, if I am lucky, it cools to about 89. Ha. That sounds so bad! I don't know if it is accurate. It's not like scorching, but pretty hot. Also, I have a fan in the rooms that are on a lot. Well, I hope all of you are finding ways to keep cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115389154213182825?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115389154213182825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115389154213182825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115389154213182825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115389154213182825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-cant-take-heat.html' title='If you can&apos;t take the heat...'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115371874075238989</id><published>2006-07-23T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:07:57.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's party time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/Logan%20holding%20Luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/Logan%20holding%20Luke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend was nice and HOT...the weather was crazy, I was in the pool on Sat. night and it started raining! Weird, but at the same time, the neatest thing. The pool wasn't even that refreshing cause the water was hot. Oh, well. This Friday, a friend of mine came to visit. It was really cool hanging out with him. He lives in LB, so we don't get to visit too often. So, D, if you're reading this, I enjoyed the visit, and come by more often! And I can be silent for as long as I need to be, I will challenge you any day. Um, what else, I am planning a first B-day party for Luke...in two weeks. Ahh! The first year flew by sooo fast! He has been walking for over a month now. My little goober. Yes, one of many nicknames. Ha, this is funny. That reminded me of when Logan was little, he was trying to learn how to say Logan, and he didn't do "L"'s very well, they ended coming out as "N"'s. He had it all messed up, he used to introduce himself as "niga". People would look at me like, "um, WHAT is his name?". This evening was fun, church was good. It was hot, but good. ok, i will go back to my party planning now. late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115371874075238989?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115371874075238989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115371874075238989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115371874075238989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115371874075238989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-party-time.html' title='It&apos;s party time!'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115344424968476406</id><published>2006-07-20T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:06:15.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think my head is going to burst!</title><content type='html'>I just spent the last hour with blogging pro Carlos (and by the way Los, the icon for me to link you at this time is missing, so sorry, I can't link ya)  as he went over HTML, iChat, Site Meters, RSS, Net News, what the tab button does, what an apple looks like, and how to scroll with two fingers on my laptop. (Just kidding, he was making fun of me cause I scroll with both my index fingers, says it looks like a dog digging a hole...must be a left-handed thing.)  He showed me so many things I have 3 pages of notes. And no, I am not afraid to admit that I don't know what the heck I am doing, I am starting from square one here. Anyways, I have a lot of homework ahead of me so I must get started. First I would like to announce that I now have friends on my sidebar! Yes, yes, thank you. (I am not done yet, so if you are not on there, don't fret, this is part of my homework). I am now on iChat, my username is greneyedsparrow with one "e". Friends, don't forget to add me to yours. So, anyways, this is a step further for me in this blogging world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I met with a really good friend of mine. Well, we are like strangers now. We don't catch up as often as we used to. So, it's just really weird, how do I explain? hmm. She was my best friend when I was married, her husband was best friends with my husband. Their kids would hang out with mine. We hung out A LOT. We had like everything in common. Then, what happened? LIFE. STUFF. CRAP. SIN. This has been boggling my mind since we said goodbye like 5 hours ago. Since my husband left, my friend and her husband had an almost divorce experience as well. Well, they are working as a team on their marraige, where as I didn't have that option.  Anyways, I guess the reason I am boggled is because of old familiar feelings that come with having shared so many memories with certain people. I know that this friendship was great. But it is just that.  We are still friends, but it probably won't be what it used to be ever again. But that is ok. Because I know there are different seasons of life and right now the Lord is blessing me with some awesome new friends!!! And He places certain people in our path for a reason! I thank the Lord for the friends that I have had great memories with, but I also thank God for the memories to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115344424968476406?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115344424968476406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115344424968476406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115344424968476406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115344424968476406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-my-head-is-going-to-burst.html' title='I think my head is going to burst!'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115328494126392259</id><published>2006-07-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:58:11.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I'm just not gonna live that one down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, I sang my first solo at church. I didn't just sing it once, but four times. And I was still in the middle of a cold. What a challenge, but I was determined. Oh, where do I start? Well, everything was going pretty well to start. We did the sound check and things were good. I was a bit nervous but that is to be expected. Um, well in the midst of things, there was a mix-up with the vocalists mics and somehow my mic that the musicians were counting on me using ended up with someone else...oops. So the band was sort of freaking out that they couldn't hear me in their in-ears. I didn't know what was going on 'cause I couldn't hear me either. Well, it was patched and sort of we just had to deal with it...couldn't do a whole new sound check with the band, that would take too much time. So, anyways, I was already nervous, but this made it harder. Oh well. And on top of it, I was forgetting the words. I actually had the words in front of me...but they were in small print on a stand a couple feet away, and the lights were shadowing them. So, first service had the honor of hearing me share with everyone some freestylin'. The words I had forgotten were "you are the only firm foundation". So as I was singing, I got to the part "you are the only" oh man, what is He...?....then the word "perfect" came out....ok....perfect what....quick, think of something.....?!?....I actually said "LOVER". "You are the only perfect lover". Right, duh, everyone knows He's such a great lover. ohh. sorry carlos, if it makes you feel any better, yes, I am embarassed, but I feel like, why deny it? Let's just laugh about it instead. hah. So, that was the first service, now  for second. Second was going a bit better. The first time, sang it through, the second time, not so much. The intro to the song was starting and so I was getting ready with the mic. As I lifted the mic up to my mouth, the cord had come unplugged from the mic due to my foot having been on the cord below. So, I tried to casually place the cord back in and I could feel the countdown as the measures kept getting closer to go time. And Carlos so graciously says, "No pressure." lol, yeah, none here. So, I don't end up getting it back in in time, it was being stubborn. But, Sarah saves the day and chimes in the first verse for me!!! yea. Teamwork, I love it! It was perfect, like it was supposed to be that way the whole time. So, it all worked out. And actually, even after all that, I still don't think these things are as big of a deal, they happen all the time, just so happened they all occured in one morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115328494126392259?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115328494126392259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115328494126392259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115328494126392259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115328494126392259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/man-im-just-not-gonna-live-that-one.html' title='Man, I&apos;m just not gonna live that one down'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115285052811967187</id><published>2006-07-13T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:15:28.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fiesta or siesta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0788.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was crazy...The end of the working week for me. And we, let me tell you, were definitely overworked this week. You know when you just get so tired, that you just start making no sense and everything is funny and silly? Ahh, I LOVE that! When everyone is laughing at the same stupid jokes that don't even make any sense. We even had the docotor in on it. That's when it all comes together. Good times. I thank the Lord for laughter. It is good medicine. I am feeling better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115285052811967187?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115285052811967187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115285052811967187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115285052811967187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115285052811967187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/fiesta-or-siesta.html' title='fiesta or siesta?'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115264524284846847</id><published>2006-07-11T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:15:28.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>I can't breathe through my nose. I am so congested. Summertime colds, what a bummer. blah. This better go away soon! In the name of Jesus! Any suggestions how to rid of this in a timely manner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115264524284846847?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115264524284846847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115264524284846847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115264524284846847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115264524284846847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115225140454197656</id><published>2006-07-06T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:50:04.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boogie monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0898.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0900.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0882.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that many peeps are reading my blog at this time, but here's a recap of the past few days. Tues. was the 4th of July. Good times. There were two swimming pools and two bar-b-que's involved at two separate places. Went to my dad's house early afternoon. Then went to J-Rocka's shindig in the evening for the fireworks. I don't have too many pics, just a few. My arms and legs are sore from holding Luke all day...had to keep him from crawling into the pools, he's everywhere. Um, then yesterday, I had to go back to work from having a whole week off! Man, didn't want to, but 'tis life. Then, when I went to pick up the boys from daycare, this is really gross. One of the 3 year old girls there was picking her nose...eeew, then she showed it to me. yuck. After she had announced it to everyone what was on the tip of her finger, she proceeded to then direct the object into her mouth. I tried to stop her but it was too late. And, she enjoyed it. ugh. I hope she's not showing Logan this. That's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115225140454197656?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115225140454197656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115225140454197656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115225140454197656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115225140454197656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/boogie-monster.html' title='boogie monster'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115199170898240043</id><published>2006-07-03T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:42:25.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love makes the world go round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/African%20Daisy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/African%20Daisy.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was listening to my iPod today, and on comes Rick Warren.  He is speaking on love. Love is why we are here. We need to love on others as ourselves...not as easy as it is said, but even just conciously attempting is recognized. So, I have been thinking lately, I need to step out of my box.  I just know how good it feels to have someone that barely knows me to go out of their way to make me feel comfortable, that is love to me.  So, I realize, I need to be that person more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115199170898240043?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115199170898240043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115199170898240043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115199170898240043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115199170898240043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-makes-world-go-round.html' title='Love makes the world go round'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30568922.post-115187994437519619</id><published>2006-07-02T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:39:55.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0839.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/MVI_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/MVI_0836.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/1600/IMG_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5905/3281/320/IMG_0854.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. i did it! step one has been completed. now to write. gosh, where do i start? well, for one, i  am happy to be back home from a busy week. this week was spent from tues. to friday at the Purpose Driven Worship conference at Saddleback. it was so amazing but tiring at the same time. just starting early with worship, to speaker, to afternoon classes, then back for evening concerts. the classes were superb! i learned about songwriting, arranging music, and even attended my fellow friend Carlos' blogging and podcasting class...(yes, this is where it all began...) so, yes, this week has been awesome and just felt a renewal within and feeling motivated to do more and better. THEN, i get home. and the enemy just wants to attack... i feel so exhausted (yes, getting 4-5 hours of sleep every night might have something to do with this.), i get a notice in the mail from my lawyer stating i have an outrageous balance due and i have 10 days respond. now, at this point, i know it's satan trying to get under my skin. he wants to see me fold. so i pray. i know that this has got to be a mistake, so i will just lean on Him and keep trusting. then this morning at church i feel the presence of the Lord. he is so good. i am singing on stage and there i am not the most comfortable, it is still a stretch for me. i do not like the spotlight or to be the center of attention. i don't like being watched. i am more of the behind the scenes kinda person. but the Lord has placed me there for a reason. he has given me the gift of song and i truly believe that i must use it for Him, not me. so whether i am more comfortable mixed in the midst of the rest of the congregation than on stage, i will sing to him with my heart. i know He will bless me for doing His will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30568922-115187994437519619?l=greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/115187994437519619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30568922&amp;postID=115187994437519619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115187994437519619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30568922/posts/default/115187994437519619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greeneyedsparrow.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-first-post.html' title='my first post'/><author><name>Singing Sparrow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860230268137979682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5905/3281/1600/557627/blogger.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
