<?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-7339155392678341819</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:51:47.710-04:00</updated><category term='sweater'/><category term='Career Center'/><title type='text'>The Life of Ravin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ravin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10437138730875069387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SVVo4XUWoLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6A8xAGJSCr0/S220/510fishfacebw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-200599716275908956</id><published>2009-05-19T08:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:46:41.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovate Church Conference</title><content type='html'>One thing I love about LU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/ShKpOWBn5uI/AAAAAAAAAHU/encPXRLAxBg/s1600-h/Newly+Imported+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/ShKpOWBn5uI/AAAAAAAAAHU/encPXRLAxBg/s320/Newly+Imported+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337514572283111138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up one morning in April and this picture was outside our door.  Someone used chalk graffiti to inspire others to release tension and anxiety in the most stress-filled time in the year.  Seriously?  Brilliant!  Creative justice at work in the hands of a college student.  We could change the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another I love, today I'm at Innovate Church Conference at TRBC and I'm getting to hear &lt;a href="http://www.francischansblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Francis Chan&lt;/a&gt;!  If I could take more time off work today I'd hear &lt;a href="http://blogs.lifeway.com/blog/edstetzer/"&gt;Ed Stetzer&lt;/a&gt; too, but most likely he'll tweet most of what he's going to say anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both positive and negative, Lynchburg, VA is a spiritual incubator.  For now, it's positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-200599716275908956?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://home.trbc.org/index.cfm?PID=18921' title='Innovate Church Conference'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/200599716275908956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/05/innovate-church-conference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/200599716275908956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/200599716275908956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/05/innovate-church-conference.html' title='Innovate Church Conference'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/ShKpOWBn5uI/AAAAAAAAAHU/encPXRLAxBg/s72-c/Newly+Imported+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-7837236667395633716</id><published>2009-05-18T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:15:56.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile, This is Fitting</title><content type='html'>While trying to come up with a good reason why we haven't posted on our blog since March, I came across this video from &lt;a href="http://www.brianmclaren.net/"&gt;Brian McLaren&lt;/a&gt; through another blogger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQak6ng0RXQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQak6ng0RXQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video reminds me of 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;1. I remember when a girl at Greenfield told me that God sending Jesus to die for our sins sounded like child abuse.  I had no answer.&lt;br /&gt;2. I cannot wait to see my nephews next week in Kentucky for our family camping trip.  Little boys like this are cute, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;3. Our God is greatly mysterious and in that mysteriousness He is good.  &lt;a href="http://www.studylight.org/desk/?query=de+11:6&amp;amp;t=nas&amp;amp;st=1&amp;amp;new=1&amp;amp;sr=1&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;l=en"&gt;Zapping or not&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-7837236667395633716?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/7837236667395633716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-awhile-this-is-fitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/7837236667395633716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/7837236667395633716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-awhile-this-is-fitting.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile, This is Fitting'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-2932496621395242935</id><published>2009-03-24T18:32:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:48:07.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons We Love Virginia</title><content type='html'>We took a small hike on Sunday afternoon and stumbled on these sites.  These pictures represent reasons that we love Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good education:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sclh8ZMGV3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/n-re9ki4BwY/s1600-h/Crabtree+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sclh8ZMGV3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/n-re9ki4BwY/s320/Crabtree+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316888525269260146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun people to be with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sclh2QZrUbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_K75EwCXt6g/s1600-h/Crabtree+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sclh2QZrUbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_K75EwCXt6g/s320/Crabtree+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316888419831075250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful scenery (isn't Rachel a great photographer?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SclhofUgUxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EQESh8bowow/s1600-h/Crabtree+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SclhofUgUxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EQESh8bowow/s320/Crabtree+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316888183317746450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping beauties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SclgH98xRzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Wok5PVY8vXs/s1600-h/Crabtree+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SclgH98xRzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Wok5PVY8vXs/s320/Crabtree+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316886525092382514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstacles to overcome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sclfz8gp0PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/prszYr4x-wA/s1600-h/Crabtree+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sclfz8gp0PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/prszYr4x-wA/s320/Crabtree+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316886181108633842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women that work out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SclfsnVtd1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/OPzM3jO0Ufs/s1600-h/Crabtree+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SclfsnVtd1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/OPzM3jO0Ufs/s320/Crabtree+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316886055166506834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crabtree Falls, Sunday.  Good times.  If you visit, we'll take you on a hike.  A great hike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-2932496621395242935?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/2932496621395242935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/reasons-we-love-virginia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/2932496621395242935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/2932496621395242935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/reasons-we-love-virginia.html' title='Reasons We Love Virginia'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sclh8ZMGV3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/n-re9ki4BwY/s72-c/Crabtree+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-9180032219413505875</id><published>2009-03-15T21:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:32:13.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>if you could remember...</title><content type='html'>Rachel said to me on our snow day, "Hey, do you want to go Shara's to see Kaleb play in the snow?"  I wasn't too excited about it, but I said, "Yeah, let's do it."  I wish I had seen this coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sb2qvX8ShwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8pXe16luiBY/s1600-h/Misc.+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sb2qvX8ShwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8pXe16luiBY/s320/Misc.+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313590866224514818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sb2qmkxHX3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/oAGgietzb0w/s1600-h/Misc.+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sb2qmkxHX3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/oAGgietzb0w/s320/Misc.+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313590715048484722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sb2qWcOgdcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/v6jlpblpt0w/s1600-h/Misc.+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sb2qWcOgdcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/v6jlpblpt0w/s320/Misc.+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313590437877937602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shara taught him how to eat it and he wasn't concerned with anything else.  He just kept eating it, sitting in it and eating it.  They tried to make create a snow angel... didn't work.  He just kept doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a17ab48c3651ef6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a17ab48c3651ef6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330288934%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EF1C4AFE31A5A71F44B93F7CEEA9F8407A6775E.810AFB24E64F3B70BA9B2C741B515FB6B6F5485A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a17ab48c3651ef6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfgY1dNWsPGoK8Gisbw9ZSQRlUPE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a17ab48c3651ef6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330288934%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EF1C4AFE31A5A71F44B93F7CEEA9F8407A6775E.810AFB24E64F3B70BA9B2C741B515FB6B6F5485A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a17ab48c3651ef6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfgY1dNWsPGoK8Gisbw9ZSQRlUPE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-9180032219413505875?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7a17ab48c3651ef6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/9180032219413505875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-could-remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/9180032219413505875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/9180032219413505875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-could-remember.html' title='if you could remember...'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/Sb2qvX8ShwI/AAAAAAAAAGU/8pXe16luiBY/s72-c/Misc.+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-7317452320559255194</id><published>2009-03-15T15:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:51:12.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>travel</title><content type='html'>World travelers we are not.  But, we'd like to get out more often.  People are our reasons for escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend: Chicago, IL&lt;br /&gt;This weekend: Statesville, NC&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend: Lynchburg, VA&lt;br /&gt;28th weekend: Joshua's Men Retreat (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-then-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April!  Wow, things are looking forward right now but a bit stressful.  I think Rach and I will keep sane if we keep our friends and families close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future trips:&lt;br /&gt;June '09: Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;July '09: Anniversary (???)&lt;br /&gt;October '09: Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's try an experiment.  After you read this post call Rachel or me and tell your favorite city to visit and why... Ready, go, call, now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-7317452320559255194?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/7317452320559255194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/travel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/7317452320559255194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/7317452320559255194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/travel.html' title='travel'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-6227526583761355285</id><published>2009-03-13T11:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:22:11.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a tremendous outlook on the Evangelical</title><content type='html'>I am no theological scholar by trade, but a reader in general.  My hope swells when I read things like this by Mark Galli:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I will do, to my dying day, is work with anyone who knows he was lost but now is found, whose Bible is worn because she repeatedly looks there for God to speak, who finds the Cross the most meaningful of symbols, for whom the Resurrection is not just a doctrine but a power, and who wants nothing more than to find new and creative ways to share the evangel of Jesus in word and deed. I'll work with these people no matter what scholars decide to call them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great paragraph from this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"One of those dynamics is that evangelicals on the ground, in our better moments at least, care less about our "movement" and more about "the evangel," the Good News of Jesus Christ. If the constellations of individuals and groups that have constituted the cultural shape of evangelicalism were to disappear, most of us would quickly move on. Because we know that would hardly signal the end of evangelicalism."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Q: is this possible in a day of market branding and celebrity poster children defining themselves more by the brands they follow than the values they hold?  (Example: "Oh, that's the guy that rides the bike, right?  Isn't he the one with the yellow shoes that beat cancer in order to win some competition seven times?"  Brands: LiveStrong, Cancer Survivor, and Tour de France.  Values Ignored: divorce, integrity in sports, and right speaking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-6227526583761355285?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2009/marchweb-only/110-31.0.html?start=2' title='a tremendous outlook on the Evangelical'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/6227526583761355285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/tremendous-outlook-on-gospel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/6227526583761355285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/6227526583761355285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/tremendous-outlook-on-gospel.html' title='a tremendous outlook on the Evangelical'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-3977270937138363881</id><published>2009-03-07T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:52:12.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago and Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>It appears that there has been a lot of uncertainty already in this trip to the Midwest.  This appearance has ruminated from my gut and continues to cut at my confidence the closer we get to Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're currently planning on visiting the campus of a school here in Chicago to look at their Rhetoric and Public Culture program.  Rachel and I have discussed taking our interest in university life to the next level and pursuing a PhD that would allow us to teach world-round, hopefully.  My uncertainty is shooting so high that the sky might reject my ammunition and drop it back on my head.  In a dizzy whirlwind of rejection I'd then only be left trying to pick up pieces and make sense of what does not.  I guess that's faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us this weekend and in the coming weeks about how we're going to address our next steps.  Our discussion in the airport yesterday concluded with a resolve something like this: We just want to put our full selves into the next adventure as if it is the adventure we are going to be defined by for the rest of our lives, and we don't want to start something in anticipation of starting the next thing shortly after that.  We want to be all in and put all of our creative efforts into accomplishing that thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward into the unknown.  This feeling now makes me think of Moses compared to the people of Israel in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exodus 20:18-21&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"Now when all the people saw the thunder and the flashes of lightning and the sound of the trumpet and the mountain smoking, the people were afraid and trembled, and they stood far off and said to Moses, 'You speak to us, and we will listen; but do not let God speak to us, lest we die.'  Moses said to the people, 'Do not fear, for God has come to test you, that the fear of him may be before you, that you may not sin.'  The people stood far off, while Moses drew near to the thick darkness where God was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onward to thick darkness, albeit pretty dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-3977270937138363881?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/3977270937138363881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicago-and-uncertainty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/3977270937138363881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/3977270937138363881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicago-and-uncertainty.html' title='Chicago and Uncertainty'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-6785622015477884850</id><published>2009-03-02T11:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:46:00.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm worse than my sister</title><content type='html'>This post is entitled such because it is 11:29AM and I have yet to work today.  Granted, it is a Monday and we do have a snow day today, as proof of the following picture, but I have a lot of work to do and I have done none:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawJUIBx4nI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EgGPHguPyi0/s1600-h/Misc.+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawJUIBx4nI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EgGPHguPyi0/s320/Misc.+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308628302119953010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my current working condition with Master Rachel in pajamas over on the couch and myself in that vacant spot on the loveseat typing on that there computer.  The audio in the background would have students screaming and joyously yelling outside our window sliding on cafeteria trays and any kind of makeshift toboggan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawJM6HPjhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MnY43ky91dY/s1600-h/Misc.+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawJM6HPjhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MnY43ky91dY/s320/Misc.+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308628178125688338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pause) We just had a friend from Florida knock on our door because she was freezing while sledding.  She had those little cotton gloves and rain boots on her feet.  Rachel loaned her ski gloves with hand warmer inserts and a pair of wool socks.  We're going to make great parents!  The look of excitement on our snow day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawJFwHz-aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cvIWLRw4hi8/s1600-h/Misc.+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawJFwHz-aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cvIWLRw4hi8/s320/Misc.+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308628055184636322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you think Virginians are weak sauce, check out this picture with the ice on our window and the following one with the 10 inches of snow next to the side walks.  This is out our front window.  Note the large evergreen in our front yard and the smaller evergreens bowing to one another on the right side.  The trees in the back also look pristine adorned with their new ice garbs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawImKm5uzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eKXr_riW4GE/s1600-h/1st+bunch+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawImKm5uzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eKXr_riW4GE/s320/1st+bunch+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308627512538544946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawIb0KQFDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gc7D_AO8qiM/s1600-h/1st+bunch+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawIb0KQFDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gc7D_AO8qiM/s320/1st+bunch+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308627334714102834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really do enjoy our home.  Another "plow" just drove by on this sidewalk.  They do a good job on the sidewalks, if only we could talk them into salting the stairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-6785622015477884850?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com' title='I&apos;m worse than my sister'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/6785622015477884850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-worse-than-my-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/6785622015477884850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/6785622015477884850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-worse-than-my-sister.html' title='I&apos;m worse than my sister'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawJUIBx4nI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EgGPHguPyi0/s72-c/Misc.+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-7845768904499149422</id><published>2009-02-27T16:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:43:34.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5qXq4M2Uv0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5qXq4M2Uv0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-7845768904499149422?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/7845768904499149422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/7845768904499149422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/7845768904499149422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-448058153403053300</id><published>2009-02-22T23:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:38:32.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a birthday plate</title><content type='html'>Rachel had a really amazing birthday idea back in November for me.  We went to a place called &lt;a href="http://www.allfireduplynchburg.com/"&gt;All Fired Up &lt;/a&gt;in Lynchburg.  Many of you probably have a place like this in your local towns, but ours plays a ridiculous Oldies radio station and is not what we consider to be the most comfortable creative environment.  However, we were still able to produce this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SaIl_sdJV_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1DZXOC5B6u8/s1600-h/1st+bunch+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SaIl_sdJV_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1DZXOC5B6u8/s400/1st+bunch+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305845087191259122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a birthday plate!  For whomever to use on their birthday.  This project in all took us 3 trips out to Boonesboro and 5 cups of coffee (there's a Starbucks just around the corner) just to finish it.  But, there were 4 different dates involved (one to pick-up the plate and another stop at the Starbucks), so it was a (or four) relatively inexpensive ($13 plate) date idea!  Here's the back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SaImF1FitwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-EaUV93lHsU/s1600-h/1st+bunch+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SaImF1FitwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/-EaUV93lHsU/s320/1st+bunch+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305845192587392770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIDE NOTE:  Every family has traditions.  Our family had a lot of unique ones, Rachel's had a lot of spontaneous ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Melissa remembers this.  We used to have a record player that would play a special birthday record every time it was our birthday.  The records we special and had our name in the song.  I think that picture had a man riding a rocket or a crescent moon on the front, probably with stardust flying off the rear of his vessel.  I really like the song.  It went something like this, "Hey Kevin, it's your birthday... [enter other rhyming text here]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditions... hmm.  After years of using this plate, I have a feeling that our kids will try to hide or shatter it.  We love it, it's better than we had in mind when we started.  We're starting traditions early in the Mahan home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-448058153403053300?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/448058153403053300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-plate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/448058153403053300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/448058153403053300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-plate.html' title='a birthday plate'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SaIl_sdJV_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1DZXOC5B6u8/s72-c/1st+bunch+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-426190272464922150</id><published>2009-02-22T23:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:26:07.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what Kaleb's thinking</title><content type='html'>I just stumbled on these pictures today and thought that I'd share them with you.  Rachel likes to pretend to say what Kaleb is thinking.  Any ideas about what he's thinking here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SaIkyLGt0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/QQrgBF9e2HM/s1600-h/1st+bunch+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SaIkyLGt0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/QQrgBF9e2HM/s320/1st+bunch+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305843755388883458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this one.  Comment on this post with your best caption and we'll come up with a grand prize.  That means you have a 25% chance of winning between all 4 of our readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SaIkuO95c_I/AAAAAAAAADo/cdYgQ2Z21Ck/s1600-h/1st+bunch+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SaIkuO95c_I/AAAAAAAAADo/cdYgQ2Z21Ck/s320/1st+bunch+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305843687706162162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-426190272464922150?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/426190272464922150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what-kalebs-thinking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/426190272464922150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/426190272464922150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what-kalebs-thinking.html' title='Guess what Kaleb&apos;s thinking'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SaIkyLGt0gI/AAAAAAAAADw/QQrgBF9e2HM/s72-c/1st+bunch+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-7599691197528101228</id><published>2009-02-22T17:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:19:24.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Three Nephews</title><content type='html'>Last week we had the best time with Kevin's parents, sister, and nephews!  My sister made it over a few times so we ended up seeing all three of our nephews in one place.  They loved each other.  I loved thinking of what was going through there minds at different moments, one of my favorites being playing hide and seek with Jayce.  He was tense and anxiuos as Unlce Kevin was trying to find us and "here he is!" seemed constantly on the tip of his tongue.  During the encounters when Kaleb would crawl up to Jayce and try to climb on him we were pretty sure Kaleb was saying in his mind, "I want to eat your face," but instead said "aww, Jayce he wants to be friends with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our pictures were fewer and of lower quality, is it cheating to say, check out my &lt;a href="http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-weekend-trip.html"&gt;sister-in-law's blog&lt;/a&gt; for a picture recap of the weekend?  Okay, I said it...take a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-7599691197528101228?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/7599691197528101228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-three-nephews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/7599691197528101228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/7599691197528101228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-three-nephews.html' title='Our Three Nephews'/><author><name>Ravin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10437138730875069387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SVVo4XUWoLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6A8xAGJSCr0/S220/510fishfacebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-8392949744614943126</id><published>2009-02-21T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:57:51.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a bad food idea</title><content type='html'>Last night at The Rot, our dining facility at LU, Rachel and I had one of those "What?!" kind of moments. First of all, our main dining facility looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.liberty.edu/media/1616/construction/reber-thomas_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.liberty.edu/media/1616/construction/reber-thomas_08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into The Rot and found something different in the cheeseburger/grill cheese line.  We found "S'more Quesadillas."  Seriously.  Someone in the back had the idea to take the extra tortillas shells, lather them in butter - twice - then spread approximately 0.3 ounces of marshmallow and 0.4 ounces of chocolate paste with a smidgen of crumbled graham cracker to top it off.  Slide that puppy through the pizza oven and you've got a "S'more Quesadilla."  Unreal.  We fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One happy customer said, "Usually  this would have been a good idea, but I think they put sea salt on the outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against our better judgment, Rachel and I each took one out of the hot window.  Mine was gone by my third bite of pollock.  Rachel daintly ignored my gagging and gasping to finish the guts of the treat without subcombing to the over buttered edges of crips quesadilla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound like a negative post, but it wasn't all that bad of an evening.  We ended up getting our friend Grace one before we left, and Rachel said, "Your gonna like this."  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-8392949744614943126?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/8392949744614943126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-food-idea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/8392949744614943126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/8392949744614943126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-food-idea.html' title='a bad food idea'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-2608774857479063732</id><published>2009-02-08T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:10:26.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Saturday mornings...</title><content type='html'>If you've heard us talk about CampusSERVE on Saturday mornings and want a better glimpse, you can click on the link to see our new &lt;a href="http://campusserve.wordpress.com/"&gt;CampusSERVE blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Kevin worked for hours on it!  As his wife and a graphic desinger I am so proud of him...not to mention that I couldn't be more thankful for a husband who pours himself into the leaders and this community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-2608774857479063732?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/2608774857479063732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-saturday-mornings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/2608774857479063732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/2608774857479063732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-saturday-mornings.html' title='Our Saturday mornings...'/><author><name>Ravin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10437138730875069387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SVVo4XUWoLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6A8xAGJSCr0/S220/510fishfacebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-4129730986755004487</id><published>2009-02-08T23:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:10:02.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaleb and his family are back in town!</title><content type='html'>We are so excited to have my sister, brother-in-law, and little nephew back in town.  This post is especially to fulfill the request of Uncle Nate.  They were all three ready for some sleep after about a 25 hour trip.  They said Kaleb did really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SY-4uqnsPWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3pMGBWXPww0/s1600-h/100_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SY-4uqnsPWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3pMGBWXPww0/s320/100_0546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300658398292622690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaleb is a pro at moving these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SY-4u8MHqmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/b_sDgnd0-1s/s1600-h/100_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SY-4u8MHqmI/AAAAAAAAAKg/b_sDgnd0-1s/s320/100_0550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300658403008817762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to stlye his hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-4129730986755004487?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/4129730986755004487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/kaleb-and-his-family-are-back-in-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/4129730986755004487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/4129730986755004487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/kaleb-and-his-family-are-back-in-town.html' title='Kaleb and his family are back in town!'/><author><name>Ravin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10437138730875069387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SVVo4XUWoLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6A8xAGJSCr0/S220/510fishfacebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SY-4uqnsPWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3pMGBWXPww0/s72-c/100_0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-2039764144386426932</id><published>2009-02-03T22:47:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:13:32.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>our first - or second - house</title><content type='html'>Shortly after getting married, Rachel and I temporarily moved into what is called "East Campus" at Liberty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkh86tHdDI/AAAAAAAAADg/uCXheItXdew/s1600-h/DSCF3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkh86tHdDI/AAAAAAAAADg/uCXheItXdew/s320/DSCF3435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298803767012455474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that we would move to our second house shortly after we moved into this one, we didn't settle in too much.  Our second house is what follows here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkSR6TjuHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-D5HTwStqq8/s1600-h/1st+bunch+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkSR6TjuHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-D5HTwStqq8/s320/1st+bunch+285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298786535496464498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkR1gC8jsI/AAAAAAAAABI/h11Q7Ti-gCk/s1600-h/1st+bunch+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkR1gC8jsI/AAAAAAAAABI/h11Q7Ti-gCk/s320/1st+bunch+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298786047411130050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;living room 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkS1YiinsI/AAAAAAAAABY/n3BLmJz1D7k/s1600-h/1st+bunch+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkS1YiinsI/AAAAAAAAABY/n3BLmJz1D7k/s320/1st+bunch+278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298787144907792066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;living room 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkTZLVhhdI/AAAAAAAAABg/2AF4jPXKVfg/s1600-h/1st+bunch+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkTZLVhhdI/AAAAAAAAABg/2AF4jPXKVfg/s320/1st+bunch+280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298787759838823890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;living room 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkThM1mtyI/AAAAAAAAABo/L4EXGAjm070/s1600-h/1st+bunch+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkThM1mtyI/AAAAAAAAABo/L4EXGAjm070/s320/1st+bunch+279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298787897680770850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kitchen 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkT-Mx573I/AAAAAAAAABw/04SwUK64LoQ/s1600-h/1st+bunch+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkT-Mx573I/AAAAAAAAABw/04SwUK64LoQ/s320/1st+bunch+273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298788395881459570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kitchen 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkUGIvOCbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXHJo4a94gM/s1600-h/1st+bunch+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkUGIvOCbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXHJo4a94gM/s320/1st+bunch+274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298788532235405746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkV-tYJB8I/AAAAAAAAADI/-FandXfexBo/s1600-h/1st+bunch+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkV-tYJB8I/AAAAAAAAADI/-FandXfexBo/s320/1st+bunch+287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790603655022530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hallway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkUVTyHNfI/AAAAAAAAACI/4um_HCvEPcU/s1600-h/1st+bunch+260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkUVTyHNfI/AAAAAAAAACI/4um_HCvEPcU/s320/1st+bunch+260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298788792898369010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prayer room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkUeQg92xI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s4xXK3J0fX4/s1600-h/1st+bunch+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkUeQg92xI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s4xXK3J0fX4/s320/1st+bunch+282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298788946639969042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spare bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkU1UXH5zI/AAAAAAAAACY/_1SXc9dKnhs/s1600-h/1st+bunch+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkU1UXH5zI/AAAAAAAAACY/_1SXc9dKnhs/s320/1st+bunch+266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298789342809417522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;office 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkVC6oQcyI/AAAAAAAAACg/PMz9H3Glhb4/s1600-h/1st+bunch+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkVC6oQcyI/AAAAAAAAACg/PMz9H3Glhb4/s320/1st+bunch+265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298789576420127522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;office 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkVV6jJlII/AAAAAAAAACo/aRasBD8xMl0/s1600-h/1st+bunch+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkVV6jJlII/AAAAAAAAACo/aRasBD8xMl0/s320/1st+bunch+264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298789902816220290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;master bedroom 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkVeMynvOI/AAAAAAAAACw/VGl6BKX5rNU/s1600-h/1st+bunch+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkVeMynvOI/AAAAAAAAACw/VGl6BKX5rNU/s320/1st+bunch+261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790045151902946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;master bedroom 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkVlZ6e0VI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UBg1sHrgedE/s1600-h/1st+bunch+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkVlZ6e0VI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UBg1sHrgedE/s320/1st+bunch+262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790168933618002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;master bedroom 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkVtOQpfhI/AAAAAAAAADA/rrIi2F5Xf8s/s1600-h/1st+bunch+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkVtOQpfhI/AAAAAAAAADA/rrIi2F5Xf8s/s320/1st+bunch+263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790303244320274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our free blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkWJ91AQEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S3rKqc80MfE/s1600-h/1st+bunch+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkWJ91AQEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/S3rKqc80MfE/s320/1st+bunch+281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790797049610306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what keeps us sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkWXU_0k9I/AAAAAAAAADY/1DfFJMEfq6o/s1600-h/1st+bunch+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkWXU_0k9I/AAAAAAAAADY/1DfFJMEfq6o/s320/1st+bunch+288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298791026607297490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've enjoyed a short visual tour of our second home.  Rachel and I are also projecting that we may have many homes in our lifetime, so we're taking a picture in front of each one.  One day we'll create a collage of all the wonderful "front step" pictures of us unconventional homes.  There's no telling where we'll be next.  Perhaps here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.floatinghomes.de/image/seite_12_hintergrund_c_type.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.floatinghomes.de/image/seite_12_hintergrund_c_type.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-2039764144386426932?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/2039764144386426932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-first-or-second-house.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/2039764144386426932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/2039764144386426932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-first-or-second-house.html' title='our first - or second - house'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SYkh86tHdDI/AAAAAAAAADg/uCXheItXdew/s72-c/DSCF3435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-6426982802149168823</id><published>2009-02-02T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:23:23.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Marie</title><content type='html'>I would like to take this moment to brag on my wife.  If I had pictures it would make this post more entertaining, but my words will have to do for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beautiful month of late-January a cold wind begins to blow through the halls of Liberty University and it enlivens the hearts of hundreds of would-be Resident Assistant applicants.  Some envision fame and glory, other ministry and enhanced responsibility.  The genuine ones are refreshing and those that are faking it soon crumble in the daunting task of staying alert through little rest and intense sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the core of the RA selection process are the beautiful people that faithfully serve as Resident Directors.  The RDs are full-time paid staff that have the job of... whatever their boss deems important that week on top of the responsibilities already listed in their job description which may or may not consist of anything except the phrase, "Whatever needs to be done to keep the Pax Liberti." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe her job a little better, last week Rachel dealt with mice on a couple of her halls.  Mice, simple creatures, hard problem.  It's cold and their house (an old basketball court) was recently destroyed.  They found refuge in the adjacent dorm and have since been creeping around at night through the ceilings of the building.  Who gets involved in a mice problem?  Dads that care about their little girls.  Moms that are grossed out by the thought of it.  Housing that is in charge of the safety of the building.  Pet Control with their little devious poison boxes.  Resident Assistants that must hear the screaming at night.  Office of Student Leadership that has to administrate taking care of the issue.  Female students that want to bait the mice by using peanut butter on a spoon because they haven't seen them in a couple of days.  And, my lovely wife keeping the orchestra all singing in perfect harmony as the mice go marching on oblivious to their obvious annoyance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RA selection has been on hold in this story while dealing with the mice, but in Rachel's life they were simultaneous instances.  Mice be gone.  Rats have come (Resident Assistants in Training was the older, less politically correct name of RA Applicants). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every applicant has multiple RDs that see them for a brief time and evaluate their performance.  Rachel is a "home" RD to the girls on her halls, a "retreat" RD to the girls she had this weekend, and a "host" RD to the girls she'll have this week.  All decisions are made mid-February after this confusion is complete and all applicants have successfully fallen behind on all classwork and social gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel was required to work 27+ hours from Friday morning to Saturday night this past weekend.  After a Sunday filled with a friend's birthday party, Super Bowl party, and typing up all comments made during those 27 hours, Rachel is back at it again today in RD meeting.  I came home from lunch today to see her pouring over her notes typing frantically as if she writing The Shack 2.  She's incredible making this all work, but this was only what was required of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I really get to brag.  Not only is my wife gladly doing all the above mentioned work, lovingly serving me as an insecure husband, serving with CampusSERVE, and every thing else involved, but she has also tried to go above and beyond that.  She e-mailed every girl in her "retreat" and "host" week groups to see if they would sit down one-on-one with her for a cup of joe and a get to know.  Above and beyond.  She's gotten to see their individual personalities upfront and person without having to only see it in the scheduled times of the crucible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a small token of genuine love for people is not a small task.  Balancing her schedule would take a tandem of administrative assistants, but she does it all herself.  She recently turned down the chance of hiring a personal assistant against my support.  We've been toying around with getting her an intern or at least a stress ball!  My wife deserves an award.  I'm not sure which one, probably all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the end of the story.  The last two years I've received calls from Rachel after the war room.  Neither of them have been positive.  The war room - my term - is like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg84YepCIOY"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(I'm struggling to come up with a good metaphor).  People with diverse opinions and obvious agendas deciding who will and who will not receive thousands of dollars in scholarship and priceless responsibility.  When these women get together and decide, it's a fight for what each person believes.  Rachel is a lover... not a fighter.  She has for two years been stepped on, disregarded, and insulted in the process of the war room.  She's had some victories too and really made a good push for what she believes.  Her response this year?  Meeting with more applicants, taking more of her precious time, ignoring the mice for these precious r.a.t.s.  She's absolutely amazing.  Her comment to me went something like this, "I'm not even sure if my opinion will count, but I just wanted to get to know these girls outside of that structured time."  Instead of being embittered, she has taken even more steps to set herself apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my wife is Jesus sometimes, but then she puts her cold hands on my bare skin and she makes me want to curse.  Jesus wouldn't do that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-6426982802149168823?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/6426982802149168823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/rachel-marie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/6426982802149168823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/6426982802149168823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/02/rachel-marie.html' title='Rachel Marie'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-294112677036303249</id><published>2009-01-29T14:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:11:00.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>I think Everyone needs to try and figure this question out at some point, or multiple points, in their life.  Well, today I was given the task to write an online profile for myself explaining who I am.  The following is who I think I am today (and however long the web profile stays unaltered):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin P. Mahan&lt;br /&gt;Internship Coordinator,&lt;br /&gt;Employer Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the internship coordinator in the LU Career Center I have the privilege of interacting with over a thousand students every year interested in adding experience to their education.  Walk-ins, talkers, dreamers, pessimists, procrastinators, and world-changers are all welcome in visit my office.  Each person has a valuable role to play and my role is to help students get experience in their future careers before they become regretful and lost graduates in a quick and disappointing career change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife, Rachel, and I are newlyweds for life looking forward to changes and surprises as God blesses us with them.  We believe that our current vocation will always remain the same, but our locations may change.  Our vocation is being a consistent part of the local and global Kingdom of God.  We love to support the global mission and participate in the local mission by leading CampusSERVE through LU in various parts of Lynchburg.  We've never had a dull day of marriage, but we invite the common days as a calm blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned a B.S. in Speech and an M.A. in Religious Rhetoric from Liberty University in 2006 &amp;amp; 2008, respectively.  Rachel completed her B.S. in Graphic Design in 2005 and her M.A. in Student Ministries in 2008.  We love this university and are falling in love with this dynamic city because of our love for its people.  We officially call ourselves Lynchburgians and gladly pay 11.5% food tax to live in this city, although we do miss our hometowns in Gingellville, Michigan and Statesville, North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fun I strategize intramural basketball and soccer in my mind as I fall asleep after an evening of Tecmo Super Bowl, Dostoevsky, and half-caf coffee.  My wife is an avid drinker of all things coffee/espresso and uses her incredible wit to wax candidly on our new blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-294112677036303249?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/294112677036303249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-are-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/294112677036303249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/294112677036303249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-2012824682566781438</id><published>2009-01-23T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:45:17.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CampusSERVE</title><content type='html'>We wear a lot of hats.  Rachel is a graphic designing, professional painting, property managing, Resident Directing, CampusSERVER.  I am a formerly professing, internship guiding, property managing, CampusSERVER.  Of the many things we are proud of doing, most are volunteer.  We've seen the beautiful things that can happen through our lives as we volunteer beyond our expected abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has us in a peculiar place right now.  We love what we get paid to do, but cherish the moments when we are able to serve people.  I'm the director of CampusSERVE at Liberty and Rachel is the Assistant to the Director of CampusSERVE at Liberty.  We're an organization supported by Thomas Road Baptist Church and the Office of Spiritual Programs at Liberty.  Rachel and I do administrative duties.  That means tonight we are going to Wal-mart and buying cookies for 200, cups, chalk, sports equipment, first aids, etc. for this upcoming semester.  It also means that we train and lead 23 amazing college students to lead other college students to do more than the 25 of us could do.  We've had on average 210 student last semester.  We've watched our students grow beyond their expected abilities, and we've seen ourselves become warn out every Saturday afternoon.  Worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an article in the &lt;a href="http://www.liberty.edu/libertyjournal/index.cfm?PID=15758&amp;amp;section=3&amp;amp;artid=624&amp;amp;CFID=34120962&amp;amp;CFTOKEN=44613524"&gt;Liberty Journal&lt;/a&gt; [a big deal outside LU, but not as important at LU] that we had posted recently.  You'll notice the name Candace Davey.  The ironic thing is that she's the little sister of Ben Davey who was my oft roommate and co-coach at On Goal the first summer I worked with Tom &amp;amp; Rog.  Small world.  Big God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-2012824682566781438?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/2012824682566781438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/campusserve.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/2012824682566781438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/2012824682566781438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/campusserve.html' title='CampusSERVE'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-4003148491660178792</id><published>2009-01-11T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:33:41.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can a girl just be sick for a day?</title><content type='html'>I was talking to one of my friends who is also young and married with no kids yesterday and I realized that people lack sympathy for 'us' (young married women) who come down with an 'unknown' sickness.  Here's an example on a conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious Conversationalist:  Hey, I heard you wer sick yesterday.  Are you feeling better?&lt;br /&gt;Young Married Woman:  Yeah, much better today thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Curious Conversationalist:  What was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Young Married Woman:  I'm not sure, I was just puking a lot...maybe a slight fever.  It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Curious Conversationalist:  Hmmmm (and they smile, wink, or just nod as if they're happy they you couldn't eat anything for a day for fear of seeing it twice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I end up having the Bubonic Plague or something?  If your curiousity is sparked when you hear of or are in conversation with a nice young married woman near you, please be courteous and have a little sympathy!  She's probably not having symptoms of pregnancy 99% of the time.  That's all.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-4003148491660178792?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/4003148491660178792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-girl-just-be-sick-for-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/4003148491660178792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/4003148491660178792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-girl-just-be-sick-for-day.html' title='Can a girl just be sick for a day?'/><author><name>Ravin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10437138730875069387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SVVo4XUWoLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6A8xAGJSCr0/S220/510fishfacebw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-265601208054359450</id><published>2009-01-10T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:24:14.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career Center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweater'/><title type='text'>Kev's Work Posse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SWgRNZwXiYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7CFn2LHoqvE/s1600-h/12-22+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SWgRNZwXiYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7CFn2LHoqvE/s320/12-22+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289496684296374658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my new work peoples.  This is our Tacky Christmas Sweater day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From L to R: Kevin (Internship Coordinator), Melinda (Career Counselor), Carrie (Director &amp;amp; boss), Melanie (Project Assistant), Tracey (Office Manager), Nicole (Career Services Coordinator), Tara (Management), Bryan (Washington Fellowship Recruiter - he's actually a lot happier in person), Brittney (Washington Fellowship Placement Coordinator).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our titles are a mouthful, but they are certainly a fun bunch to work with at LU.  Every day I get up and walk to work I'm (1) thankful for a job right now and (2) incredibly thankful for such a brilliant cast of characters to work along side.  It's like everyday is a concoction of creative service tailor made to produce humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-265601208054359450?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/265601208054359450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-is-my-new-work-peoples.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/265601208054359450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/265601208054359450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-is-my-new-work-peoples.html' title='Kev&apos;s Work Posse'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SWgRNZwXiYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7CFn2LHoqvE/s72-c/12-22+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-3964792302614087111</id><published>2009-01-10T16:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:43:44.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>We went to Maine for our Honeymoon. It was even better than expected! Located on an island and in Acadia National Park, Bar Harbor had a small town feel with quaint restaurants and shops. We took advantage of the great hiking trails the park had to offer and took a 4-hour kayaking adventure...the best! We opted to stay and B&amp;amp;Bs and we would highly recommend them, when possible over hotels. How can you beat a breakfast like this included with your stay? This one was called Nonesuch Farms B&amp;amp;B in Bangor, ME...about an hour from Bar Harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkShY7ZsQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GZCrTCuwt4k/s1600-h/DSCF3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289779602159939842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkShY7ZsQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GZCrTCuwt4k/s320/DSCF3150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangor had a saltwater marshwalk nearby that was peaceful and cool to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkSg1yknYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Gk9xIJ_upzc/s1600-h/DSCF3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289779592727666050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkSg1yknYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Gk9xIJ_upzc/s320/DSCF3172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are by the Penobscot River after eating at Salty Dogs. The restaurant had a fun feel to it, but they served Kevin a salad with about 3 pieces of lettuce, 2 olives, a couple slabs of cheese, and a drizzle of dressing. The waitress should have looked at him and said, "what you are about to order probably won't be sufficient for your dinner," but she was oblivious to anything besides getting our order and handing us the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkSgty6D7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YSU0YtPGmRE/s1600-h/DSCF3196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289779590581587890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkSgty6D7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YSU0YtPGmRE/s320/DSCF3196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the front of Nonesuch Farm B&amp;amp;B. Great place AND wonderful hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkSgQcCxoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/voM6wlzbSso/s1600-h/DSCF3215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289779582701061762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkSgQcCxoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/voM6wlzbSso/s320/DSCF3215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, a big black poodle. We asked this lady if we could get a picture with her dog and she was honored. We told her that black poodles were, oddly enough, somewhat significant to our engagement story. I will NEVER live it down so I must embrace it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkSfurcbkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KhqgVvF7G2s/s1600-h/DSCF3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289779573638852162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkSfurcbkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KhqgVvF7G2s/s320/DSCF3246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we have the ever so unique Bass Cottage Inn. Very historic. Lovely afternoon/hostess hostess who was French Canadian who became her best friend...although she probably has thousands across the globe. Breakfast (pause) like we have never seen or tasted before.&lt;br /&gt;(the breakfast dining room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkQeLT-GFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_cnbkyteLgM/s1600-h/DSCF3266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289777347942029394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkQeLT-GFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/_cnbkyteLgM/s320/DSCF3266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our breafast. First course (a breakfast has courses?!), homemade muffins and fruit kabobs (seriously! kabobs for breakfast?!) placed on plates drizzled with yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkQd6CUtyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/c5WOL5tRuD4/s1600-h/DSCF3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289777343304611618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkQd6CUtyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/c5WOL5tRuD4/s320/DSCF3267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 hours he was a pro. Look at those guns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkQdW6kFDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0MrL7Oc1LlI/s1600-h/DSCF3283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289777333876823090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkQdW6kFDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0MrL7Oc1LlI/s320/DSCF3283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me waiting while our guide helped the family with 10-year-old Ry-Ry back into their kayaks for the 2 hour trip back to the harbor. Oh Ry-Ry (short for Ryan), fond memories...probably never did something as active as kayaking in his entire 10-years. I think his mom, who was in the tandem kayak with him, probably had jelly arms for days following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkQciEMjXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SX8SmRibm6Y/s1600-h/DSCF3298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289777319690145138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkQciEMjXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SX8SmRibm6Y/s320/DSCF3298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the start of the Beeshive trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkQcOFz8NI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lJo3Bu49s10/s1600-h/DSCF3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289777314328211666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkQcOFz8NI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lJo3Bu49s10/s320/DSCF3316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed a couple on the way up who were on their way back down telling us that it was too windy. The "hiking trail"/wall had places where you had to climb rocks and area where it was so steep that they bolted ladders and handles into the rock hang onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkO2R61IOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wd2FN4b3U8I/s1600-h/DSCF3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289775563009237218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkO2R61IOI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wd2FN4b3U8I/s320/DSCF3330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after our fancy dinner night. We went to Cabana...gourmet. The only "chain" establishment we saw on the whole island was out the picture window across from Cabana, it was an Exxon station. Our wonderful best friend back at the B&amp;amp;B wanted to take our picture. She always asked about our day and we'd tell her about our adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkO2LQ1dMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1REbnOh5pnU/s1600-h/DSCF3338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289775561222485186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkO2LQ1dMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1REbnOh5pnU/s320/DSCF3338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the name of this trail, but it was a great hike parlty directing us along/through a creek bed. It end at a cave where, on the other side, we put our hammock over the creek. Picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkO1tKg-MI/AAAAAAAAAII/uzgocdGAlQc/s1600-h/DSCF3382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289775553142913218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkO1tKg-MI/AAAAAAAAAII/uzgocdGAlQc/s320/DSCF3382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lobster meal! It was on a pier, steamer at the front door for the lobster - nice greeting, had a utility sink to wash the green insides off after breaking the tail off before embarking on the eating part. By the way, fried clams (maybe they were steamed) do not look like the curly fry looking ones that you may be accustomed to eating at Red Lobster. We had to call our waitress back to the table for a demo on how to tackle eating them. We also asked the people a couple tables over what to do when it came to eating the lobster too. They were kind enough to take our picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkO1YeRcbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RN8bfJa0Srg/s1600-h/DSCF3407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289775547588637106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkO1YeRcbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RN8bfJa0Srg/s320/DSCF3407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day. You kinda hate to say goodbye to such a beautiful place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkO00uO20I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jx5do3HJSf8/s1600-h/DSCF3425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289775537991899970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkO00uO20I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jx5do3HJSf8/s320/DSCF3425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-3964792302614087111?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/3964792302614087111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/3964792302614087111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/3964792302614087111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/honeymoon.html' title='Honeymoon'/><author><name>Ravin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10437138730875069387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SVVo4XUWoLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6A8xAGJSCr0/S220/510fishfacebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkShY7ZsQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GZCrTCuwt4k/s72-c/DSCF3150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-5339549590289336540</id><published>2009-01-10T14:29:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:45:04.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding &amp; Reception</title><content type='html'>We were married at our church in Lynchburg on July 5! It was great to have friends and family together to celebrate and get to see the place where we met! Thank again to all of our family and friends who could make it into town! The reception followed in historic downtown Lynchburg. Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj5Eh9qQqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/05AG6-ZoIuw/s1600-h/_MG_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289751618578432674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj5Eh9qQqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/05AG6-ZoIuw/s320/_MG_1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Sha1AooSnVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_cIBsogR9Rw/s1600-h/_MG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653430805339474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Sha1AooSnVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_cIBsogR9Rw/s320/_MG_0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj5DLsV5PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sAmyrPonPLc/s1600-h/_MG_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289751595420345586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj5DLsV5PI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sAmyrPonPLc/s320/_MG_0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj5D5pDEbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fkap-IoEm8k/s1600-h/_MG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289751607754559922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj5D5pDEbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fkap-IoEm8k/s320/_MG_0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj5C37RbZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/bBExvn6IWK8/s1600-h/_MG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Shay2I3N-rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gd7coX8YXOQ/s1600-h/_MG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338651051456068274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Shay2I3N-rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gd7coX8YXOQ/s320/_MG_0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkA12F0lHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zNhBlPuQvuk/s1600-h/IMG_5326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289760162376356978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkA12F0lHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zNhBlPuQvuk/s320/IMG_5326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Sha128teJzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7fe6AK-n4DA/s1600-h/IMG_5720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338654363908712242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Sha128teJzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7fe6AK-n4DA/s320/IMG_5720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkA1ZppCSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BVHdVbiuQ-o/s1600-h/IMG_5731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289760154741967138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkA1ZppCSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BVHdVbiuQ-o/s320/IMG_5731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkA0wV8F5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/A27C0-ZWvhI/s1600-h/IMG_5880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289760143653476242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkA0wV8F5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/A27C0-ZWvhI/s320/IMG_5880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkA0V3ui_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/OrjU7tb3Tqw/s1600-h/IMG_5902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289760136547437554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkA0V3ui_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/OrjU7tb3Tqw/s320/IMG_5902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj5FKkyxlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8mumnNYKRHs/s1600-h/_MG_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289751629479986770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj5FKkyxlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8mumnNYKRHs/s320/_MG_1096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8wPqFwoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FuOzMgOHLwA/s1600-h/IMG_5972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289755668113638018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8wPqFwoI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FuOzMgOHLwA/s320/IMG_5972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8vmPbcJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/J7yZjG--ApE/s1600-h/IMG_6095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289755656995958930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8vmPbcJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/J7yZjG--ApE/s320/IMG_6095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8vMmVdyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e7wW_MYmCek/s1600-h/IMG_6108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289755650112714530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8vMmVdyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e7wW_MYmCek/s320/IMG_6108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Sha1BIClNSI/AAAAAAAAALI/HteTNfSIwRw/s1600-h/IMG_5308.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8u_74OKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AQV4nR0zRVk/s1600-h/IMG_6128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289755646713411746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8u_74OKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AQV4nR0zRVk/s320/IMG_6128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Sha1A0ncLmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wwUb6nn1p0Y/s1600-h/_MG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653434022997602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Sha1A0ncLmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wwUb6nn1p0Y/s320/_MG_1162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Sha1BJe8YXI/AAAAAAAAALA/cy9OxDSpjKk/s1600-h/_MG_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653439624503666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/Sha1BJe8YXI/AAAAAAAAALA/cy9OxDSpjKk/s320/_MG_1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8uToiKEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y0nfqtdL0-0/s1600-h/IMG_6169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289755634821113922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8uToiKEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y0nfqtdL0-0/s320/IMG_6169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 126:3 was a theme throughout our planning and on the actual day of the wedding. We could not be more overjoyed with all that God has done for us! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-5339549590289336540?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/5339549590289336540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-reception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/5339549590289336540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/5339549590289336540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-reception.html' title='Wedding &amp; Reception'/><author><name>Ravin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10437138730875069387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SVVo4XUWoLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6A8xAGJSCr0/S220/510fishfacebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj5Eh9qQqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/05AG6-ZoIuw/s72-c/_MG_1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-6604488770484825903</id><published>2009-01-09T20:18:00.108-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:45:48.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review (Jan-July)</title><content type='html'>Usually you see year in reviews on December 31 or January 1, but we wanted to be different...or maybe we had friends in town, started work, and got sick. Either way, here is my attempt to review our quite wonderful year! This may take awhile and, as a new blogger, I'm not sure what's kosher for the amount of pictures in one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things off we celebrated with our friends Dom and Bekah as they got married in Lynchburg, VA on &lt;strong&gt;January&lt;/strong&gt; 5, 2008.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgDlXgJlfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/f4GFVrJnnPE/s1600-h/n55700405_33859491_6736.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgDlXgJlfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/f4GFVrJnnPE/s1600-h/n55700405_33859491_6736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289481702845552114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgDlXgJlfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/f4GFVrJnnPE/s200/n55700405_33859491_6736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who knew that one day later on our day trip to Washington, DC that we would get engaged? Kevin's plan was to go to Georgetown, VA (near DC), walk around town, grab lunch at Ima Vegetarian Cafe (Indian Cuisine), &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjqrPy9aCI/AAAAAAAAADw/DL-5wGAYTgk/s1600-h/Georgetown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289735791042193442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjqrPy9aCI/AAAAAAAAADw/DL-5wGAYTgk/s320/Georgetown1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; walk along the river, go to Grace Church for their 6pm service, and propose. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjqq9MDVlI/AAAAAAAAADo/pYWPPDenPLk/s1600-h/DSCF2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289735786047166034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjqq9MDVlI/AAAAAAAAADo/pYWPPDenPLk/s320/DSCF2498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He assumed I'd say yes...and I did! I had no idea that he had such a huge day planned. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjqrqNDurI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CSje5g7XkbE/s1600-h/DSCF2504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289735798130981554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjqrqNDurI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CSje5g7XkbE/s320/DSCF2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin started his last semester of grad school a week later which consisted of a ton more writing. He's one of the most diligent students I know! I started the fun (only to be had once in a lifetime) task of wedding planning. I think I ordered my wedding dress on January 12 since I knew February is usually a busy month for work with no weekends to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Febuary&lt;/strong&gt; 4 I got a phone call from my dad saying that my grandma had passed away unexpectedly. She never got to hear the full, details loaded version of our engagement story. My grandpa was a rock and said the whole day, "this is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it." What a lesson, being glad on the bad days too. Wow.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjqsLjX3eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_sxIvLXtulc/s1600-h/DSCF2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289735807082946018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjqsLjX3eI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_sxIvLXtulc/s320/DSCF2561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Ann Wharton Lecture Series on Valentine's Day where Em Griffin (author of COMS textbooks) was the keynote speaker. You can see below that Kevin was filled with glee by the dinner, the speaker, and my accompanying him. :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgNG7JKa2I/AAAAAAAAABY/unQLxKoyJ04/s1600-h/DSCF2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289492174953147234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgNG7JKa2I/AAAAAAAAABY/unQLxKoyJ04/s320/DSCF2614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt; we went to NY and Michigan over Spring Break. In Jamestown, NY Kevin was in our friends' Justin and Tiffany's wedding on the 15th.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgPVG6YqjI/AAAAAAAAABg/nCo7Z9LuRrk/s1600-h/001_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289494617653815858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgPVG6YqjI/AAAAAAAAABg/nCo7Z9LuRrk/s320/001_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From there we traveled to Kevin's hometown for a wedding shower put on by his family where I met his family, friends, gradeschool teachers, sunday school teachers, etc. It was so much fun to see the people that have been a part of his life for so long. We stopped several times and thought, "we are so blessed." Thanks to all who made it such a fun weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgPVVcgV9I/AAAAAAAAABo/jrVKL8gUsDA/s1600-h/n835033248_367693_4967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289494621555021778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgPVVcgV9I/AAAAAAAAABo/jrVKL8gUsDA/s320/n835033248_367693_4967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of March my friends Liz and Jen threw me a bridal shower. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjqsQ_OMxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0KM33i_0T9g/s1600-h/DSCF2714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289735808541930258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjqsQ_OMxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0KM33i_0T9g/s320/DSCF2714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj320005FI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Cb22YKAHFt0/s1600-h/DSCF2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289750283611858002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj320005FI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Cb22YKAHFt0/s320/DSCF2726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to have most of my friends in one place for a fun occasion. My friends are incredible! Too bad I don't have a picture of everyone who was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt; proved to be another busy month. I threw a baby shower for my sister Shara one weekend...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgYjZaXgJI/AAAAAAAAACI/REfxA6PDwXs/s1600-h/DSCF2833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289504758742614162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgYjZaXgJI/AAAAAAAAACI/REfxA6PDwXs/s200/DSCF2833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of all the girls including Tilly (Jen's dog who was wearing a dress for the occasion).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgY-cScmcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GshDHpSnqpQ/s1600-h/DSCF2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289505223371168194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgY-cScmcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GshDHpSnqpQ/s320/DSCF2836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that weekend I met my Grandpa Pick in DC to visit my brother, Nate. We had the best time as Nate showed us around town and hosted us at his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgmCbNb__I/AAAAAAAAACY/n8XCBzdCIB0/s1600-h/DSCF2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289519585452359666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgmCbNb__I/AAAAAAAAACY/n8XCBzdCIB0/s320/DSCF2846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a wedding shower hosted by my parents and church family in my home town the following weekend. Once again we were amazed at the generousity and the support of our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgo0HaedgI/AAAAAAAAACg/7_Tbpwl013M/s1600-h/DSCF2882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289522638155052546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgo0HaedgI/AAAAAAAAACg/7_Tbpwl013M/s320/DSCF2882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin finished grad school in &lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt;! We were so proud of him! His bound thesis was a coffee table book for awhile. What an accomplishment! YOu should have seen the dedication in person.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgtgDGAcII/AAAAAAAAACo/5F0hyMCyg-Y/s1600-h/047_47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289527790956212354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgtgDGAcII/AAAAAAAAACo/5F0hyMCyg-Y/s320/047_47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgtgC1vVfI/AAAAAAAAACw/GIoDB7nzAxo/s1600-h/051_51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289527790887982578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgtgC1vVfI/AAAAAAAAACw/GIoDB7nzAxo/s320/051_51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev started working at JMJ Landscaping Supply soon after graduation which proved to be a relief from such an academic way of thinking for a while. I have no pictures of Kev playing in huge dirt and mulch piles with real Tonka trucks. I think he secretly dreamed his whole life that he would play in the dirt as soon as he finished grad school. Every boy should one day fulfill his dreams and Kevin did! Too bad I don't have any pictures. Flash forward a couple months and a bee stings Kevin in the lip during the week before our wedding. The funny part of the story, being the caring fiance that I was, took him Benedryl at work. On the back of the box it reads, "when using this product, be careful if operating heavy machinery." Oh well, the guy needed some medicine to take the swelling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew (now our 2nd nephew), Kaleb was born on May 21. He weighed in at 11 lbs 4.5oz. My sister was the talk of the hospital...what a trooper! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjzI0bSOrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/H4_PHpvfaQg/s1600-h/DSCF3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289745095184235186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjzI0bSOrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/H4_PHpvfaQg/s320/DSCF3015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjzIayK0II/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PRE_a8wWUkU/s1600-h/DSCF3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289745088300896386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjzIayK0II/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PRE_a8wWUkU/s320/DSCF3011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of May I was moved by work to a temporary apartment for the summer since the one Kevin and I would move into after our wedding wasn't finished. My apartment for the summer was nice, but it was quite the task to keep my stuff (boxes labeled summer or fall) and wedding stuff organized and easy to get to once I moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt;...finished with the first move. Time for the last month of wedding planning and two wedding to go to in the Burg. I remember when I first looked at our schedule for June...how? when? wedding? marriage? :) As we said throughout our wedding planning, our goal was to honor God and to get married on July 5 even if ever detail wasn't finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend/co-worker Meg got married on June 7...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWg40oXiY0I/AAAAAAAAADY/Mxko4uN-5rI/s1600-h/n55706171_34593281_934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289540239187141442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWg40oXiY0I/AAAAAAAAADY/Mxko4uN-5rI/s320/n55706171_34593281_934.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...and our friends Daniel and Brooke got married on June 14. Oh the numorous, glorious weddings!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWg5ZxQtbQI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ob8UmewdJ9Y/s1600-h/DSCF3085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289540877229583618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWg5ZxQtbQI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ob8UmewdJ9Y/s320/DSCF3085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding was only 2 weeks away! Here are some pictures from what we lovingly called my apartment during the half-packed, half-moved, wedding planning galore days -- wedding central. And on into the 1st of &lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt; and the final week of wedding planning. Hooray! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjzJZ4YrdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rjpbe6ZMj3s/s1600-h/DSCF3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289745105238404562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjzJZ4YrdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rjpbe6ZMj3s/s320/DSCF3055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Nate &amp;amp; Kev's idea to throw leaves in the air while woalking down the aisle...we all almost fell over laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjzJ5qeyqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DTD8iiumh6M/s1600-h/DSCF3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289745113770019490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjzJ5qeyqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DTD8iiumh6M/s320/DSCF3120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(our attempt to find the LU Monogram and take a break from wedding planning before the final week started)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj33OnN3FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bCrhdVniOis/s1600-h/DSCF3123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289750290534095954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj33OnN3FI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bCrhdVniOis/s320/DSCF3123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8HMY8UxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aOdjRgaZZcM/s1600-h/DSCF3143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289754962861773586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj8HMY8UxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aOdjRgaZZcM/s320/DSCF3143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Kaleb &amp;amp; Daddy helping--really, my dad wrapped all of my bridesmaids gift and giftcard box with precision. who knew?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjzKgdnfCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k__xEfsnZIc/s1600-h/DSCF3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289745124185046050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWjzKgdnfCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k__xEfsnZIc/s320/DSCF3122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj34_laLyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y1aHFRWMKZc/s1600-h/DSCF3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289750320859721506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj34_laLyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y1aHFRWMKZc/s320/DSCF3138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj3393VNZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WQwJ2CJXcsc/s1600-h/DSCF3132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289750303218152850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj3393VNZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WQwJ2CJXcsc/s320/DSCF3132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj33VT4sjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LUNu4T-Jw4Q/s1600-h/DSCF3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289750292332065330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWj33VT4sjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LUNu4T-Jw4Q/s320/DSCF3130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for all the help guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see &lt;a href="http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-reception.html"&gt;wedding&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/honeymoon.html"&gt;honeymoon&lt;/a&gt; pictures from July in our other posts. Here we are arriving back at our first apartment (for 2 weeks). Also below, a picture of our first meal at our house...thank you for wedding leftovers! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkBgNMekfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CQ093v-vUI0/s1600-h/DSCF3435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289760890132795890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkBgNMekfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CQ093v-vUI0/s320/DSCF3435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkBgeaqluI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2nRPeSF6T_k/s1600-h/DSCF3454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289760894755706594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkBgeaqluI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2nRPeSF6T_k/s320/DSCF3454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to my friend/co-worker's, Elisha's, wedding on July 12 as Mr. and Mrs. Mahan. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkLy2FHw2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/D45q4E2-pDk/s1600-h/n55700736_35177383_8097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289772205461717858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkLy2FHw2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/D45q4E2-pDk/s320/n55700736_35177383_8097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Shara, Kaleb, and Jon off as they were leaving for Galveston. It was Kev's idea that Kaleb's 1st Cup o' Joe come from his Aunt Rachel. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkBi0G8veI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XAIzhmrE-CA/s1600-h/DSCF3452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289760934938328546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWkBi0G8veI/AAAAAAAAAHo/XAIzhmrE-CA/s320/DSCF3452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to top off July, we moved again into our apartment for the school year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-6604488770484825903?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/6604488770484825903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-in-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/6604488770484825903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/6604488770484825903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-in-review.html' title='Year in Review (Jan-July)'/><author><name>Ravin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10437138730875069387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SVVo4XUWoLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6A8xAGJSCr0/S220/510fishfacebw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__4yh9M2jDg0/SWgDlXgJlfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/f4GFVrJnnPE/s72-c/n55700405_33859491_6736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-4653376078554242406</id><published>2009-01-03T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:12:41.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 3. 2009</title><content type='html'>"...My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."  2 Cor 12.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is a need for me to elaborate on the context of this verse from Paul, although a reading from the beginning of the chapter to the following verse (10) will prove to be encouraging for strugglers like myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my verse of mediation this weekend.  While needing patience this weekend I wandered to this phrase like all great scholars by looking up verses in the back of my Bible that had keywords like "strength" in them.  I've tried to hold fast to at least a cursory understanding of this oft quoted phrase, but today I went a bit deeper and found out that Paul was uttered these words from Jesus while at a very desperate and insufficient part in his life.  Infirmities were hassling his view of himself.  Today, my hassel has been detachment and insignificance.  My couch is broken in and my feet are itching for something to do, but the real issue is detachment from people in the midst of friends being present.  How is that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My match is my mind and I'm wrestling it constantly to know that Paul in his insufficience was instructed that his sufficiency (this word also means "to be possessed of unfailing strength") was not of his concern.  Neither is mine.  The truth still remains that unfathomable and deliberate grace continues to prove through generations of doubters and strugglers that weakness is necessary.  Weakness - not a popular maxim in our world.  Weakness - a prerequesite to Kingdom living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insufficence is actually a strength.  Hmm... go figure.  Jesus better come through on this one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-4653376078554242406?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/4653376078554242406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/jan-3-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/4653376078554242406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/4653376078554242406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/jan-3-2009.html' title='Jan 3. 2009'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-1256710742230590736</id><published>2009-01-02T09:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:45:13.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>This week at the Ravin household was a sudden surprise.  Three of our wonderful friends came into town and stayed with us.  Stacey hitched a ride with the Middle-schoolers from North Carolina, Lucas flew in from Dayton, and Jason drove over form the Beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/photo.php?pid=35903122&amp;amp;id=55711339"&gt;decorated &lt;/a&gt;Luke &amp;amp; Laura's house, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/photo.php?pid=35903134&amp;amp;id=55711339"&gt;celebrated &lt;/a&gt;the New Year, talked a lot about grad school, painted various pictures, watched football, read books, talked, watched Rob &amp;amp; Big, ate Rachel's delicious dinners, and slept some.  It's like meeting old friends again.  We also met a new friend named Alberto and got him in trouble with his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been significant progress made for our "Year in Review" post, but more time is needed.  2008 was a great year for Ravin and there is a lot to share.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-1256710742230590736?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/1256710742230590736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/amigos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/1256710742230590736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/1256710742230590736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2009/01/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7339155392678341819.post-8171541827302185966</id><published>2008-12-29T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:17:40.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Greeting</title><content type='html'>Looking at our new interactive life online today has been a bit depressing.  We've had a blank page.  Instead, Rachel and I (Kevin) want to send a warm greeting to anyone who has wandered for intentionally found their way to our life porthole.  Through this medium, we hope to share some updates and common moments in our lives with our family and friends.  Please feel free to pass our web address like a virus to people you know who know us but don't know about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our greeting sending our love through online text to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon to come: our 2008 year-in-review.  Check back often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7339155392678341819-8171541827302185966?l=lifeofravin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/feeds/8171541827302185966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2008/12/greeting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/8171541827302185966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7339155392678341819/posts/default/8171541827302185966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofravin.blogspot.com/2008/12/greeting.html' title='A Greeting'/><author><name>Ravin2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11544570065426973514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ADfE-eZPE2w/SawOzQuBT-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/2oEI_lHT3Ls/S220/1st+bunch+392.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
