<?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-8263279152047991590</id><updated>2011-10-06T15:42:25.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than a Feeling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-3724777793686779697</id><published>2011-01-08T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:51:35.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving!</title><content type='html'>No... not to a new city. :) Just to a new blog site! My new address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://reneedurham.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://reneedurham.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what's new there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-3724777793686779697?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/3724777793686779697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3724777793686779697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3724777793686779697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m Moving!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-3885785442026699006</id><published>2010-10-20T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:14:48.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Thing I Don't Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Six months of no spending was an adventure, and I learned a lot about needs, wants, giving, the Lord and myself during that time. Recently, I realized there is something else I don't need. It's different than "No More Stuff" because it's intangible, but often leads to lots of "stuff" that is really great and fun, but totally unnecessary. It's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Here's the deal... I love birthday presents, I really do. But lately as Whitney and I have been talking about how we were going to celebrate on October 31 and what we want for our birthdays (yes... we are roomates AND we have the same birthday!) we also began to talk about how convicted we feel collecting THINGS when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ONE in EIGHT people in our global community don't have access to clean&lt;/span&gt; drinking water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So... we are giving up our birthday in hopes that together, with you, we can help provide clean drinking water to a village of people on the other side of the world that none of us will probably ever meet. What does "giving it up" mean? It means that we are asking anyone who had &lt;em&gt;planned&lt;/em&gt; on buying us a gift/card/dinner/coffee/whatever... to instead donate the amount of money they would have spent to help build a well, even if it's only a few dollars. All of the money we recieve will go to Charity:Water. And get this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$20 will provide one person with clean water for...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The purpose is NOT to make you feel obligated. We would never want to ask for gifts or ask anyone who wouldn't typcially do something for our birthdays to feel like they have to spend money. The purpose is to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;transfer something we don't need to something that others DO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My birthday: one more thing I don't need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For more info on Charity:Water, the organization donations will go to, click on the link below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charitywater.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.charitywater.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-3885785442026699006?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/3885785442026699006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-more-thing-i-dont-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3885785442026699006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3885785442026699006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-more-thing-i-dont-need.html' title='One More Thing I Don&apos;t Need'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-366710208464311399</id><published>2010-09-06T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:50:49.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Little World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately I've had a couple of things that have been dominating my heart, mind, and prayers. They're not bad things... not earth shattering or negative. But they are mostly about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then, last night I was driving home and I heard a song on the radio that kind of wrecked my current little world. It goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my own little world it hardly ever rains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've never gone hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and always felt safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got some money in my pocket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shoes on my feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my own little world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Population me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to stay awake through the Sunday morning church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I throw a twenty in the plate but&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;never give 'til it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I turn off the news when I don't like what I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's easy to do when it's population me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if there's a bigger picture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if I'm missing out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if there's a greater purpose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could be living right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;outside my own little world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stopped at the red light, looked out my window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outside the car, saw a sign, said "Help this homeless widow"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just above this sign was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;face of a human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought to myself, "God, what have I been doing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I rolled down my window and looked her in the eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how many times have I just passed her by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave her some money then I drove on through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my own little world there's population two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start breaking my heart for what breaks Yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me open hand and open doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put Your light in my eyes and let me see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That my own little world is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;not about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man, Matthew West just punched me in the gut! At this point I don't necessarily have any specific application, or what I'm doing differently or how it changed me. I just thought it was worth sharing. It's been in my head all day - not just the lyrics, but the reminder that it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-366710208464311399?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/366710208464311399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/09/lately-ive-had-couple-of-things-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/366710208464311399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/366710208464311399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/09/lately-ive-had-couple-of-things-that.html' title='My Own Little World'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-6350974052865522126</id><published>2010-08-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:08:55.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters &amp; Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love letters, in any form. There is just something exciting about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; something unexpected in the mail. Something that someone you love has written. Created. Touched. It's so different than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; an e-mail, text message or phone call. Letters are nostalgic, and they take much more thought and effort. From finding something to write on, deciding what to write in it, purchasing the stamp and walking it to the mail box,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; letters are a labor of love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They are special. And so, whether it is an old fashioned letter, a greeting card, postcard or something in between, I get a unique thrill every time something shows up in the black metal postal box outside my door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507965310260602530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/THA5RGlB5qI/AAAAAAAAAdk/LgsKW-Lm9Ho/s200/mail+box.jpg" /&gt;Recently, I got one of the most special and exciting letters I have ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;. This letter has changed my heart and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perspective&lt;/span&gt;. It has been displayed on my night stand since the day I opened it, right where I can see it every morning when I wake up, and every night before I go to bed. This letter made me smile, it made me laugh, and it made me cry. I've never met the person who wrote it, but he is slowly changing my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This letter is from Guillermo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is 8 years old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He lives in Nicaragua. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And each month,a few $$ are withdrawn from my bank account to help support his education and his health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sponsor Guillermo through an organization called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Compassion International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Last spring, at the Catalyst West conference in California, I had the opportunity to hear Dr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wess&lt;/span&gt; Stafford, president and CEO of Compassion, speak about his outlook on children &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the world, and how we are called to not only care for them, but involve them, teach them, and let them be a part of our world (he has an excellent book on this subject called &lt;em&gt;Too Small to Ignore)&lt;/em&gt;. After his speech, I lined up with many others to fill out the sponsorship paper work, and got to take a packet home that day with pictures and information about Guillermo, which sits on my desk at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Compassion is such a cool organization, and one that is reputable and responsible in how they manage funds. Founded in 1952, today Compassion serves more than 1 million children in 26 countries. The organization works to release these children from spiritual, economic, social and physical poverty. To learn more about Compassion, check out their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, back to the letter. Why was it such a big deal? Well, in the months since Catalyst West, I have done my best to think of Guillermo and to pray for him. I talk about him when people see his picture on my desk, I even sent him a letter and a birthday gift not long ago. But the problem was that he was just a name. A picture. A child far, far away that I sponsored. Then, in an instant, things changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The moment I spotted the envelope sitting in my mailbox, I knew exactly what it was. I squealed with delight, as my roommate wondered what in the world I had found. I raced inside, dropped everything at the door, and jumped onto our velvet green chair to rip open the envelope. And the moment I opened it, I saw this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507965306806592482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/THA5Q5th4-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/aMx6zTZvaIE/s200/Guillermo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He drew me a picture! My heart soared and tears filled my eyes as I realized that this child wasn't a picture, a face, or something I could check off on a list of "good deeds." He is &lt;em&gt;Guillermo&lt;/em&gt;. He &lt;em&gt;lives&lt;/em&gt;. He plays soccer, loves to eat rice and beans, has a dog, loves the color blue, and loves going to social studies class. He wants to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christian&lt;/span&gt; musician when he grows up. He has a sister and a mother and has brown hair and he likes to draw pictures. He drew &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; a picture. One of the most precious things about the picture is hard to see in the photo above. It's all of the erased pencil marks from several attempts, until he decided he'd gotten it just right and colored it in with his crayons. It was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guillermo's labor of love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;He is real. &lt;/em&gt;For the first time, I was holding a physical object that he had touched and created. And everything changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holding something in my hands that had once been in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt; just made it click for me. It filled my heart with love for this little boy I may never meet. It fueled my desire and discipline to pray for him, not as an afterthought, but as a member of my family. I think of him in an entirely new way. All because of one letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't the power of a letter marvelous?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-6350974052865522126?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/6350974052865522126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/08/letters-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/6350974052865522126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/6350974052865522126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/08/letters-love.html' title='Letters &amp; Love'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/THA5RGlB5qI/AAAAAAAAAdk/LgsKW-Lm9Ho/s72-c/mail+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-7339702957062626874</id><published>2010-06-03T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:04:09.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day's Wages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is a teacher paid in Burma?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$40.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; per &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; per &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; per &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$40 a YEAR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Catalyst West, I had the pleasure of hearing Eugene Cho, founder of One Day's Wages speak. He told a story of being in Burma and asking what the biggest obstacle to overcoming poverty there was. The answer he received? Education. They couldn't pay teachers' salaries. They lacked $40 a year to pay teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling this story, Eugene said, &lt;em&gt;"look: global poverty is HUGE. But it's not so big that we can't do something about it. You and I, we might not be able to change the entire world, but believe it - we can make a dramatic impact together in the fight against global poverty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then pointed out that &lt;strong&gt;we all have influence&lt;/strong&gt; - we each make the choice as to whether that influence will be &lt;strong&gt;good, bad, or passive&lt;/strong&gt;. Then he asked a question that made my head spin, and it hasn't stopped since:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really believe that your life is valuable? Do you really believe that God can use you to make a difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I sure hope so! Otherwise, what's the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eugene Cho knows the answer to this question, and he IS making a difference as the founder of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One Day's Wages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This organization, only 7 months old, encourages people to consider donating only &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one day's worth of their yearly wage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to help fight global poverty. What a cool concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;100% of your donation goes to helping fight poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You pick where your money is invested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In 7 months, ODW's has surpassed $300,000 in giving. &lt;strong&gt;The story of this organization and the family who founded it is incredible.&lt;/strong&gt; Head over to their website and check out the cool campaigns and parternships they have going, the album they have coming out, watch some cool videos, learn more about global poverty, and calculate what one day's wages is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the real deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onedayswages.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.onedayswages.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8263279152047991590-7339702957062626874?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/7339702957062626874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-days-wages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7339702957062626874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7339702957062626874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-days-wages.html' title='One Day&apos;s Wages'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-3004209540459032395</id><published>2010-05-17T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:47:24.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali, Cali, Cali!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_Hy__AhESI/AAAAAAAAAdM/gScdnku5Lwo/s1600/Retreat+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For so many reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - yeah... I'm a warm and sunny kind of girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The scenery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - beach, mountains, valleys, beautiful agriculture... all in one place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - between awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; and IN-N-OUT, what more do you need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472435232490427522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_H-2YjslII/AAAAAAAAAdU/5ZAolIdgj-E/s200/DSC05390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But the number one reason I love California?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;People that I love. A lot. People who don't share my blood, but are my family. People that I don't get to see often enough. And as usual, THAT is what made my latest trip to Cali back in April so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I started my trip in Fresno, for the California &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FFA&lt;/span&gt; State Leadership Conference. While I was there I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege of coaching two of the national FFA officers, Levy and Bethany, and even got to see Levy on his home turf. They both rocked and I was very proud of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I also got to spend quality time with some of my faves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472420821094769362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_Hxvh7OItI/AAAAAAAAAck/79lc0q7nFEA/s200/Retreat+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marcus just got his first "man job" working for California FFA. I'm proud of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472420832717918802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_HxwNOZUlI/AAAAAAAAAcs/HsDWobAyHKU/s200/Retreat+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nessie was a national officer last year. She's all grown up. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472421761563628786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_HymRceFPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/I-SuQfl46Dk/s200/Retreat+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marcus and Audrey after our "team" dinner. The best teammates anyone could ask for. :) We gad a great time re-living old memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After the conference was over I drove down to Oxnard to spend a night with my dear friend, &lt;a href="http://janddre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt;. Andrea and I were FFA state officers the same year (she is from Nevada) and we met in the summer of 2000 at a conference in Washington, D.C. We really became tight a couple of years later when we ran for national office together and took it upon ourselves to become roommates (she had an open bed in her room!) We saw each other several times in the years to follow, and we still talk on a regular basis, but it had been nearly five years since we'd spent any time together. But no longer! Andrea's husband is in the Navy and is currently deployed, so we had the house to ourselves for some quality girl time. :) (Although I wish I could have met Jeremy... I did get to talk to him on the phone!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472409890673392674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_HnzS7r_CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/4arhtAtXJJI/s200/DSC05428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day we went to Ventura and did some window shopping, went to the pier, and spent some time on the beach! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472412103874071650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_Hp0Hv2TGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/EI-WphBBgTo/s200/DSC05481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_Hymy1T6EI/AAAAAAAAAdE/odiknKXa1Fw/s1600/Retreat+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472421770526189634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_Hymy1T6EI/AAAAAAAAAdE/odiknKXa1Fw/s200/Retreat+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Windy? YES! But totally worth it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472412929157399026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_HqkKKugfI/AAAAAAAAAcc/mNxnmLPYIMI/s200/DSCF2222.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We spent a lot of time trying to get JUST our feet wet, but mostly ended up running away from the waves. And getting soaked. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472409899730017170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_Hnz0q9G5I/AAAAAAAAAbk/TsE8KpVQjmA/s200/DSC05432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472412923148427842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_HqjzyE4kI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7VNVypXyVJg/s200/DSCF2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The view looking inland was noteworthy as well. Again... how can you beat mountains and the ocean in one place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472411656322368658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_HpaEfNRJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/7b6Azl2y2A4/s200/DSC05445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goal for the day... get the perfect in-air shot. It only took a couple of tries. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_Hp0mXFn2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/5wjNMQydAw4/s1600/DSC05479_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472412112091717474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_Hp0mXFn2I/AAAAAAAAAcM/5wjNMQydAw4/s200/DSC05479_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; This picture describes my day without a single word. Scratch that... describes my whole trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_HpZnlksuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mWlHs0OoLO4/s1600/DSC05438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472411648564441826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_HpZnlksuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/mWlHs0OoLO4/s200/DSC05438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What an awesome trip! (I didn't mention she also drove up to Fresno to see me and take in the convention before I drove down to see her. We got to re-live our days in the blue and gold a bit!) In addition to taking me to the beach while I was in her stomping grounds, Dre also indulged my craving for mexican food twice in less than 24 hours, let me sleep in her bed, and provided much needed conversation, comic relief, and hugs. Those two days were so good for my soul. I love this lady! Thanks Dre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;From Oxnard I drove to Orange Country - Irvine, to be exact. There I attended &lt;a href="http://www.catalystspace.com/content/read/catalyst_west_2010_recap/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Catalyst West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a convergence of young adult Christian leaders. It was an incredible experience where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I was inspired, challenged, and re-directed in my faith, thinking, actions, walk, and future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I heard speakers like &lt;a href="http://www.donmilleris.com/"&gt;Don Miller&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.northpoint.org/"&gt;Andy Stanley&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/about/executives/wessstafford.htm"&gt;Dr. Wes Stafford&lt;/a&gt; among MANY others who helped expand the small box I put God and my relationship with him into. I worshipped with the likes of Chris Tomlin and &lt;a href="http://www.ragamuffinsoul.com/"&gt;Carlos Whittaker&lt;/a&gt; (check him out his blog and his music - good stuff!). AND I got some SWEET ideas for national convention! &lt;u&gt;If you are a young adult involved in leadership within your church or ministry (or plan to be in ANY WAY) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;check out Catalyst&lt;/u&gt;. They have two conferences a year - one on the west coast in April, and another in &lt;a href="http://catalystconference.com/"&gt;Atlanta in October&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So there you have it... a recap of a great trip with great friends, even if a blog post and photos can't quite do it justice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-3004209540459032395?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/3004209540459032395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/05/cali-cali-cali.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3004209540459032395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3004209540459032395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/05/cali-cali-cali.html' title='Cali, Cali, Cali!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S_H-2YjslII/AAAAAAAAAdU/5ZAolIdgj-E/s72-c/DSC05390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-7058519209270840115</id><published>2010-05-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:00:23.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marvels of Modern Agriculture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something that my heart really breaks for in this world is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;global hunger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The social injustice of seeing so many people starve every day while we have more than we could ever need is tough to come to grips with. And sometimes it seems like there is nothing we could ever do to help solve that problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reality is, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;modern technology of agriculture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; puts us in a position to combat global hunger on a real scale. Will we use it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Below is an interesting article on one scholar's thoughts regarding trendiness of the organic and sustainable movement that has become very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prevalent&lt;/span&gt; in the western cutlure. Just some food for thought. Your thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foreignpolicy.com/articles/2010/04/26/attention_whole_foods_shoppers?print=yes&amp;amp;hidecomments=yes&amp;amp;page=full"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.foreignpolicy.com/articles/2010/04/26/attention_whole_foods_shoppers?print=yes&amp;amp;hidecomments=yes&amp;amp;page=full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-7058519209270840115?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/7058519209270840115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/05/marvels-of-modern-agriculture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7058519209270840115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7058519209270840115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/05/marvels-of-modern-agriculture.html' title='The Marvels of Modern Agriculture'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-3784742456909606869</id><published>2010-05-02T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:41:42.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confesesions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recently returned from a great and eventful trip to California (my goal is to blog about those happenings and post pics this week!). While I was there, it happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I bought something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (long sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, more than one thing if I'm being honest. (cringe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... I'll give you the low down while trying not to make excuses. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Item #1: Black heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With the changing seasons I've been running into a problem: the only black professional shoes I have in my closet are boots. Very wintery, knee-high boots. I was at the California FFA State Conference, and had packed several skirt suits to wear. I had two pair of black pumps in my closet: one had the metal in the heel exposed about 1/4". Very professional looking. The other I literrally can wear and walk in for approximately 4.5 minutes before feeling like I'm going to die and having to take them off. I've tried to break them in. I've tried to get used it it. It simply wasn't working. So... I went to Macy's, found a pair of well made, reasonably priced black shoes, and bought them. I made sure to buy a pair that I can wear with both casual and professional outfits, and a pair that will last me beyond July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Item #2: Phone Charger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My phone charger is the kind that can adapt to many types of phones. It has a detachable piece on the end that allows you to change the connector to fit different models. My first night in Cali I reached in my bag and pulled out the charger, only to find the end that connects to my phone missing. Apparently in the hazy process of yanking it out of the wall in my bedroom and shoving it in my backpack (It was early. I was in a hurry.) I dropped the connecting piece. Because I was scheduled to be in CA for 9 days, I figured I really couldn't manage to conserve my battery that long. So, I stopped in at the Verizon store and picked up a new charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Item #3: Phone Cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll admit: this item was arguably the least needed, and I really could have done without it. Here's why I got it: I've been carrying around my phone with only the back piece of the case since January. In TN in January I dropped it (which is a frequent occurance) and the front piece popped off, never to be found again. So the front of my phone has been exposed for several months. After a couple of good face-down drops on the concrete, it was looking pretty rough and I was starting to become concerned about the performance of the touch screen. I decided I'd rather spend a preventative $20 on a new cover than eventually have to replace a busted phone. Reasonable? Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So after this trip to the mall that resulted in three material items I felt pretty terrible. I only have two months to go, couldn't I have held out? Well... yeah, I probably could have found a way around all three things. But on the bright side, I realized how much thought I put into those purchases, and four months ago, I wouldn't have blinked an eye at them. In fact, four months ago I probably would have come home with additional things that caught my eye while I was shopping for what I went for. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The way I think about "stuff" is changing, and that's the whole point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That new view of material items and the amount of thought I put into purchasing them is not something I plan to abandon when "No More Stuff" is over in July. I want to still think just as hard about a purchase as I did last week in California. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So that's the latest "No More Stuff" update. I can't believe that I have four months down! Two months to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-3784742456909606869?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/3784742456909606869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/05/confesesions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3784742456909606869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3784742456909606869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/05/confesesions.html' title='Confesesions'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-7400765428857660164</id><published>2010-03-25T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:53:10.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Walk With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...a shoeless walk, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again this year, I'll be going barefoot for a day on April 8th for TOMS Shoes "One Day Without Shoes." This day is meant to spread awareness of the impact a single pair of shoes can have in the life of a child. A few facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most children in developing countries grow up barefoot.In some developing nations, children must walk for miles to school, clean water and to seek medical help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Often, children are not allowed to attend school barefoot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuts and sores on feet can lead to serious infection, including &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Podoconiosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a debilitating and disfiguring disease caused by walking barefoot in volcanic soil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Ethiopia alone, approximately &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one million people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are suffering from Podoconiosis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Podoconiosis is 100% preventable with basic foot hygiene and wearing shoes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So how can going barefoot help? It's simply about spreading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You go barefoot, maybe get your firends to go barefoot, and it gives all of you an opportunity to tell people about Podoconiosis and how you can help prevent it (umm... one easy and fashionable way - buy a pair of TOMS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452692531083544050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S6va96ipBfI/AAAAAAAAAas/OLYRJ3rCB0M/s200/Toms+Shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last year I walked barefoot for a day and it was an experience I will always remember. For one thing, it was gross. By the end of the day you could scrape layers of black off the bottom of my feet. And it hurt. My soft feet seemed to pick up everything, and were so tender after walking on the scorching streets and sidewalks on that sunny day. It was also humbling. As I walked downt the street and into establishments people stared at me. A lot. Some laughed, others gave me looks of disgust, and a few asked questions. Finally, it made me realize how little I know about having a tough life. As I sat on the edge of the bathtub that evening and watched the day's grime wash down the drain, I thought about how little my microscopic experience without shoes compared to someone who actually LIVED that on a daily basis. And my desire to help skyrocketed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The most important part of the day, though, was the conversations I got to have. I was repeatedly asked why I wasn't wearing shoes, and it gave me the opportunity to talk to people about TOMS, poverty, social change, and making a better world. A good day, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So... what do you say? If you're going to walk barefoot, I'd love to know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Register to go one day without shoes at &lt;a href="http://www.onedaywithoutshoes.com/"&gt;http://www.onedaywithoutshoes.com/&lt;/a&gt; and learn more about the TOMS story at &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;http://www.tomsshoes.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-7400765428857660164?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/7400765428857660164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-walk-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7400765428857660164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7400765428857660164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-walk-with-me.html' title='Take a Walk With Me'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S6va96ipBfI/AAAAAAAAAas/OLYRJ3rCB0M/s72-c/Toms+Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-5609444466691887316</id><published>2010-02-23T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:22:39.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Enough - Day 54</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More than enough, actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, I've found operation "No More Stuff" to be pretty easy. And that's been bothering me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kept thinking, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If I'm not struggling, I must not be learning anything!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I panicked. So I kept trying to figure it out... what have I learned lately? Why has this not been hard the last few weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then, sitting in church Sunday listening to a sermon on giving, it hit me like a ton of bricks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It hasn't been so hard because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE everything I NEED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pretty novel concept, huh? It's something we don't think too often - at least I don't. But it's true. Do I have moments where I want to go buy a new pair of heels? Yep. Will it be tough when the sun finally starts shining again and spring fever makes me want some new warm weather clothes? I'm sure. But in His grace, God has started showing me through this experience that I can get by just fine with what I have. I'm more than fine - I am abundantly blessed with way more than I need to not just survive, but live a rich life of excess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was sorely mistaken... yep, I'm learning all right. Pretty cool lessons at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-5609444466691887316?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/5609444466691887316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-enough-day-54.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/5609444466691887316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/5609444466691887316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-enough-day-54.html' title='I Have Enough - Day 54'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-5838023911875507206</id><published>2010-02-20T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:34:24.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PhotoJournal: Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Japan was fantastic, as expected. It was a time of learning, growing, exploring and fun. I know I said I would post updates, but our internet access was more limited this year, and when we had it we usually had to pay for it. So I decided blogging was out. I took thousands of photos in an effort to capture all of the incredible moments we experienced, and it has taken me the last week and a half to sort through them. Below are some of the highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440783557537041346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4GL0a7IC8I/AAAAAAAAAac/8IBT4etxDGE/s200/DSCF0238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sightseeing in Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440455425197233394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BhYms6VPI/AAAAAAAAAVE/EhdSwmReJwQ/s200/DSCF0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Participating in a traditional Japanese Tea Ceremony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The ceremony teaches four principles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;harmony, respect, purity, tranquility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440455420904473282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BhYWtcAsI/AAAAAAAAAU8/JLKQmn9yopg/s200/DSCF0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rocking out to MJ with the latest technology at Sony Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440453560138916930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BfsC0W5EI/AAAAAAAAAUk/0vx3xnPJCCc/s200/DSCF0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Casks of saki at a Shinto shrine in Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440783564634113394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4GL01XMxXI/AAAAAAAAAak/u-PKyoffbIk/s200/DSCF0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We caught a glimpse of a wedding procession at the shrine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440454270559358674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BgVZVyjtI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rYSLs8sTwFw/s200/DSCF0134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love the cabs in Tokyo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440456969249030418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BiyevjARI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-VshZNmRAkc/s200/DSCF0515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tuna auction at the Tskiji fish market in Tokyo. It was 5:00 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440478958010633346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B2yZQ2DII/AAAAAAAAAaU/fqBYsPPCvq8/s200/DSCF0554.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tskiji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B2ZQ1BsTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Y0chTOACpK4/s1600-h/DSCF0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440478526249742642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B2ZQ1BsTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Y0chTOACpK4/s200/DSCF0568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our breakfast at the fish market. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was tough to eat this much sushi so early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B2YlsX9QI/AAAAAAAAAaE/EAK6VrpBWDo/s1600-h/DSCF0624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440478514670728450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B2YlsX9QI/AAAAAAAAAaE/EAK6VrpBWDo/s200/DSCF0624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visiting a family farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pounding rice to make mochi... sticky rice dough balls which we ate for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B1q7TUnuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FI8LQDHZsQ4/s1600-h/DSCF0682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440477730197249762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B1q7TUnuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FI8LQDHZsQ4/s200/DSCF0682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This little boy, Aaoi, captured my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has grown up so much since last year. He knows his ABC's in Japanese and English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B1qinBAEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TgOi0aovUbc/s1600-h/DSCF0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440477723568963650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B1qinBAEI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TgOi0aovUbc/s200/DSCF0690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The family's table, where lunch was served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B0wdWFm2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/1Ei10uGFPhQ/s1600-h/DSCF0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476725723372386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B0wdWFm2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/1Ei10uGFPhQ/s200/DSCF0697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They live in a beautiful, traditional farm house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B0v_gVotI/AAAAAAAAAZk/UyQ-RtsYRjg/s1600-h/DSCF0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440476717713302226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4B0v_gVotI/AAAAAAAAAZk/UyQ-RtsYRjg/s200/DSCF0774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Randa and Aaoi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fun and love know no language or cultural barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BzlyX0HkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xSJ0jXUs6jE/s1600-h/DSCF0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440475442877570626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BzlyX0HkI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xSJ0jXUs6jE/s200/DSCF0813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Taishi Foods Tofu plant. We taste-tested 10 courses of tofu and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tofu based foods. Enough tofu to last me a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BzlaGPlyI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xt9CvPetoJM/s1600-h/DSCF0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440475436361422626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BzlaGPlyI/AAAAAAAAAZU/xt9CvPetoJM/s200/DSCF0822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toshogu Shrine, Nikko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bykdb8vBI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EdAfDprAicY/s1600-h/DSCF0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440474320566270994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bykdb8vBI/AAAAAAAAAZM/EdAfDprAicY/s200/DSCF0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The snow made such a beautiful setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4ByjwW-S6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/lGlhN1HMQJo/s1600-h/DSCF0869.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440474308465806242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4ByjwW-S6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/lGlhN1HMQJo/s200/DSCF0869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Kegon Falls, Nikko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We rode an elevator 100 meters underground to get this view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bx3Fkx1KI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Im9ZQtv-2MA/s1600-h/DSCF0884.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440473541066740898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bx3Fkx1KI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Im9ZQtv-2MA/s200/DSCF0884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Food presentation is always gorgeous and special in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BxJ9RvQyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TRahAA9omG8/s1600-h/DSCF0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440472765745283874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BxJ9RvQyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TRahAA9omG8/s200/DSCF0912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Learning origami at a traditional Japanese hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BxJWDDYEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/g23tXr47U-w/s1600-h/DSCF0928.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440472755214704706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BxJWDDYEI/AAAAAAAAAYk/g23tXr47U-w/s200/DSCF0928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our futons on tatami mats at the hotel. So comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bv-G5Y-eI/AAAAAAAAAYc/h9QcVhXZZHw/s1600-h/DSCF1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440471462657456610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bv-G5Y-eI/AAAAAAAAAYc/h9QcVhXZZHw/s200/DSCF1149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; FFJ members at one of the agricultural high schools in Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bv9ktSmwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/AdVRqUpexNs/s1600-h/DSCF1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440471453479901954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bv9ktSmwI/AAAAAAAAAYU/AdVRqUpexNs/s200/DSCF1169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They flew our flag at the high school that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Japanese are so respectful of our culture and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;make a huge effort to accomodate our norms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440469964236694546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bum42CpBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/CNmvnphg6Ec/s200/DSCF1254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  At the port of Nagoya we got to board this ship carrying American corn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440470706477933218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BvSF6JIqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PlwFvJWGaJE/s200/DSCF1229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's the corn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440469966352552482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BunAugEiI/AAAAAAAAAX8/lP1xTfFLjPY/s200/DSCF1245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Corn was all over the deck of the ship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picking it up and knowing it had come from the US was crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440470703134688242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BvR5dDQ_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/hFnwZB080MU/s200/DSCF1241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The view from the deck of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bt2qyRBpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ibDqQuc8R3Q/s1600-h/DSCF1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440469135829042834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bt2qyRBpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/ibDqQuc8R3Q/s200/DSCF1291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; This bin was full of soy sauce fermenting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It did not look appetizing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440467789753589154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BsoUQ3naI/AAAAAAAAAXc/P_PBo2nb3O4/s200/DSCF1534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We spent a morning making homemade udon noodles with the homestay host school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was quite a labor intensive process, and very fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440467787266308674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BsoK_2ukI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Hs4r1_QlkQk/s200/DSCF1545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Boiling our noodles for lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440469130628623410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bt2XaY7DI/AAAAAAAAAXk/EOEmA_NLxDc/s200/DSCF1447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lindsay and I's cooking partner, Jun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He spent most of his time doing damage control and correcting our mistakes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Br-jtZShI/AAAAAAAAAXM/eQ5cYN3KfR8/s1600-h/DSCF1636.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440467072345262610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Br-jtZShI/AAAAAAAAAXM/eQ5cYN3KfR8/s200/DSCF1636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; That afternoon we went to a real kimono shop and got to try on kimonos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was a very special and unique opportunity. The kimonos we are wearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;are incredibly expensive. The women in the picture dressed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Br-Onsb9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-XCleR6L3zk/s1600-h/DSCF1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440467066684207058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Br-Onsb9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/-XCleR6L3zk/s200/DSCF1648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lindsay, Jun and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BrRxYJJtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tQ9dxUCJ1yA/s1600-h/DSCF1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440466302920107730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BrRxYJJtI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tQ9dxUCJ1yA/s200/DSCF1642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BrRX0hVaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/EVl6CC8aXIg/s1600-h/DSCF1743.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440466296059811234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BrRX0hVaI/AAAAAAAAAW0/EVl6CC8aXIg/s200/DSCF1743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sightseeing in Kyoto. This is one of the few cities we agreed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not to bomb during WWII, so it has a lot of original and ancient architecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BqXQl8IuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/nw_BxFylW0U/s1600-h/DSCF1802.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440465297687192290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BqXQl8IuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/nw_BxFylW0U/s200/DSCF1802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; People come to this shrine to drink the water that is falling behind the officers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The three streams are said to symbolize money, love and good health. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were told to not be greedy and only choose one stream to drink from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BqXFeKHEI/AAAAAAAAAWk/f9t4uXtmXJI/s1600-h/DSCF1809.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440465294701763650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BqXFeKHEI/AAAAAAAAAWk/f9t4uXtmXJI/s200/DSCF1809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All 8 of us chose water from the same stream... can you guess which one? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BnslOUeFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LQ59OpDrGr4/s1600-h/DSCF1839.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440462365467637842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BnslOUeFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LQ59OpDrGr4/s200/DSCF1839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Shabu Shabu dinner. Those platters used to contact slices of beef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This table of three put away nine of them. They won... by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BnsHCv7-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/-2PDUgUlr68/s1600-h/DSCF1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440462357366042594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BnsHCv7-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/-2PDUgUlr68/s200/DSCF1866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Linsday and I at the Golden Pavillion. Yes, the outside is real gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bmk2wE7gI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dNVvoB-G6r4/s1600-h/DSCF1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440461133222047234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Bmk2wE7gI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dNVvoB-G6r4/s200/DSCF1923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Our best samurai poses... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;although I'm pretty sure we are not even close to looking like samurai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BmkR2u8RI/AAAAAAAAAWE/J5MZC_SZqAw/s1600-h/DSCF1904.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440461123317854482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BmkR2u8RI/AAAAAAAAAWE/J5MZC_SZqAw/s200/DSCF1904.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; My favorite Japanese soft drink... mitsuya cider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vending machines in Japan are awesome and have a huge selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Blb1NbOSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WxmqvnFa0eM/s1600-h/DSCF1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440459878677821730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4Blb1NbOSI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WxmqvnFa0eM/s200/DSCF1940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; While everyone else shopped for souveniers, Alex and I left the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beaten path in search of crepes. It took a while, but we were victorious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BlbRP0JKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HXb3_GXp39s/s1600-h/DSCF2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440459869024167074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BlbRP0JKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HXb3_GXp39s/s200/DSCF2061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Our last night in Japan, we got to karaoke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So fun, and a different experience in a private room, which is common in Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BkN-Ce57I/AAAAAAAAAVk/31HHZxfk7bk/s1600-h/DSCF2074.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440458541018048434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BkN-Ce57I/AAAAAAAAAVk/31HHZxfk7bk/s200/DSCF2074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440458543019303554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4BkOFfnooI/AAAAAAAAAVs/JS02ZzaHW3k/s200/DSCF2084.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saying goodbye to our wonderful tour guide, Chieko.&lt;br /&gt;She has become a cherished friend in the last two&lt;/span&gt; years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-5838023911875507206?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/5838023911875507206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/02/photojournal-japan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/5838023911875507206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/5838023911875507206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/02/photojournal-japan.html' title='PhotoJournal: Japan'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S4GL0a7IC8I/AAAAAAAAAac/8IBT4etxDGE/s72-c/DSCF0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-497261216746432407</id><published>2010-01-28T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:04:46.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan... Take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In just a couple of hours I am headed out to Japan! I am blessed to get to travel to Japan once a year for work. This year I'll be traveling with the national officer team and my teammate, Lindsay. While we are there we will soak in the culture, visit farms and Japanese companies, visit agricultural school programs (and meet FFJ members) and experience and try new things every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last year I was amazed each day as my mind and world were stretched just a little bit wider. I am excited to go back a second time and experience Japan - this time looking for ways to learn and experience things at a deeper level. I suspect I will blog at least a few times on the trip, but probably won't post a detailed recap of each day like I did last year... I'll just see what kind of mood I'm in each night! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No doubt "No More Stuff" will be a big challenge while I'm in Japan. There are so many unique and fun things there to buy! And there were definitely some items that I put off buying last year because I knew I'd be back. Alas... I'll be sticking to buying only gifts for other people - which is pretty fun as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look forward to sharing with you what is sure to be a trip that will open my mind and heart. Until then... Sayonara! (I have to finish packing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-497261216746432407?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/497261216746432407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/01/japan-take-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/497261216746432407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/497261216746432407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/01/japan-take-2.html' title='Japan... Take 2'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-5406258450363511662</id><published>2010-01-18T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:37:38.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Target &amp; T-Shirts (Day 18)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two of my weakness. This weekend I had to stare them both down in the face for the first time since starting "No More Stuff." Here are the stories and what I learned from them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The T-Shirt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This weekend I was heading back to Indy after a couple of weeks on the road for work. As I was walking through the Atlanta airport, a t-shirt in one of the shops caught my eye. I liked it. A lot. I went in the store knowing full well I wasn't going to buy it, but just to check it out close up. I must like to torture myself... when I saw it up close I liked it even more. And then... I looked at the price tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;$12.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only $12.00!?! It's like it was BEGGING me to buy it! My heart sank, because any other time I probably would have bought it without another thought. And when I realized that... I began to think about how often I do that. And how often we as a society do that. I buy things all the time without analyzing whether I actually need it or not, how much I'll use it/wear it, how long it will last, and how much money I've spent on similar items. In that moment, as I walked away from the t-shirt, I was really struck by how little thought I give to buying things. I see something I want, and assuming it's reasonably priced, I buy it. Done. As I thought about this the rest of the day, this is what I began to think about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;$12.00 is practically nothing to me. So I don't give a lot of thought to spending that much on a t-shirt, etc. But to other people in this world $12.00 could mean a life saving vaccination, clean water for years, almost a year's worth of education... in other words, to me $12.00 is a cute t-shirt. To someone else, it could be the difference between life and death. How many lives could I help save but don't because I choose to buy things I don't need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Trip to Target:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come on, what's not to love about Target? You can find practically everything you need there... and a lot of things you don't - but that are awesome. And that's what gets me in trouble every time I go. Every trip usually looks the same: I make a list. I take it with me. I have very good intentions to buy what's on the list and only what's on the list. As I'm checking off the list something inevitably catches my eye... I start wandering around... and before I know it I'm leaving Target having wasted way more time and money than necessary. It's ridiculous, and I usually end up mad at myself for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So when I lost my phone charger somewhere between the 7 or 8 hotels I stayed at in the last couple of weeks and a Target trip was deemed necessary, I was nervous about how hard it would be to not buy ANYTHING else. (After conferring with Whitney we agreed that while a material item, purchasing a new charger was a necessity, because she doesn't have the same kind I need and my cell phone is my only phone.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I walked in I decided my best bet would be not to tempt myself by looking around. I actually looked at the floor most of the way back to electronics. I grabbed the correct charger, and walked with purpose and tunnel vision to the checkout. As I grabbed my bag and reciept and marched out the front door I realized I had set a new record time for myself in Target... and another record - I didn't waste a single second or a single cent looking at or buying something I didn't need. And you know what? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That felt really great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-5406258450363511662?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/5406258450363511662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/01/target-t-shirts-day-18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/5406258450363511662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/5406258450363511662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/01/target-t-shirts-day-18.html' title='Target &amp; T-Shirts (Day 18)'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-3157847137618134874</id><published>2010-01-13T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:50:51.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More "Stuff"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;THINGS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What role do they play in our lives? For months I have felt restless every time I purchase something. I constantly ask myself, "do I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; this?" I always justify my purchases, and if I can't, I look to other people to justify them for me. And someone always has a way to make me feel better... to feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;justified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I've been praying that God would help me focus less on things, I've been ignoring the desire I feel when I look at Whitney's new SUV beside my much older car, and I've told myself I would give more of my money to people who need it. It hasn't been enough, and I've known that for a while. After talking with a friend about what areas of our life we weren't surrending to the Lord, I thought about it later that night, and my answer was clear... I have been allowing God to be in control of most areas of my life - except my desire and "need" for THINGS. Even after this realization came, and I told myself I'd do better, I simply couldn't let go. My roomate, Whitney, and I have been having a lot of conversations about this, but we just kept going in circles. About a week ago I was packing and cleaning my room in preparation to go to Tennessee for work. As I dug through my clothes and all of the other "stuff" in my room, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was absolutely disgusted by how much I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And how much of it I never use or put on my body. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;God was calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I decided I'd figure it out when I got home in two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But while Whitney and I were in Tennesee the answer came. We were reading some magazines and Whitney came accross and article about a family who had compeltely cut their spending for a year. As we talked about whether or not we could do it, it became more and more clear that I needed to. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I thought of more and more reasons why it wasn't practical&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Whitney committed before I did. I just kpet thinking of excuses. Until one morning when we were sitting in a high school and I finally blurted out, "I have to!" Whitney looked a little confused, because we hadn't even been talking about the subject. I explained to her that as I was rolling the idea around in my head I finally realized that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the fact that I was having such a hard time committing to this was my evidence that I needed to do it&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So... here's the deal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am committing to not making any material purchases for 6 months.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In looking back, I realized that I haven't purchased any material goods since the new year. So, my goal date is July 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guidelines&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can purchase depleteable goods (shampoo, makeup, gas, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will obviously purchase food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are a few purchases I have been planning on that I will make (for example: if I'm going to run a half marathon in May Inew running shoes will be essential or my knees will be shot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am working to re-define my use of the word &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt;. I use it far too often... and in reality, there are many things I'd like to have, but very few that I &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm trying to eliminate that word from my vocabulary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My prayer for this experience:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That I would be made more like Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That I would be more dependant on my relationship with Him for my joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That I would learn to live more simply - and that it would become a &lt;em&gt;lifestyle&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That in focusing less on material things I would focus more on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Prayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Giving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Serving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the bottom line:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things will never satisfy me and I REFUSE to let them take the place of the most important priorities in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Along the way I will blog about my experience - how it's going, when it's hard, when I see it paying off in my relationships, and more. My request to you - my friends and family - is to hold me accountable. Ask me how it's going, and call me out if I need to be. I know this will be tough for me. That's why I'm doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here's to living more simply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-3157847137618134874?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/3157847137618134874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-more-stuff.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3157847137618134874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3157847137618134874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-more-stuff.html' title='No More &quot;Stuff&quot;'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-7299537029583281186</id><published>2010-01-02T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:35:37.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Memories &amp; New Adventures</title><content type='html'>It's the new year! I felt a weird mix of emotions as the clock counted down the final seconds of 2009. Usually New Years is exciting, but honestly not all that significant to me. But this year felt different for some reason. Perhaps I'm more aware of the fact that with each drop of the ball there is more time and distance between old memories that I hold dear. Maybe it's that as each year passes I feel more anxious about what I'm contributing to the world and how I'm making it better. Or maybe it's just that with the passing of 2009, I was closing out a really good year. I don't know what it was... nothing major, but just a strange, unfamiliar and very poignant mix of sadness, excitement, wistfullness and anticipation during the hours that led up to the noise makers, confetti and cheers as the new year rang in. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009 was indeed a great year for me. Some highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The move to my new neighborhood, Broadripple, and the addition of a roommate (that's us below). These two events changed my lifestyle significantly, for the better. I've never enjoyed Indy so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422260522301421810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz-9N3dmePI/AAAAAAAAASU/dYMoQXpP3B0/s320/May+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My first trip to Japan. I learned so much about culture, humanity, humility and love. I can't wait to go back later this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422260525781380242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz-9OEbSbJI/AAAAAAAAASc/Nzji-MF5LQM/s320/DSCF1755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I saw one of my favorite artists, Dave Barnes, in concert for the first time. He is awesome, and is doing good things with his success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Because of that concert, I joined Mocha Club and learned &lt;a href="https://www.mochaclub.org/"&gt;how much $7 can really do&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Also, speaking of concerts, I spent a most memorable evening with great friends watching Fall Out Boy and Blink 182. So fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I had a fantastic 2 week visit to California, a highlight of which was spending Easter with the Eller family and friends (below with Amy &amp;amp; Stacy.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422261980194693986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz--iuicY2I/AAAAAAAAASs/xdIyA1rvRss/s320/Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I walked barefoot for an entire day, and was humbled as people stared at me, gave me dirty looks when I entered establishments and I felt each burn, scratch and stab on my blessedly tender and protected feet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422261988645531682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz--jOBR8CI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iEbwb65lKHE/s320/Barefoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I spent a totally relaxing and purely fun girls weekend in Florida for Tracy's bachelorette party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was blessed to attend and help celebrate the wedding of two great friends, Christy and Elio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I had the best time standing beside my best friend Tracy as she and Seth (my new best friend in law) :) exchanged their vows and had a fantastic celebration to follow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I spent a fantastic week in DC with new and old friends - some of the best I have - catching up, adventuring around the city, and celebrating the 4th of July on the national mall &amp;amp; watching the fireworks (below). I miss and love that city and those people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422261975373167858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz--ick5vPI/AAAAAAAAASk/yCP-BIcCz4E/s320/DC.bmp" border="0" /&gt; - I planned, directed, and "called the show" on my own for the first time for the National FFA Convention sessions in Conseco Fieldhouse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422268728539506082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz_EriFOZaI/AAAAAAAAATM/4w1ixJ12kHM/s320/arena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422268724142294898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz_ErRs2R3I/AAAAAAAAATE/6LinMHlpCco/s320/arena2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- I spent a year with and said goodbye to my first full team of national officers as their manager. We all learned a lot. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz--i0vwECI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vxAUoE1L9po/s1600-h/Team.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422261981861122082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz--i0vwECI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vxAUoE1L9po/s320/Team.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I started attending a small group at my church (when I'm actually in town) and have tried to lay a foundation to experience more authentic spiritual fellowship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My sister welcomed her first child, a sweet little boy named Bentley, and I got to experience the first joys of being an aunt and having your heart completely captivated by another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422270375894689890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz_GLa9TqGI/AAAAAAAAATU/5njbpajz2D0/s320/BB+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422270379334387938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz_GLnxZSOI/AAAAAAAAATc/VlCa6IZNCdI/s320/BB2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422270384045514290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz_GL5UnXjI/AAAAAAAAATk/Zd7S2CrnFBQ/s320/BB3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;- I got to spend significant time at home for both Thanksgiving AND Christmas, and had a great time with family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... all in all, 2009 was a year full of growth, joy, love, new experiences, learning, wonderful people, and great adventure. I guess that's why I was a bit sad to see it go. That being said, I am eagerly anticipating all that 2010 will bring. I don't have any "resolutions" for the new year, but do have some renewed goals that are focused on learning more, building deeper relationships with the people in my life and with Christ, and being more disciplined and healthy. As we embark on 2010, I'm looking forward to the unknown, and excited for what is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yet to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to a great year, and thanks for being a part of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-7299537029583281186?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/7299537029583281186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-memories-new-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7299537029583281186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7299537029583281186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-memories-new-adventures.html' title='Sweet Memories &amp; New Adventures'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sz-9N3dmePI/AAAAAAAAASU/dYMoQXpP3B0/s72-c/May+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-3224256252225176350</id><published>2009-12-20T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:28:34.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Good Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Tis the season where we hear a lot about cheer... spreading it, receiving it, reveling in it. And it's also a season in which for some reason, despite all that we hear and talk about giving, often we think of ourselves most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;want for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish people would get out of my way so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;can get my shopping done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All of the holiday traffic is so inconvenient for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so busy this month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I'm guilty of all of those thoughts, plus more. Recently a friend sent me a cool &amp;amp; short video about giving cheer... and simply giving. It was a great reminder to stop thinking about myself so dang much, and also a reminder that little things really can make a difference. Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.levi.com/cheer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;www.levi.com/cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if we each made the commitment to GIVE this season, in whatever way we can?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It doesn't have to be world changing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIVE&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BACK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A Little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;FREELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SWEETLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;TO PEOPLE YOU KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;TO PEOPLE YOU DON'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;UNEXPECTEDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;GENEROUSLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;SINCERELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-3224256252225176350?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/3224256252225176350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-good-cheer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3224256252225176350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3224256252225176350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-good-cheer.html' title='Give Good Cheer'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-6633133434737837079</id><published>2009-09-03T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:44:51.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Altruism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're a reader of my blog, you probably know by now that service is something I care a lot about. I believe that I have been called to leave what I touch better than I found it, and I believe that I was created - actually, that we were all created - to serve others in some capacity. And there are SO many cool things that people are doing in this world to help make it better using their gifts and blessings. That's obvious, as it's what I most often write about. That excites me and I think it deserves to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, though, I've had many conversations and thought a lot about &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; we serve. Is it for our own benefit? For the benefit of others? If there is some good in it for us, does that negate the good we’re doing for the people benefiting from the service? Take for example companies that are centered around giving… let’s take one I’ve blogged about… TOMS shoes. A friend asked me not long ago if the founder of TOMS, Blake Mycoskie, is a humanitarian or a business man. I said both. He asked if it’s possible to be both at once. I said yes… he countered that while Blake is doing great things for people, he’s simply a brilliant business man who is making more revenue because of the fact that he’s helping people. So… if Blake is making money, does that mean he’s not a humanitarian? Do you have to give up monetary success, comforts, etc. to be a humanitarian? If you’re reaping some benefit, monetary, emotional, social or otherwise, are you still “serving”? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Altruism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a concern or regard for the needs of others, entirely without ulterior motive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Is that possible? Can we really do anything without ulterior motives? When we serve others, even when it takes sacrifice, is it out of pure concern for their needs, or do we always have ulterior motives? Furthermore, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if people benefit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, do our motives matter? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The truth is... I don’t really know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's what I do know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I believe in a God who has called us to love others as we love ourselves, and to be servants to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a heart that aches and is burdened by the state of our world and by the people who are hurting in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am constantly aware that I am by far among the wealthy elite compared to the rest of the world, and I am often sickened that I do not do near enough about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But is my heartache over people in need and the resulting tug to do something about it actually selfish deep down? I don’t know… I hope not, but to be honest, it’s definitely possible. The truth is, I know my heart, and I know that simply because I’m human I’m sinful. But luckily, I believe in a God who redeems and forgives and changes me through knowing and experiencing Him. My model for not only service, but for how I want to live and who I want to become is Christ. I pray every day that I would be made more into His likeness. The fact of the matter is Jesus Christ lived a life - and died a death - that was about everyone but himself. And so I believe that serving others is one of the best ways that we can be made more like Him. He commanded us to serve. And so I think when we serve others in obedience to Him, we are changed through that experience, and our wickedness is slowly melted and replaced by the same love He has for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that regardless of our motives or of how we benefit from results of service - whether that be feeling good about what we did, being recognized for our work, or reaping financial gain - the bottom line is, &lt;u&gt;when we take action, people's lives are better&lt;/u&gt;. Period. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So... let's do some good, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. It was really hard to condense what I wrote into what is above. I've got so many other thoughts about this swirling around in my brain, and lots of them are conflicting. What are your thoughts? Please share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-6633133434737837079?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/6633133434737837079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/09/altruism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/6633133434737837079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/6633133434737837079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/09/altruism.html' title='Altruism?'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-7967516416614799858</id><published>2009-07-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:37:29.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter, Facebook, and Your Network - Powerful Tools for Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I do the whole Twitter thing. I tweet (that’s fun to say!) fairly regularly. Once in a while it’s about something important, but most often it’s just random musings or happenings throughout my day. And... I admit that I follow A FEW celebrities on twitter. Not many – but a few who I think are witty enough to warrant reading what’s going on in their heads on a regular basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those celebs is Pete Wentz of Fall Out Boy. I’m not really sure why I started following him, but I randomly added him one day… probably just because I like his music. I've enjoyed following him and reading his updates... although I'll admit sometimes it's kind of weird, because it's not like we're friends and I really know what he's talking about when referring to his life happenings. It's a weird world, this whole social media thing. Weird... and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;powerful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few weeks ago (yes, this post is way overdue) there was a bit of a buzz that Pete was about to hit 1 million followers. (Can you imagine a million people reading your life's updates?) He posted that there would be a surprise to celebrate the 1 million mark. I was really interested in what this surprise would be, and how he would celebrate it, so I was excited when he finally reached 1 million. When I saw what he was doing, I was even more excited. And appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete decided to illustrate the power of 1, and how that can turn into the power of 1 million. He set up a website where his followers (and others) can donate $1 to help people in East Africa through Invisible Children (which I blogged about back in March). Read his message and thoughts about using social media as a tool to help the world (&amp;amp; maybe even donate a dollar) here &lt;a href="http://petewentz.com/post/140798299/the-million-tweet"&gt;http://petewentz.com/post/140798299/the-million-tweet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete is using his influence – in this case via one million twitter followers - to contribute. To help get something done. To fight. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;$1 isn't much... but when 1 million people give $1 it's suddenly very significant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Pete Wentz has one million followers.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a whopping 36 followers on Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Clearly, that doesn't begin to compare. So what about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have influence. It may not be a million people – but we have it. We all have a network – of friends, family, co-workers, heck even facebook friends and followers on twitter. And the fact that we can't each make an impact through 1 million people should not stop us from using the influence that we do have. It starts somewhere, and each act is significant. Remember what $7 can do in Africa? (If you don’t, check out my Feb. 22 blog about Mocha Club) Take a nod from Pete Wentz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How can you use the influence you have in your network - however big or small - to contribute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks to Pete I’m re-energized and inspired to blog about world changers again after being a major slacker this summer! Peace, love &amp;amp; change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-7967516416614799858?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/7967516416614799858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-do-whole-twitter-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7967516416614799858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7967516416614799858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-do-whole-twitter-thing.html' title='Twitter, Facebook, and Your Network - Powerful Tools for Change'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-5806440239222855162</id><published>2009-06-07T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:33:24.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not really sure what happened to my blogging... But now I'm back! To ease back into it, I thought I'd just start with a long over-due update on my travels and happenings over the last couple of months. Nothing deep or serious, just what I've been up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I left off on my last post right before I headed to California to begin a 2 week travel whirlwind full of friends, work, and lots of fun! I arrived in Sacramento where my great friends Jesse and Marcus picked me up. As we were walking around Sacramento, somehow San Francisco came up and when I mentioned that I'd never been, they said it was less than two hours away. So of course... we hopped in the car and headed to the bay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We didn't have much time, but here are some shots from our time at Pier 39:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jesse and I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutpeAGH-I/AAAAAAAAASA/42tNWfvK3-A/s1600-h/April+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349059910372302818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutpeAGH-I/AAAAAAAAASA/42tNWfvK3-A/s320/April+09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marcus and I: (Shout out to Jill &amp;amp; Cory... Marcus's VA Tech shirt drew a LOT of attention!) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutWTCkwtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AoBz97w-QOI/s1600-h/April+09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349059581012394706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutWTCkwtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AoBz97w-QOI/s320/April+09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alcatraz... Jesse swam from the Island to shore last year, and he's doing it again this year, plus running the golden gate bridge when he's finished! He's my hero. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutVwBP04I/AAAAAAAAARw/ALl__NFDGuE/s1600-h/April+09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349059571611587458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutVwBP04I/AAAAAAAAARw/ALl__NFDGuE/s320/April+09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a couple of hours in San Fran, we headed to Jesse's parent's house for Easter weekend. Lots of friends and family joined us for a sleepover, and we had a great time playing on the ranch, riding four wheelers, cooking out, climbing (and falling out of) trees, and just enjoying a special weekend with fantastic people! (Unfortunatley, I was having too much fun to snap any photos!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;From there I spent the week with Jesse and Marcus in Chico, where they go to school. It was a busy week, but we had a great time as I accompanied them to meetings, school, the office, and of course we spent some time having fun away from campus as well! Other highlights - girl time with Amy Lewis and helping Carey host trivia night at the Banshee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thursday night we loaded up in Carey's truck and drove to Fresno for California FFA's state convention. I got to see many friends, as well as watch and coach two of the national FFA officers, Nessie and Paul. They did a great job, and it was a great week! One of my only photos from the week: Marcus, Nessie, and her regional advisor, Mr. Beard:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutVkBmtAI/AAAAAAAAARo/tYEPQ83-YIQ/s1600-h/April+09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349059568391861250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutVkBmtAI/AAAAAAAAARo/tYEPQ83-YIQ/s320/April+09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the conference was over, I spent an extra night with friends in Fresno. It was fun to spend some downtime with people I usually only see at work events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss chocolate shakes and smoothies with Jimmy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutVXqWeCI/AAAAAAAAARg/Tp6outWJFsk/s1600-h/April+09+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349059565073102882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutVXqWeCI/AAAAAAAAARg/Tp6outWJFsk/s320/April+09+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next morning I got on a plane and headed to the opposite coast for a few days in Florida! My first stop was Gainesville. It was incredible to be back in a place that is so special to me, with people who are even more special. A girl's day with Christy, dinner with Elio, Erica and Brady at Sonny's (one of my favorites!) and chilling at the house on 34th St. with Elio just like old times was just what I needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yay for Sonny's sweet tea &amp;amp; corn nuggets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutVK1E4EI/AAAAAAAAARY/NNlsnh-InhA/s1600-h/April+09+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349059561628426306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutVK1E4EI/AAAAAAAAARY/NNlsnh-InhA/s320/April+09+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After my short time in G'ville I hopped in the car and headed to Tampa to pick up some of my favorite people from the airport! We were there for my best friend Tracy's bachellorette party weekend at the beach. Tracy, her mom, her sister Karen and Shauna flew in and we headed to our condo on the beach in Treasure Island! It was a very fun weekend. Time on the beach is always good... and there is nothing quite like being there with some of the people who know you best. A weekend with my best friend and second family was so good for the soul. Some pictures of the fun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Playing on the beach at night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixwtAlcEXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/46KYAb0X8EI/s1600-h/April+09+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344770776335389042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixwtAlcEXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/46KYAb0X8EI/s320/April+09+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dragging ourselves away from the sand for a fun dinner and night out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixwsxOmuDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/huUzH-607xc/s1600-h/April+09+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344770772213086258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixwsxOmuDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/huUzH-607xc/s320/April+09+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back in Indy, we celebrated Marty's birthday early before he left for China. Good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sixwsv3SHbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ps84w697CyI/s1600-h/May+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344770771846831538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sixwsv3SHbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ps84w697CyI/s320/May+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Whitney and I put our bargain shopping and decorating skills to the test and spent a weekend re-decorating the downstairs of our town house. We had a blast hunting for furniture and accessories at antique stores and retro shops all over Indy, and were pretty excited with the results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixwsWiSZFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BuxozlbqEwg/s1600-h/May+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352450357186395346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Ske5PcoB_NI/AAAAAAAAASI/n4FFpwLB838/s320/May+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344770765047882834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixwsWiSZFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BuxozlbqEwg/s320/May+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a couple of weeks at home it was time to head out for another two weeks on the road. First I spent a week in College Station, TX with the national officers for a week of training and coaching. It was weird to be there and know that I almost ended up there for grad school, and wonder about how different life would be now if I had gone there! I had a good week being with the team, and catching up with my old FFA friend Dustin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From College Station I headed straight to Asheville, North Carolina for the much anticipated wedding of Christy &amp;amp; Elio! I love both of them so much! It was a BEAUTIFUL setting (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.groveparkinn.com/Leisure/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Grove Park Inn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;), a beautiful ceremony, and a blast of a reception with great friends from all over the country. Congratulations to the Chiarellis! Friends at the wedding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course I had lots of fun dancing with Barrett :) We don't get to do that very often these days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixvFxvoPdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Hi2eHL2obOE/s1600-h/wedding+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344769002825072082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixvFxvoPdI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Hi2eHL2obOE/s320/wedding+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really miss Tate, the most southern gentleman I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixvFtrQHBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/NPvowauFfQY/s1600-h/wedding+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344769001732971538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixvFtrQHBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/NPvowauFfQY/s320/wedding+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erica... she thinks her name is Shelby. Her favorite colors are blush and bashful. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixvFZXOtmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1URUDnhX4yI/s1600-h/wedding+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344768996280284770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixvFZXOtmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1URUDnhX4yI/s320/wedding+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Amy. I miss long bike rides and suffering through runs with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixvFOawbBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/if3fg_TaTlM/s1600-h/wedding+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344768993342286866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixvFOawbBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/if3fg_TaTlM/s320/wedding+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From one wedding to another... I headed from Asheville to Fayetteville for the wedding of Tracy &amp;amp; Seth. Talk about a fun and special week! I spent a few days with the family before Tracy &amp;amp; Seth arrived in town (and got to rub my little sister's pregnant belly for the first time!). After that, wedding fun and preparation began!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me with Melissa and Tracy, high school best friends at the bachellorette party:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixtYlUklxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SL5TfIIGXoo/s1600-h/Tracy%27s+Wedding+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344767126884620050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixtYlUklxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/SL5TfIIGXoo/s320/Tracy%27s+Wedding+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breck and Jennie: new friends are a perk of friends getting married! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344767135924882530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixtZG_8DGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aISNxaF0U2M/s320/Tracy%27s+Wedding+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tracy married a Buckeye fan. Luckily I have Jennie, a fellow Gator to keep me company when I'm among all the OSU people... We love to give them a hard time! I love her! (Us downtown after the rehearsal dinner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344767126539795458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixtYkCW_AI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/PwtgLdhx3I8/s320/Tracy%27s+Wedding+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jennie and I with the groom's cake. In case you're not familiar with Gator football, we're holding up the score of the national championship football game the Gators won against the buckeyes. (41-14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixtYA8wBoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1R7wOEh2aa0/s1600-h/Tracy%27s+Wedding+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344767117121029762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixtYA8wBoI/AAAAAAAAAPI/1R7wOEh2aa0/s320/Tracy%27s+Wedding+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It was so good to hang out with Melissa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sixrl1XWf3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/BKE8O_Ckzrk/s1600-h/Tracy%27s+Wedding+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344765155506290546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sixrl1XWf3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/BKE8O_Ckzrk/s320/Tracy%27s+Wedding+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We love getting together with Hawley when we're home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sixrlt7OMhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oFlwxry_6T0/s1600-h/Tracy%27s+Wedding+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344765153509257746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sixrlt7OMhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/oFlwxry_6T0/s320/Tracy%27s+Wedding+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If everyone had a Tracy in their life, the world would be a better place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixrlUNdh-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/GLuOe6yzcqw/s1600-h/Tracy%27s+Wedding+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344765146606438370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixrlUNdh-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/GLuOe6yzcqw/s320/Tracy%27s+Wedding+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; She married a wonderful man! (Who I like to claim responsibility for her meeting, as I drug her to the concert where they met) I like to call Seth my best friend in-law. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixrlMQ5ZFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lC3wPr7IvYI/s1600-h/Tracy%27s+Wedding+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344765144473363538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixrlMQ5ZFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/lC3wPr7IvYI/s320/Tracy%27s+Wedding+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The girls from high school: Melissa, Sarah, Tracy, Crystal and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344767141079807266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SixtZaM99SI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eue4paC0L9U/s320/Tracy%27s+Wedding+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Nash-Rothey wedding was so fun and such a blessing to be a part of. Thanks to both families for your work and hosting wonderful events! It couldn't have been better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So there you have it... the last couple of months summed up into a few pictuers and paragraphs. As for what's happening now, things are really starting to get busy again. Although national FFA convention is not until October, planning is starting to really pick up, and I'm doing a lot of prep work for when the national officers are in town for convention planning and training. This week I'll head out on my last bit of vacation for a very long time :). I'm going to DC for the 4th of July - I'll get to see my roommate who I've been without all summer, as well as LOTS of great friends from all over the country. After that, it's back to Indy, traveling for work, and full-on convention planning and execution. I'm excited, nervous, anxious and ready for all of it! Bring it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-5806440239222855162?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/5806440239222855162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-overdue-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/5806440239222855162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/5806440239222855162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-overdue-update.html' title='Long Overdue Update'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SjutpeAGH-I/AAAAAAAAASA/42tNWfvK3-A/s72-c/April+09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-129658402768541461</id><published>2009-04-13T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:30:01.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Without Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Thursday, April 16th go barefoot to help TOMS Shoes rasie awareness for the One for One movement. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Day Without Shoes&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;is a nationwide event to get the word out about how TOMS is changing the lives of children in need. Learn more and check out the video&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/content.asp?tid=284"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There are also many local shoeless events - check out TOMS shoes to see if there is one in your area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hope you'll join in to raise awareness! Peace, love &amp;amp; TOMS. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-129658402768541461?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/129658402768541461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day-without-shoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/129658402768541461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/129658402768541461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-day-without-shoes.html' title='One Day Without Shoes'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-9058994753119163814</id><published>2009-04-07T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:22:28.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Read &amp; the Power of Pennies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One day I was in the airport and I randomly picked up this book and decided to buy it:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322114233559906226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sdvyspljd7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/wK8v1sZgbt0/s320/Three+Cups+of+Tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I really wasn't sure what I was getting in to when I opened up, but I was soon engrossed in the AMAZING story of Greg Mortenson. It describes his journey that started out as a failed attempt to climb Pakistan's K2 (the second highest mountain in the world) and ended with him establishing schools to promote peace in some of the most remote regions of Pakistan and Afghanistan. He went from lost to homeless to hero in a matter of a few years. If you're in to mountain climbing, adventure, peace, fighting terrorism, or changing the world, this is a MUST READ. (You can get it on Amazon for less than $10!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My good friend Jill:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322114238855694514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sdvys9UKyLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/H4S5a4wTxEM/s320/RD+JC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is involved in something really cool related to &lt;em&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/em&gt; and Mortenson's cause. Jill works for the Center for Peace Studies and Violence Prevention at Virginia Tech that was formed out of the tragedy that happened there April 16th, 2007. The Center's student affiliate organization, Students for Non-Violence, is bringing Greg Mortenson, author of the book, to campus on April 15th. (I am so jealous and wish I could be there!) As a part of that they are organizing a "Pennies for Peace" drive on campus as well. Their goal is that the VT community can raise enough funds to build a school in Pakistan/Afghanistan and maintain it for 5 years at a donation of only $1.77 per student on campus. How cool! Some of us at FFA are getting busy collecting pennies for Jill as well. If you're interested in learning more about the cause or how you can help with the Pennies for Peace campaign at VT (or just have some spare change!), please let me know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Good luck, Jill! You are involved in a really cool cause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news, this weekend I'm heading out of town for a couple of weeks. Stops include Chico &amp;amp; Fresno, CA, Gainesville &amp;amp; Clearwater, FL. I'm hoping to have some fabulous stories and pictures to share from my adventures! And... if you're in one of those towns I'm so excited to see you soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-9058994753119163814?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/9058994753119163814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-read-power-of-pennies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/9058994753119163814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/9058994753119163814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-read-power-of-pennies.html' title='A Good Read &amp; the Power of Pennies'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sdvyspljd7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/wK8v1sZgbt0/s72-c/Three+Cups+of+Tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-7210077314462586364</id><published>2009-03-29T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:05:45.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Bracelet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have this bracelet that my friend Marcus gave me. It's pretty simple - red and black, and made from reeds. The cool thing about it is that it was hand made in Uganda and the cash that Marcus paid for it went to help put children in Uganda through school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318759516881792354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SdAHmcF3rWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1TIwM-TlSek/s320/bracelet-header.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Bracelet Campaign is just one of the cool things that Invisible Children is doing to change people's lives around the world. A quick run-down on Invisible Children:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three young college filmmakers, Jason, Bobby and Laren traveled to Africa in the spring of 2003 in search of a story. When they witnessed how the unseen war in Northern Uganada was affecting the children there they were both "disgusted and inspired". They told their stories in &lt;em&gt;Invisible Children: Rough Cut&lt;/em&gt;, a documentary about their experieneces in Uganda. The complete story, &lt;em&gt;The Final Cut, &lt;/em&gt;is coming to theatres soon. Keep your eyes out for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Becuase of these experiences, Jason, Bobby and Laren went beyond the film and founded Invisble Children, a nonprofit working to transform apathy into activism. They have many campaigns in addition to the bracelet campagin mentioned above, and I could never do this organization justice in a blog post. So... check out the website - &lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/home.php"&gt;http://www.invisiblechildren.com/home.php&lt;/a&gt; - it's really powerful, really cool, and really inspiring. Also... here's a link to one of my favorite Invisbile Children videos... it's short - and the message applies to so much more than just this singular cause... please take a minute to watch it! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JUwYkiKWlI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JUwYkiKWlI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS - thanks for the bracelet Marcus! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-7210077314462586364?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/7210077314462586364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favorite-bracelet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7210077314462586364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7210077314462586364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favorite-bracelet.html' title='My Favorite Bracelet'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SdAHmcF3rWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1TIwM-TlSek/s72-c/bracelet-header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-4499678227406242624</id><published>2009-03-05T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:38:28.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes for Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I first started this blog I knew that one of the first people/companies I wanted to share was this one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Shoes for Tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, what's so special about TOMS? It's pretty simple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310541292038043346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLVKyz4ttI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3gh8EIeCTyY/s320/WEB_Banner_Blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My (healthy) obsession with TOMS began last year when my friend forwarded me a job post... She said it was with a really cool company that made her think about me. Well, I wasn't looking for a new job, but it sounded interesting, so I checked out their website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was surprised and inspired by the story I found there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;In a nutshell, this guy Blake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310540346794570386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLUTxgR8pI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oVGo2SwnaBo/s320/Blake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;went to Argentina on vacation in 2006. While he was there he was stricken by the poverty he saw, especially among children. Many children couldn't afford shoes to wear, and as a result were contracting some pretty nasty diseases through their feet. (Let that sink if for a moment. NO SHOES. And because of that, they were getting sick. Can you even imagine? The reality of that situation is so hard for me to grasp when i have a closet full of shoes I only wear with certain outfits.) Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;That could've easily been the end of the story, but it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Blake designed a simple canvas shoe based on the traditional Argentine alpargata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310547916259680722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLbMX9ZYdI/AAAAAAAAANw/SfrKD5dqy-w/s320/White+toms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That May Blake started selling the shoes from his apartment with a simple philosophy: for every shoe he sold he'd give one to a child in need. By October of that year he'd sold over 10,000 pairs and in turn delivered 10,000 pairs to Argentina in what TOMS calls a &lt;strong&gt;shoe drop&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since then TOMS has &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;given away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; over &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;130,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pairs of shoes and plans to give over 300,000 more this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After learning more about TOMS I was sold. I purchased a pair for myself and for every staff member of the Washington Leadership Conference last year. Because the conference was about service, I figured TOMS were the perfect shoes for us to sport all summer. We got white shoes, had a party, and painted them... TOMS calls it "Style Your Sole." h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://styleyoursole.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ttp://styleyoursole.tomsshoes.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (We each painted ours to represent an area of service we were committed to).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had a ton of fun and all ended up with a very unique pair of shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me painting my shoes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309832241439029778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbBQSnfjuhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/RtdQWu0xt8Q/s320/RD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The group modeling our finished products: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbBQSaLpKTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U5msAMHJWjY/s1600-h/Toms+Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309832237865838898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbBQSaLpKTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/U5msAMHJWjY/s320/Toms+Shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasons I love wearing TOMS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. They're very comfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. They're unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. I always get asked about them when I wear them, which gives me an opportunity to share the story about a cool company making the world better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There is definitely a color and design for everyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310546121843696882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLZj7PSZPI/AAAAAAAAANg/0TQ4TOAkvIA/s320/rope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310546113654109490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLZjcuvNTI/AAAAAAAAANY/-CLWBnKSbss/s320/red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310546112511009794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLZjYeM5AI/AAAAAAAAANQ/VUgW-Bic9NE/s320/green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310546109318609266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLZjMlEuXI/AAAAAAAAANI/XA2BaeO0DrA/s320/dots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310547910994356306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLbMEWC6FI/AAAAAAAAANo/ZSxw6mFPIgo/s320/splatter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they don't just sell shoes. They have some pretty sweet other merchandise, like my most recent purchase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310555580651194850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLiKgCuyeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ZrIRt2uABMQ/s320/t-shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310555593167986898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLiLOq94NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OTMDUZnoJTQ/s320/t-shirt+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It combines my favorite shoes with my favorite quote! And the "one for one" applies to &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; you buy from TOMS - so you buy a t-shirt, hat, etc... a kid gets a pair of shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All this being said, here's what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is most incredible and ispiring to me about this company: The founder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Blake Mycoskie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a guy, pretty young, who saw a need in the world ... and then - get this - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;DID something ABOUT it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To me, Blake is proof that we really can change the world. That one person &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make a difference. It all started selling some canvas shoes out of his apartment... and now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;130,000 lives are better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;because of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So what does it mean for us? Realistically, most of us are probably not called to start a company of such magnitude. But... every time I put on my TOMS I'm reminded of how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lame my excuses are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for not doing more to make the world a better place. If Blake Mycoskie can do so much in such a short time, we can all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;do a little more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;whether it's making the extra effort to separate trash and recyclables, volunteering for a local cause, giving a little more to the charity we support, or even making a commitment to seek out and buy from compainies that give back, like TOMS. It's just about changing our mindset to realize that what we do does matter... and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Change the World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read more about the TOMS story or buy some shoes at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.tomsshoes.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and check out this cool video: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD4f-KkAqwM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LD4f-KkAqwM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peace, love &amp;amp; TOMS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-4499678227406242624?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/4499678227406242624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoes-for-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/4499678227406242624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/4499678227406242624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoes-for-tomorrow.html' title='Shoes for Tomorrow'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SbLVKyz4ttI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3gh8EIeCTyY/s72-c/WEB_Banner_Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-6060312956651739096</id><published>2009-02-26T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:57:06.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Africa More Than Africa Needs Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was an exciting day... because I got a new t-shirt in the mail! I bought a shirt from Mocha Club's latest campaign... "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need Africa more than Africa needs me." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's a pretty sweet shirt - I've already worn it (and it's REALLY comfy!) Check it out below!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307195620009095426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SabyTDQmsQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XlE0r13bM_I/s320/inaheader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So why do I need Africa? Check out this video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAB-zJPsJjs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAB-zJPsJjs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The really cool news is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyone who joins Mocha Club right now gets the shirt for FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And the even better news... &lt;strong&gt;Marshall and I's team&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORANGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is on-line&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307197306709746466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/Sabz1OtYIyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/F3GeNOslox0/s320/MC.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To join our team for just the cost of 2 mochas a month go to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mochaclub.org/joinme/Renee_Durham"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.mochaclub.org/joinme/Renee_Durham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-6060312956651739096?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/6060312956651739096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-africa-more-than-africa-needs-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/6060312956651739096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/6060312956651739096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-africa-more-than-africa-needs-me.html' title='I Need Africa More Than Africa Needs Me...'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SabyTDQmsQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/XlE0r13bM_I/s72-c/inaheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-7669103539974989476</id><published>2009-02-22T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:57:40.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you love coffee as much as I do? Not only do I love coffee, I love coffee that costs a &lt;em&gt;ridiculous amount of money&lt;/em&gt;. Although I know that in my head, I just can't help stopping at Starbucks for a latte or mocha once in a while. I wonder how much money I spend at Starbucks in a month. What does this have to do with anything? Keep reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few nights ago Marshall and I went to a small music venue here in Indy to see a Dave Barnes concert. I've been a Dave Barnes fan for a couple of years, (thanks to Marshall who introduced me to his music). He's got a great voice, puts on a fantastic (and really funny) show, and I love his music. So for those reasons alone, you should check him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davebarnes.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305725694404332178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SaG5aHqiCpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mP-IQ2D3SI8/s320/Dave+Album.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So all that is really cool, but there's even more reason to love him. Many of Dave's song lyrics hint at something bigger than himself. Hearing him singing about changing your own actions because of others in need (&lt;em&gt;10,000 children) &lt;/em&gt;and changing the world (&lt;em&gt;Brothers &amp;amp; Sisters&lt;/em&gt;), I assumed that on some level Dave Barnes 1) is living for something more, and 2) has a heart for service. Seeing him in concert for the first time, I realized that both of those assumptions are true - and probably to a bigger degree than I'd realized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In the middle of his set, Dave slowed things way down and took about 15 minutes to talk about his experiences serving in Africa (he's been 4 times) and working with &lt;strong&gt;Mocha Club. &lt;/strong&gt;Mocha Club is an organization working to tie together two communities - ours and Africa - by encouraging people to give as little as $7 a month... &lt;em&gt;roughly the cost of two mochas&lt;/em&gt;. In fact, I'm sitting at Starbucks right now and the board lists a grande mocha at $3.65... so two of those is less than a monthly membership to Mocha Club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A musician rocking out and then all of a sudden stopping and using a chunk of his show to talk about serving and giving? And... seven dollars? To help create change? Seriously? Yeah. Here's what $7 can do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305730292410060194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SaG9lwkhjaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3aFfs2ntMq4/s320/7+dollars+can.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, I often struggle with doing "small things" to help. It never feels like enough... and sometimes because it's so small it makes it feel like it doesn't really matter (verbalizing that makes me feel wretched). But I looked at the numbers above. And I looked at the faces in the pictures and videos on the Mocha Club website and have done my best to make them &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; to me and &lt;strong&gt;not just images&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SaHBpI-9p3I/AAAAAAAAALo/M9hk4cHyFC4/s1600-h/Africa+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305734748549523314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SaHBpI-9p3I/AAAAAAAAALo/M9hk4cHyFC4/s320/Africa+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SaHBpGFtzXI/AAAAAAAAALg/URrjnhtWiY4/s1600-h/Africa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305734747772538226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SaHBpGFtzXI/AAAAAAAAALg/URrjnhtWiY4/s320/Africa+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SaHBpNWMD5I/AAAAAAAAALY/89wbgvXaIVM/s1600-h/Africa+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305734749720678290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SaHBpNWMD5I/AAAAAAAAALY/89wbgvXaIVM/s320/Africa+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I try to put myself in their place (which is SO hard in our life of excess and riches.) And I realized - if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got to drink clean water for a year, or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;got a quick shot that saved me from dying from Malaria - I would fiercely believe that &lt;strong&gt;$7 is enough to make a difference&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I signed up. Marshall and I created a team - Orange and Blue (I know... real creative) and because of that, we each got a free Dave Barnes CD. Come to find out, Dave Barnes (as well as other musicians like Matt Wertz) has been giving away free CD's all year... for signing up to join Mocha club, for recruiting more people to join, etc. I wonder how many CD's Dave Barnes has given away in the last year that he &lt;em&gt;could have profited from&lt;/em&gt;, but chose not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He's parting with serious revenue. I'm parting with a couple of cups of coffee. Coffee that I really enjoy... but still just coffee. You know, maybe it's not coffee for you. Maybe you hate coffee. If that's the case, what's your "mocha"? What do you spend $7 a month on that is nice but you could easily part with and not really miss or maybe even not notice it's gone? McDonald's? People magazine? A movie? I know that we hear these pitches all the time for hundreds of different charities. Quit ignoring them. Pick one - whether it's Mocha Club or not - and give something that you don't really need anyway. Now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you want to join Mocha Club, or just learn more about what they're doing in Africa, check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.mochaclub.org/"&gt;http://www.mochaclub.org/&lt;/a&gt;. You can join my team! (However... because I signed up on paper at the concert my team info isn't live on the website yet, so hang tight :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And... be sure to check out Dave Barnes on his website or iTunes - a really cool musician doing cool things for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;10,000 children are my invitation to change. To continue in excess suddenly feels oh so strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Dave Barnes, 10,000 Children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-7669103539974989476?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/7669103539974989476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-love-coffee-as-much-as-i-do-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7669103539974989476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7669103539974989476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-love-coffee-as-much-as-i-do-not.html' title='An Invitation'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SaG5aHqiCpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mP-IQ2D3SI8/s72-c/Dave+Album.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-1622196564734934743</id><published>2009-01-30T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:12:21.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoroughly  Japan (now with pictures!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last few days have been exhausting! For the first time since we arrived in Japan the travel and all the activity has started to catch up with me. (So... because of that I'm going to be lazy and not post pictures. I'll update soon). Something else that's happened in the last few days - it seems our experiences have become more and more authenticly Japanese (well... most of them). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wednesday we left Tokyo and headed to Nikko. The landscape was very different - we entered mountain country. We visited one of the best tofu factories and sampled A LOT of tofu cooked many different ways. Some of it was a struggle to get down... some of it tasted amazing! Who knew you could make donuts and cheese cake mousse out of tofu? After lunch (of more tofu) we toured a huge shrine in Nikko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGwbRWEvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/b3jc2WPgAvA/s1600-h/DSCF2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297366490718540530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGwbRWEvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/b3jc2WPgAvA/s320/DSCF2968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then... one of the highlights of our trip so far (ok... I know everything seems to be a highlight, but I'm SERIOUS.) We arrived at a ryokan... a traditional Japanese style hotel. When our bus pulled up we were greeted by 4 staff members at the door (in kimonos no lesss) and immediately whisked into a sitting room for sweets and green tea. Then they took our bags up to our rooms for us - traditional japanese style with multipurpose rooms, tatmi mats and slippers so you don't wear your shoes inside - and made tea for us and showed us how to put on our yukatas - casual cotton kimonos. While at the Ryokan you wear your yukata EVERYWHERE - in the lobby, to dinner, to the bathouse (a whole other story)... it was AWESOME. I loved the yukata and will definitely be buying one before I leave to replace my bathrobe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yukatas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGvm4EGfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/g1z7LpRDUbg/s1600-h/DSCF3073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297366476653861362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGvm4EGfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/g1z7LpRDUbg/s320/DSCF3073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A shot of my room: You can see my futon bed on the floor, and a massage chair (yeah... I had two!) behind that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQEa1-2eeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BagJFe9fqbw/s1600-h/DSCF3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297363920908351970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQEa1-2eeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BagJFe9fqbw/s320/DSCF3077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After we got settled in, all the girls went to the communal bathouse. (The boys did too, but I definitely don't know those details!) We were a little nervous, but we were the only ones there, so it was perfect for our first time. We were definitely more modest than the Japanese, but we LOVED the hot tubs - two inside and one outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dinner was served in a private room and was amanzing - and 100% japanese. Some of it was fantastic - for the first time I sincerely ENJOYED my raw tuna (and a whole baby trout - eyes and all - see below) and some of it was harder to stomach with a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGwPrSh-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/H_si47wukyg/s1600-h/DSCF3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297366487606134754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGwPrSh-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/H_si47wukyg/s320/DSCF3029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGwAiUYiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5RzCLSRrwBg/s1600-h/DSCF3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297366483541975586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGwAiUYiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5RzCLSRrwBg/s320/DSCF3059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After dinner we had an oragami and calligraphy lesson from Chieko - we had so much fun hanging our with her and learning from her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oragmai: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGv7jYJJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VROZiuNKH2k/s1600-h/DSCF3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297366482204238994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGv7jYJJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VROZiuNKH2k/s320/DSCF3063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We went back to the bathouse after that and that night I slept on the floor on the futon mat and tatmai mats in my yukata - with the balcony door open so I could hear the running water of the stream outside - and it was the best sleep I've had yet. I could seriously go on and on about this experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The next morning we took to nature and visited two beautiful waterfalls and a crystal clear lake in the mountain area. It was really cool to see some of the natural beauty of Japan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQCj6wLP2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/84sHGv3wJ8Q/s1600-h/DSCF3207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297361877784543074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQCj6wLP2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/84sHGv3wJ8Q/s320/DSCF3207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQEaBMHy7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/vVn2UVMGsIA/s1600-h/DSCF3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297363906736933810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQEaBMHy7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/vVn2UVMGsIA/s320/DSCF3230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQEaaWcRXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/i4d-n4RsMeg/s1600-h/DSCF3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297363913491105138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQEaaWcRXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/i4d-n4RsMeg/s320/DSCF3172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQEaqEl5gI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f5KO2AsXWbw/s1600-h/DSCF3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297363917711205890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQEaqEl5gI/AAAAAAAAAI8/f5KO2AsXWbw/s320/DSCF3110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then we went to our first FFJ school visit. It was awesome - the students were so friendly and excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;National FFA and National FFJ presidents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQCjSSxrMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U0hkgCBfZkw/s1600-h/DSCF3362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297361866923814082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQCjSSxrMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/U0hkgCBfZkw/s320/DSCF3362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQCjbD0MgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Tlv1whfhdXc/s1600-h/DSCF3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297361869276983810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQCjbD0MgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Tlv1whfhdXc/s320/DSCF3423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQCjsUz9mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3hnlMC42Mw8/s1600-h/DSCF3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297361873911674466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQCjsUz9mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/3hnlMC42Mw8/s320/DSCF3585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yes, they even wear slippers in school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We went back to Tokyo for the night and ate dinner at a famous Indian restaraunt near in Ginza (ok... so not everything is Japanese!) I was nervous because my one experience with Indian food was not a pleasant one, but it was FANTASTIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today we took the bullet train to Nagoya. Sadly, we all fell asleep and totally missed passing Mt. Fuji. In Nagoya we went to the port where they import hundreds of thousands of tons of US grain every month. It was very cool. Some pictures of us at the port:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQCjLPBSOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LnkRW35R2Hk/s1600-h/DSCF3480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297361865029011682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQCjLPBSOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LnkRW35R2Hk/s320/DSCF3480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQATvxIkhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9-rReA7qKJc/s1600-h/DSCF3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297359400934609426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQATvxIkhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9-rReA7qKJc/s320/DSCF3475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This afternoon we visited another school with FFJ members. They had a party for us where we ate many food products prepared by the students and played games. Then the officers left with their host families, where they will be for the next two nights. What an exciting experience for them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Riley at the party, helping make dumplings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQAS3Ck-xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xRm3izPx0uo/s1600-h/DSCF3616.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQAS3Ck-xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xRm3izPx0uo/s1600-h/DSCF3616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297359385706953490" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQAS3Ck-xI/AAAAAAAAAHc/xRm3izPx0uo/s320/DSCF3616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Paul and his host brother, Riley meeting his host brother, and Regina with her host sister: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQAS_Z59AI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ryVPtqUi-o8/s1600-h/DSCF3607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297359387952280578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQAS_Z59AI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ryVPtqUi-o8/s320/DSCF3607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQATMBRbEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/59A9tsefosY/s1600-h/DSCF3591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297359391338622018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQATMBRbEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/59A9tsefosY/s320/DSCF3591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQATTL-N8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/8iiRY8OrPSw/s1600-h/DSCF3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297359393262548930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQATTL-N8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/8iiRY8OrPSw/s320/DSCF3594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The adults are staying a hotel in downtown Nagoya. Tonight we get some extra (and much needed) rest. We'll meet up with the officers and their host families tomorrow for a farm tour. For now... I'm getting some sleep. Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-1622196564734934743?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/1622196564734934743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoroughly-japan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/1622196564734934743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/1622196564734934743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoroughly-japan.html' title='Thoroughly  Japan (now with pictures!)'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SYQGwbRWEvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/b3jc2WPgAvA/s72-c/DSCF2968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-3861403963169048513</id><published>2009-01-27T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:15:06.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A quick recap of yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We started off the morning at the US Embassy where we were briefed on the state of agricultural trade and affairs between the US &amp;amp; Japan. We spent the afternoon and evening at the headquarters of Mitsui, our sponsor for this trip. After our meetings with Mitsui they hosted a reception where we got to meet and hang out with several of their junior staff members, who are close to my age. It was fun to visit with them and learn from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Qq9qGwSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/c4e10wMqpJM/s1600-h/DSCF2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295899648358531362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Qq9qGwSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/c4e10wMqpJM/s320/DSCF2164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried a sushi roll with salmon eggs. My Mitsui friend was very nervous for me, but I ate it like a champ. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QqqljDsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T4xbSfA9QLg/s1600-h/DSCF2170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295899643239141058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QqqljDsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/T4xbSfA9QLg/s320/DSCF2170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QqaB9LVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HIPM3dcmsCM/s1600-h/DSCF2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295899638794890578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QqaB9LVI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HIPM3dcmsCM/s320/DSCF2177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mitsui Junior staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was a very special day - one that I think will be hard to top! I think it's hard to describe what we experienced today in words, but I'll give it a stab. (That's why there are lots of pictures, which also don't do the day justice). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning we left our hotel at 5 am for the Tsukiji fish market - the largest market of its kind in the world! The place was already busy when we got there way before dawn. As we walked down the streets of Tokyo we could smell the fish several blocks away from the actual market. We arrived and walked through a maze of allies packed with small shops like the one below: already open and preparing for a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QqYQ9NbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/94xzgcOuy0A/s1600-h/DSCF2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295899638320936370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QqYQ9NbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/94xzgcOuy0A/s320/DSCF2192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way to a warehouse. As we stepped in we saw a floor that was lined with fresh tuna ready for auction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QKtTIEaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/txFGuw3q5Lw/s1600-h/DSCF2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295899094211367330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QKtTIEaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/txFGuw3q5Lw/s320/DSCF2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were men running around everywhere, examining the tuna closely and taking notes on which ones they wanted to bid on:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QK4ssjgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E29T3lYioS0/s1600-h/DSCF2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295899097271406082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QK4ssjgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/E29T3lYioS0/s320/DSCF2239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also seemed like a social affair as many of them visited and laughed together. It's clear they work together often. But then, the bells started ringing and things got serious. Everyone started dashing for the lines of tuna they wanted to bid on and the auction started. As they auctioned it sounded more like a song or tribal chant than our auctioneers.&lt;br /&gt;Below: an auctioneer with a bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QKefNl5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/exSa3nagJaI/s1600-h/DSCF2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295899090235529106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QKefNl5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/exSa3nagJaI/s320/DSCF2258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we made our way to another warehouse full of frozen tuna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QKDokt9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Gu_EhDFzS-E/s1600-h/DSCF2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295899083027036114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QKDokt9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Gu_EhDFzS-E/s320/DSCF2271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QJwfmM0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/6NLMM1eqM1Q/s1600-h/DSCF2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295899077889110850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7QJwfmM0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/6NLMM1eqM1Q/s320/DSCF2306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we left that warehouse I heard a guy talking to a japanese man about how the acution worked, and I looked up and one foot away from me was Zac Effron! No kidding! And then I looked to my left and there was Vanessa Hudgens! I was being pushed out the door and didn't get to say anything or get a picture, but we saw them again later in the market and Regina snapped a couple photos of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the tuna goes: (this market is right outside the warehouse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7PJawiirI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eMbjkfu1o98/s1600-h/DSCF2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295897972542966450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7PJawiirI/AAAAAAAAAGM/eMbjkfu1o98/s320/DSCF2316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7PJRSFu8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/luSVV3NBPZs/s1600-h/DSCF2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295897969999330242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7PJRSFu8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/luSVV3NBPZs/s320/DSCF2323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the alley/market place there were small restaraunts. We went into one and the 12 of us litterally packed the place - there was only a bar to sit at. We had a very expensive breakfast - tons of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7PJLgKwDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5O-2lF6lD1c/s1600-h/DSCF2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295897968447766578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7PJLgKwDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5O-2lF6lD1c/s320/DSCF2344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi. Yeah - kind of strange at 6:30 am, but I ate a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we went to the home and farm of the Hagiwara family. This is Mr. Hagiwara, a 13th generation farmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7OyrZeH6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/PudabPdRtYE/s1600-h/DSCF2658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295897581872619426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7OyrZeH6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/PudabPdRtYE/s320/DSCF2658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He and his family were absolutely wonderful. We met the whole family, including his son Aaoi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7OyZ0SmnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Dr5OAJwNFpA/s1600-h/DSCF2572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295897577153272434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7OyZ0SmnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Dr5OAJwNFpA/s320/DSCF2572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first arrived they showed us how to make "sticky rice" balls - a very traditional food in Japan. Here is his mom steaming rice (this is in their front yard):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Ox79FfkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tihJdD9FkQ0/s1600-h/DSCF2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295897569137098306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Ox79FfkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tihJdD9FkQ0/s320/DSCF2399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rice was put in a stump that was carved into a big bowl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Oxk5U7kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/I6TitQu3UCs/s1600-h/DSCF2405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295897562947317314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Oxk5U7kI/AAAAAAAAAFc/I6TitQu3UCs/s320/DSCF2405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took turns pounding it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Ow7NhFbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8XPrsAJofYE/s1600-h/DSCF2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295897551757710770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Ow7NhFbI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8XPrsAJofYE/s320/DSCF2464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went inside their home (a very traditional and beautiful Japanese home) where Mrs. Hagawara prepared lunch for us (including sticky rice balls made out of the rice we helped make outside). It was very special - the food was wonderful and everything we ate came from their farm (and was all organic). They definitely welcomed us as family at their table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7NRcf7NxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_m13b8etLYE/s1600-h/DSCF2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295895911425849106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7NRcf7NxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_m13b8etLYE/s320/DSCF2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also showed us many family heirlooms that are very old, including this pipe below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7NSWsNs7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5YLJHV4ehcc/s1600-h/DSCF2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295895927046648754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7NSWsNs7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5YLJHV4ehcc/s320/DSCF2560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we toured the farm - the grow a number of things there, including organic vegetables and herbs. I really liked this old van that had been converted into a storage place for tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7NQzMTfvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HariEs26sd8/s1600-h/DSCF2637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295895900337700594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7NQzMTfvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HariEs26sd8/s320/DSCF2637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent several hours walking around their farm, and down neighboring paths. We visited with the family and especially played with Aaoi who was so fun and energetic. He was such a great reminder that people are the same no matter where you go. He had no idea that we were Americans trying to learn a new culture - he just climbed in our laps, ran, and played with us all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaoi and his grandma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7MpAuxESI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wfV3-8nClVw/s1600-h/DSCF2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295895216777138466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7MpAuxESI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wfV3-8nClVw/s320/DSCF2734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of their neighbors working on her farm: (I think she thought we were crazy for taking pictures of her) She rattled on in japanese to Nessie and I as if we could understand even when we kept shrugging our shoulders - but she just smiled and kept talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Mo7xF1PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/42Jj3BbYMqM/s1600-h/DSCF2696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295895215444710642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Mo7xF1PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/42Jj3BbYMqM/s320/DSCF2696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to a playground where the officers had a lot of fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7ModKRMQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aJhnaG9uVaw/s1600-h/DSCF2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295895207228813570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7ModKRMQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aJhnaG9uVaw/s320/DSCF2763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7MoIRH87I/AAAAAAAAADs/idvoKbXpFGg/s1600-h/DSCF2771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295895201620423602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7MoIRH87I/AAAAAAAAADs/idvoKbXpFGg/s320/DSCF2771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all very sad when we had to leave. It's incredible how quickly you can bond with people - even people very different from you - when you have open hearts and open minds. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Mn7ZoM1I/AAAAAAAAADk/2GoSIk1aQqk/s1600-h/DSCF2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295895198166430546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Mn7ZoM1I/AAAAAAAAADk/2GoSIk1aQqk/s320/DSCF2803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-3861403963169048513?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/3861403963169048513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-no-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3861403963169048513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/3861403963169048513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-no-words.html' title='There are no words...'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SX7Qq9qGwSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/c4e10wMqpJM/s72-c/DSCF2164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-4114138231278105187</id><published>2009-01-25T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T04:39:41.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Tokyo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was fabulous! We spent the day sightseeing in Tokyo. Here is a snapshot of what we experienced:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of Imperial Palace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxYL8sWKBI/AAAAAAAAADM/LkGHw66_MW0/s1600-h/DSCF1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295204224174794770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxYL8sWKBI/AAAAAAAAADM/LkGHw66_MW0/s320/DSCF1506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The largest shrine in Tokyo. First you walk through the gate &amp;amp; you are purified mentally and spiritually. Then you cleanse your hands and mouth with water to purify physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxXbgnYTSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8AxuYiv4fyU/s1600-h/DSCF1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295203392004050210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxXbgnYTSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8AxuYiv4fyU/s320/DSCF1228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxXb77Bx6I/AAAAAAAAADE/fCuat0gAScc/s1600-h/DSCF1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295203399334217634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxXb77Bx6I/AAAAAAAAADE/fCuat0gAScc/s320/DSCF1275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took part in a traditional Japanese tea ceremony. This ceremony dates back five hundred years. I was chosen as the guest of honor :) and sat to the left of the host, was served first and gave a speech on behalf of our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxYMdbv4TI/AAAAAAAAADc/wxQSrw02cjg/s1600-h/DSCF1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295204232963547442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxYMdbv4TI/AAAAAAAAADc/wxQSrw02cjg/s320/DSCF1611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxYMeFy9-I/AAAAAAAAADU/dQlfQeh84uA/s1600-h/DSCF1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295204233139910626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxYMeFy9-I/AAAAAAAAADU/dQlfQeh84uA/s320/DSCF1604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my favorite photos are ones I took of the locals:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxXbiSSfMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Vyz4FDCF8ak/s1600-h/DSCF1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295203392452459714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxXbiSSfMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Vyz4FDCF8ak/s320/DSCF1551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxXbSxGORI/AAAAAAAAACs/nBsbIxtp90o/s1600-h/DSCF1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295203388286712082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxXbSxGORI/AAAAAAAAACs/nBsbIxtp90o/s320/DSCF1682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUFn1pFEI/AAAAAAAAABk/aKBIo-9pFSk/s1600-h/DSCF1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295199717450912834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUFn1pFEI/AAAAAAAAABk/aKBIo-9pFSk/s320/DSCF1826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know what this place was called. Our guide Chieko just called it `the large paper lantern and place with 100 shops`. It was very cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxXbOHiZUI/AAAAAAAAACk/8GUPfW6_ukA/s1600-h/DSCF1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295203387038655810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxXbOHiZUI/AAAAAAAAACk/8GUPfW6_ukA/s320/DSCF1706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUE2tnDrI/AAAAAAAAABU/Q952B7ohkyg/s1600-h/DSCF1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295199704263888562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUE2tnDrI/AAAAAAAAABU/Q952B7ohkyg/s320/DSCF1769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Japanese believe smoke has healing and beautification powers, so the stand near it and waft it in their face. This is Hannah and Nessie trying to get beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxScoLcHzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4TU1oWwPmlw/s1600-h/DSCF1772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295197913656074034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxScoLcHzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4TU1oWwPmlw/s320/DSCF1772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside you could pay $1.00 to get your fortune. If it was good you took the paper with you. If it is bad you tie it to the pole and leave it behind. Nessie was sad because she got a bad fortune. (mine was a `regular` fortune).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUFYqOBkI/AAAAAAAAABc/7y9QieL18is/s1600-h/DSCF1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295199713376470594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUFYqOBkI/AAAAAAAAABc/7y9QieL18is/s320/DSCF1806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUFn1pFEI/AAAAAAAAABk/aKBIo-9pFSk/s1600-h/DSCF1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The architecture here is very unusual. The building on the left is the headquarters of a beer company and is designed to look like a glass of beer (with the foam on top). The building to the right is meant to be a flame of peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUFtpHdzI/AAAAAAAAABs/NgZzkJv_Nk0/s1600-h/DSCF1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295199719008991026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUFtpHdzI/AAAAAAAAABs/NgZzkJv_Nk0/s320/DSCF1836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This evening we took a short cruised down the river that leads to Tokyo bay. We crossed under several brideges. These are some of my favorites: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUF4Y8wnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oa5QtsubzMQ/s1600-h/DSCF1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295199721893970546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxUF4Y8wnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oa5QtsubzMQ/s320/DSCF1839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxVVuoi2FI/AAAAAAAAACE/0qwqH_vIW94/s1600-h/DSCF1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295201093664561234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxVVuoi2FI/AAAAAAAAACE/0qwqH_vIW94/s320/DSCF1861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxVVQ6zzbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OMZ1gWiu5_Y/s1600-h/DSCF1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295201085688106418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxVVQ6zzbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OMZ1gWiu5_Y/s320/DSCF1847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxVV90Sa1I/AAAAAAAAACU/VcPGlU4NFuc/s1600-h/DSCF1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295201097740348242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxVV90Sa1I/AAAAAAAAACU/VcPGlU4NFuc/s320/DSCF1938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxVVqZ8JcI/AAAAAAAAACM/GzV_tfJkjCE/s1600-h/DSCF1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295201092529563074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxVVqZ8JcI/AAAAAAAAACM/GzV_tfJkjCE/s320/DSCF1909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture shows several Tokyo skyline highlights: Japan`s own Statue of Liberty (yes, they got one from France too... who knew?); Rainbow bridge, and the bright structure behind the bridge is Tokyo tower - the tallest structure in Tokyo (it slightly taller than the eiffel tower and up close looks similar). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxVWMiochI/AAAAAAAAACc/T7KiMlpG4ys/s1600-h/DSCF2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295201101692826130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxVWMiochI/AAAAAAAAACc/T7KiMlpG4ys/s320/DSCF2027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayonara for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-4114138231278105187?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/4114138231278105187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/01/viva-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/4114138231278105187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/4114138231278105187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/01/viva-tokyo.html' title='Viva Tokyo!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXxYL8sWKBI/AAAAAAAAADM/LkGHw66_MW0/s72-c/DSCF1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-7869816157025860150</id><published>2009-01-24T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T04:15:15.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Tokyo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXr8ifhsmUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BXMcY6MlZwM/s1600-h/DSCF1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294821981436025154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXr8ifhsmUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BXMcY6MlZwM/s320/DSCF1118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We left the FFA center at 4:30 Friday morning and over 20 hours later arrived in Japan. During that time we were on two planes, crossed the international date line, lived basically a whole day, and never saw darkness. We landed at the Tokyo/Narita airport Saturday afternoon (Tokyo time), got our passports stamped and hopped on a bus to downtown Tokyo to check in to our hotel. For the first couple of nights we're staying at a Courtyard Marriot. It's very western overall, with a few subtle differences - the most noticable being the size of the rooms. I was surprised when I opened my door and found a space barely big enough for a bed and a desk, although it makes perfect sense. With land selling for up to $300,000 a square meter in some areas of Tokyo space - one of the many things we take for granted in the US - is not exactly abundant here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After checking in we walked to Ginza street - a famous area of Tokyo that is very beautiful and very busy. Looking around at the high end department stores, lights, cars and many people, I was visually reminded of Times Square. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXsEw-OOvjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2Q7D9H9zEmo/s1600-h/DSCF1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294831026287066674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXsEw-OOvjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2Q7D9H9zEmo/s320/DSCF1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But there were some key differences: the city is very clean and very quiet. No honking, no yelling... people talk at a very low level and primarily keep to themselves. The loudest sound I heard in our 15 minute walk was a baby crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dinner was traditional Japanese tempura. It was very good, and a very safe choice for our first meal in Japan... and the best Miso soup I've ever had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tomorrow we spend the whole day sightseeing in Tokyo - it's sure to be exciting. For now... I'm looking forward to laying in a bed for the first time in nearly two days! Sayonara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8263279152047991590-7869816157025860150?l=reneedurham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/feeds/7869816157025860150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7869816157025860150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8263279152047991590/posts/default/7869816157025860150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reneedurham.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-tokyo.html' title='Welcome to Tokyo!'/><author><name>Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10492363827632123393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/S-7jdR5ArrI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Ds9wsjMO9SA/S220/Beach+Jump-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0tS5EPbTlk4/SXr8ifhsmUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BXMcY6MlZwM/s72-c/DSCF1118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263279152047991590.post-7889040194785414360</id><published>2009-01-21T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:51:56.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blogging... I’ve been a skeptic for a long time. I’ve rolled the idea of starting a blog around in my head many times, but never felt like I had anything worth blogging about. So I decided that I would not create a blog until I could write something that had purpose. So... the purpose of this blog is twofold: First, I have been incredibly blessed with a job that allows me to travel often and to some very cool places. I rarely get to share all of the pictures, stories and experiences with the important people in my life. So tune in here for the latest updates when I’ve been out and about (coming soon… Japan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes my job and my travel such a blessing is more than just where I get to go and what I get to do. It’s the people that I meet. This world is full of problems bigger than most of us who live comfortable lives take time to realize. The needs that surround us – hunger, disease, environmental issues, equal rights, poverty, (just to name a few) – are overwhelming. That’s the bad news. The good news is that there are many people in this world who see those needs, and more importantly, are doing something about them. Individuals, groups, families, organizations and companies are taking steps every day to help make our world better. I’ve been lucky enough to be thrown into the paths of some of these people and organizations, and I think their stories deserve to be shared. Purpose number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s also noteworthy that the people whose stories I’ll share inspired the title of my blog. “More Than a Feeling” – yeah, it’s a song I love to listen to on a sunny day with my windows rolled down. And it’s also a reminder for me. A reminder that life is about more than the feelings we have – it’s about what we do with those feelings. So we’re inspired, energized, frustrated, elated, or convicted… big deal. Until we do something about what we experience, see and feel, it means nothing. So... here’s to doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of doing something, check out Pledge 5… an initiative by Starbucks to encourage community service. Imagine if everyone in America gave just five hours of their time to their community. What kind of impact could we make together? What a simple idea! Check it out at &lt;a href="http://pledge5.starbucks.com/"&gt;http://pledge5.starbucks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m heading to Japan with the national FFA officers Friday morning. I’ll do my best to post updates and pictures throughout the trip. The officers will also be posting daily as time and internet access allows. 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