<?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-855234562235739340</id><updated>2011-10-12T05:33:38.887-04:00</updated><category term='Date the JB Band'/><category term='Missions'/><category term='Failure Friday'/><category term='Thankful'/><category term='Jonas'/><category term='God'/><category term='Career'/><category term='Obsessions'/><category term='Vlog'/><category term='My People'/><category term='Series'/><category term='101 in 1001'/><category term='Half-Marathon'/><category term='MCA'/><category term='Tori&apos;s Stories'/><category term='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Tori Clements Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-3044333624920409448</id><published>2011-09-06T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:52:22.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for &lt;a href="http://wearetheparsonsfamily.com/"&gt;MIRACLES&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-3044333624920409448?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/3044333624920409448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/09/thankful_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3044333624920409448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3044333624920409448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/09/thankful_06.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-8216881183808855835</id><published>2011-09-05T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:35:13.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Today, I am thankful for godly roommates who give wise counsel and are an example to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-8216881183808855835?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/8216881183808855835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/09/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8216881183808855835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8216881183808855835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/09/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-7669341299372630415</id><published>2011-05-05T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:31:15.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Cornelius Plantinga, Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“But just here lies our main evasion, the one we have all practiced a thousand times: like the Israelites indicted by Jeremiah, we ‘forget God.’ (Jer 2:32; 13:25; 18:15). For weeks at a time we go through the motions, never seriously attending to God, never focusing on God, never--with all the weight of mind and heart--turning ourselves over to God. The thought that by such negligence we keep on wounding the only being who loves us with a perfect and expensive love, the thought that we are deeply entangled not only in our sin but also in the bloody remedy for it--these thoughts become bearable and routine. At last we put them away and sink into functional godlessness. When we are in that state, God does not seem very real to us. So we do not pray. The less we pray, the less real God seems to us. And the less God seems real to us, the duller our sense of responsibility becomes, and thus the duller our sense of ignoring God becomes.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so true of me! But we have hope in a good and gracious God who pursues us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Human sin is stubborn, but not as stubborn as the grace of God and not half so persistent, not half so ready to suffer to win its way.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-7669341299372630415?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/7669341299372630415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/05/cornelius-plantinga-jr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7669341299372630415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7669341299372630415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/05/cornelius-plantinga-jr.html' title='Cornelius Plantinga, Jr.'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-7439791013108320840</id><published>2011-05-01T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T14:40:20.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Psalm 19:1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22439234" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22439234"&gt;The Mountain&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/terjes"&gt;Terje Sorgjerd&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-7439791013108320840?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/7439791013108320840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/05/psalm-191.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7439791013108320840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7439791013108320840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/05/psalm-191.html' title='Psalm 19:1'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1740869709234060352</id><published>2011-04-19T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:22:01.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>100th Blog Post -- A few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>I've seen some pretty sweet videos lately, so I've decided to post them for you so you can enjoy them with me. Here we goooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come On - Rend Collective Experiment: Ok, I love this group of Irish lads and lassies. They are super-cute and I want to be their friend like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SswMKsFaHWE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd Rather Dance With You - Kings of Convenience: Awkward dancing + Ballerinas = Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OczRpuGKTfY?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Her - Steve Moakler: Messy hair, check. Acoustic guitar, check. Gigantic chiclet teeth, check. I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/isT58LbQLvE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I Will Wait For You - Janette...IKZ: All I can say is preach it, sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/igCj3jsbcqs?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ysketball Instructional Video: Thanks to Erika for introducing me to this gem. This video is fun. You know what's not fun? HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o5p8bjLrlog?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1740869709234060352?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1740869709234060352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/04/100th-blog-post-few-of-my-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1740869709234060352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1740869709234060352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/04/100th-blog-post-few-of-my-favorite.html' title='100th Blog Post -- A few of my favorite things'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SswMKsFaHWE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-13937759793906125</id><published>2011-04-06T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:00:58.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Beauty of Uncertainty and Signing Contracts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Certainty is the mark of the commonsense life – gracious uncertainty is the mark of the spiritual life. To be certain of God means that we are uncertain in all our ways, not knowing what tomorrow may bring. This is generally expressed with a sigh of sadness, but it should be an expression of breathless expectation. We are uncertain of the next step, but we are certain of God. As soon as we abandon ourselves to God, He begins to fill our lives with surprises.” - Oswald Chambers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just in friends, [&lt;em&gt;ok, not really JUST in, because this actually happened on Monday, but whatever!&lt;/em&gt;] I signed my contract and will be coming back to&amp;nbsp;MCA next year as a TEACHER. For those of you who don't know, I have never taught, ever. I'm a little scared but I'm embracing the uncertainty! By choosing to do something so different, I will get to see God work and make me into the teacher He would have me be. And that, my friends, is very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this year God has given me such a desire to get into the lives of our students, and while I get opportunities to do so&amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;working in the office, I want as many as I can possibly get. I can't wait to get into the classroom and be able to teach&amp;nbsp;them about English and literature, but then also have so many opportunities to pull&amp;nbsp;students aside and ask them about their walk with God and share Truth with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what tomorrow will bring, but I know that God is leading me and showing me amazing things that I would not have seen had my life been lived full of certainty about what tomorrow holds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_IWZEdd3rA/TZycCSQIl0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Tvm5Ckr7eY4/s1600/mariannandme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_IWZEdd3rA/TZycCSQIl0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Tvm5Ckr7eY4/s400/mariannandme.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tell me, where is God taking you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m_tNuP2xn7A/TZycMks5U2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/6kW4LvsfScw/s1600/Field+Day+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m_tNuP2xn7A/TZycMks5U2I/AAAAAAAAAk0/6kW4LvsfScw/s400/Field+Day+%25285%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-13937759793906125?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/13937759793906125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/04/beauty-of-uncertainty-and-signing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/13937759793906125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/13937759793906125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/04/beauty-of-uncertainty-and-signing.html' title='The Beauty of Uncertainty and Signing Contracts'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_IWZEdd3rA/TZycCSQIl0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Tvm5Ckr7eY4/s72-c/mariannandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4919354713766412819</id><published>2011-03-01T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:13:25.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Sensitivity Training</title><content type='html'>God has been putting me through a spiritual sensitivity training of sorts lately. What I mean by this, is that He's been prodding my heart to do things, sometimes things that don't make sense at the time or don't seem to have an impact, solely [&lt;em&gt;in my eyes, at least. His ways are higher than my ways&lt;/em&gt;] because He wants me to be sensitive to the Holy Spirit. This is something that we talk about here from time to time. If we stop listening to the Holy Spirit, we will become less and less sensitive until we can't hear Him. So even when I can't figure out why God would have me check on the girl at Whataburger who just had a flat tire when she's already on the phone with someone and isn't going to stop and have a deep, spiritual talk with me, or even when I'm joking around with the students at school but I know I need to ask them how they are doing spiritually, even if it doesn't make sense to me, God has called me to do that act of obedience and I must obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we had field day on Friday. Here's a glimpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dKuNzjQOMlc/TW3AkDCsXXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6Q1FJZ35fZA/s1600/_MG_3302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dKuNzjQOMlc/TW3AkDCsXXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6Q1FJZ35fZA/s400/_MG_3302.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AMIr4vyUGkw/TW3A0lhT09I/AAAAAAAAAkc/NB0sIIfCEjY/s1600/_MG_3325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-AMIr4vyUGkw/TW3A0lhT09I/AAAAAAAAAkc/NB0sIIfCEjY/s400/_MG_3325.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WEfFfcCgWIw/TW3BCNaEAwI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ZWQpC-PM0tQ/s1600/_MG_3248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-WEfFfcCgWIw/TW3BCNaEAwI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ZWQpC-PM0tQ/s400/_MG_3248.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wUOTDAAgolQ/TW3BVHNYtjI/AAAAAAAAAkk/UTO-ZLdw8qo/s1600/_MG_3255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" l6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wUOTDAAgolQ/TW3BVHNYtjI/AAAAAAAAAkk/UTO-ZLdw8qo/s400/_MG_3255.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. I'm not going to explain; I'm going to let you come up with your own explanation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4919354713766412819?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4919354713766412819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/03/spiritual-sensitivity-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4919354713766412819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4919354713766412819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/03/spiritual-sensitivity-training.html' title='Spiritual Sensitivity Training'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dKuNzjQOMlc/TW3AkDCsXXI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6Q1FJZ35fZA/s72-c/_MG_3302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-8979735801833421375</id><published>2011-02-11T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:14:27.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half-Marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><title type='text'>Note Writing and some other stuff</title><content type='html'>Last time I wrote about note writing. I sent three students notes and got one back from one of the girls today. Her note prompted [&lt;em&gt;you like that? PROMPTED&lt;/em&gt;] my response so I wrote back and took the note to her desk. When I got there I saw that she had pinned the last note on the board in front of her desk. Aww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I didn't write a running post on Monday, but I RAN 5 MILES WITHOUT STOPPING last Saturday! That completes #1 of my 101 in 1001!!! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a birthday party tonight for one of our Juniors. Always fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika and I are selling singing Valentines to the students. They are going to be so stupid but so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of emotional stuff happening at MCA but God is most definitely working! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to return to our regular programming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-8979735801833421375?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/8979735801833421375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/02/note-writing-and-some-other-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8979735801833421375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8979735801833421375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/02/note-writing-and-some-other-stuff.html' title='Note Writing and some other stuff'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-8418888533068234354</id><published>2011-01-29T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T11:54:36.833-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Note Writing</title><content type='html'>I talked to Naomi (one of the roomies) last night and asked her how she gets opportunities to speak with the kids one-on-one. I think it is especially hard for those of us in the development office to get those opportunities because we see the students out in the hall where everyone is or in our office while other people are working, and no one wants to talk about things they're struggling with while other people are working in hearing distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing she told me was, of course, pray. I do this sometimes but I definitely don't pray about getting opportunities to speak with the students one-on-one enough. Even though, I know that when I have prayed for an opportunity, one has come up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing she said was to write them notes. This is the second time this week I have heard about one of our teachers writing the students a note. I know that I, for one, am much better at articulating my thoughts into a note. I also think it's easier to say hard things on paper than in person, for me or for the student. She went on to say that notes are more permanent. They can be re-read where a conversation can only be remembered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to start doing this. I pray that the words I put on paper will be God-glorifying, gospel-centered words which God will use to impact hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-8418888533068234354?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/8418888533068234354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/note-writing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8418888533068234354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8418888533068234354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/note-writing.html' title='Note Writing'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5399490028673243117</id><published>2011-01-24T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:44:04.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half-Marathon'/><title type='text'>Half-Marathon Training</title><content type='html'>Well, ladies and gents, it's Monday, and that means it's time for another installment of Half-Marathon Training with Tori. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This past week was my first week using my official training schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TT42zULRtZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/eBowAcia9uU/s1600/HalfMarathonSchedule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TT42zULRtZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/eBowAcia9uU/s400/HalfMarathonSchedule.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It went well. I've decided that I'm going to try to be very disciplined with the schedule and do everything it tells me [&lt;em&gt;otherwise I would probably cheat and cheating is for lame-Os. Yes, I said it. Lame-Os&lt;/em&gt;]. I did have to change my Tuesday/Thursday runs to Monday/Wednesday due to basketball games and such, but I think that's pretty legit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I did 2 miles at a fairly slow, but respectable and easy-on-the-old-lungs pace. Wednesday, I did 2.5 miles at around the same pace. Saturday, I did a very slow 3 miles. Yesterday, I felt very good. I did 2 miles at a pace about 30sec/mi faster than on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, ladies and gents, I beat my 2 mile time from last Monday by 2:07! I'm pretty pumped about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to the Nike outlet today but it had closed for renovations. Lame. Then I tried on 3847982 pairs of shoes at Famous Footwear but I just wasn't in the mindset to buy. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just fyi, for those of you who are wondering and/or who want to know if you could run even though you're terrible at it, you can! I'm loving getting into shape, getting outside, having some alone time, and having tons of time with God!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-5399490028673243117?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5399490028673243117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/half-marathon-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5399490028673243117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5399490028673243117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/half-marathon-training.html' title='Half-Marathon Training'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TT42zULRtZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/eBowAcia9uU/s72-c/HalfMarathonSchedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4120174250197525704</id><published>2011-01-23T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:24:47.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Dear Heritage Baptist Church</title><content type='html'>Last night I got a text telling me I had to do nursery during the main service instead of Community Group (henceforth referred to as "CG"). I was upset because I wanted to hear the preaching, but I went with it. I'm so glad Chago changed the schedule now because Brent touched on some things in CG that I had noticed but couldn't yet give words.I realized that I'm nervous to go back home for a few reasons, most of them centering on the church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent talked about the local church and its importance in the lives of Christians. One of the things that is most important in a body of believers is accountability. I don't think Heritage has many&amp;nbsp;people who are passionate about discipling. Don't get me wrong; I'm to blame as much as the next person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, think my parents, Tanner, and Daniel have done an excellent job with shepherding our CG on a one-on-one or very small group basis. But at the same time, my parents are still my parents. I know this about myself, that when they show me sin in my life, I will be less likely, or at least much slower,&amp;nbsp;to heed their words than if someone outside of my family called me out. But how many people at Heritage know me well enough that they would know when I was in sin? A very few. But THAT is what the church needs to be. We need to be in each other's lives "sharpening each other's iron" in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in our CG at Heritage, we tend to come together, answer stock questions, joke around, and leave. We build up our knowledge of God, maybe [&lt;em&gt;knowledge puffs up&lt;/em&gt;], but we don't know each other's hearts. We are not real with each other about our struggles. We don't bear one another's burdens unless it's convenient [&lt;em&gt;and then it's not a burden!&lt;/em&gt;]. We don't reach out to the people around us, especially those younger than us who would hang on our every word and watch our every action that we could perform to the glory of God! We have such a simple opportunity, as simple as crossing the parking lot, yet we don't take advantage of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all going along so comfortably, but we're not stretching ourselves. We're not stretching each other. We will never look like Christ if we are self-serving and comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must start the change. We can't sit around waiting for someone else&amp;nbsp;[&lt;em&gt;church leaders, authors, CG leaders&lt;/em&gt;] to make a plan. We have to be the revolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know our CG has been talking about going on a mission trip this summer, and that is still something I would love to do, but we can't just sit around making plans for summer. We must act now. Every breath should be filled with glory to God, not just our summers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I challenge you, church, find someone who can shepherd you and then begin shepherding someone yourself. You don't have to know the words to say right now; God will give them to you when you ask Him. Stop waiting for something to happen and make it happen yourself. If we are surrendered to Him, we cannot fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4120174250197525704?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4120174250197525704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-heritage-baptist-church.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4120174250197525704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4120174250197525704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-heritage-baptist-church.html' title='Dear Heritage Baptist Church'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-6224078432723293969</id><published>2011-01-18T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T14:30:57.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My People'/><title type='text'>'Nuff Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TTXqC4pZ3BI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Dd5tJFA2fPM/s1600/Lecrae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TTXqC4pZ3BI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Dd5tJFA2fPM/s400/Lecrae.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Paul!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-6224078432723293969?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/6224078432723293969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/nuff-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6224078432723293969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6224078432723293969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/nuff-said.html' title='&apos;Nuff Said'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TTXqC4pZ3BI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Dd5tJFA2fPM/s72-c/Lecrae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-921893953214131223</id><published>2011-01-17T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:16:55.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My, how so much can change</title><content type='html'>It's amazing to me how so much can change within the course of a year. God has surprised me with so much this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a place I had&amp;nbsp;never thought of moving to&amp;nbsp;with 6 people who I didn't know before, work somewhere I had really never given a second thought to, and have a heart full of my little [&lt;em&gt;and not so little&lt;/em&gt;] lions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I didn't even know existed are now some of my best friends. People have taken on new roles in my life. I have seen people change from irresponsible children into mature adults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just one year. God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-921893953214131223?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/921893953214131223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-how-so-much-can-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/921893953214131223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/921893953214131223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-how-so-much-can-change.html' title='My, how so much can change'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5909197016768436571</id><published>2011-01-12T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T16:59:41.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Way God Works</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Carla Gibson, I was reading the biblical account of Hannah and Samuel. It occurred to me as&amp;nbsp;I was reading that many people in the Bible go through a similar series of events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person goes through a trial, they seek after God and surrender to His will, they receive a great blessing, they thank God, and they use the gift they have received in such a way that it brings God glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Hannah, for instance: She could not bear children, she cried out to God and surrendered to His will, she becomes pregnant and has a son, she thanks God, and she gives Samuel to God and His service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar things happen to Abraham, Jacob, Joseph, Job, David, Mary,&amp;nbsp;need I go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we're in the midst of hard times that may seem to last forever, we should thank God, because He is ultimately drawing us to himself. And when we give up &lt;u&gt;trying&lt;/u&gt; and truly surrender, we can rest in Him, knowing that He is working all things out for the good of those who love Him and are called [&lt;em&gt;even to suffer?&lt;/em&gt;] according to His purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how God works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has proven it works repeatedly and beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, then, do we fight it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-5909197016768436571?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5909197016768436571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/way-god-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5909197016768436571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5909197016768436571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/way-god-works.html' title='The Way God Works'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-266142452065016612</id><published>2011-01-10T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:37:24.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half-Marathon'/><title type='text'>Half-Marathon Update</title><content type='html'>This first week has not been easy. Because my mom and I drove here on Monday and Tuesday, I didn't get to run until Wednesday; and when I DID get the chance, I'm pretty sure my legs had atrophied [&lt;em&gt;dramatic much?&lt;/em&gt;]. On Wednesday we ran one mile [&lt;em&gt;in a pretty good time, for us at least&lt;/em&gt;], then walked for a bit, then ran another half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom flew out on Thursday, so I ran to get some emotions out. That must have been good because I went my whole two miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I didn't really have the mental energy for trying hard so I ran 1 1/4 miles, then walked, then did another half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I cross-trained with Jillian Michaels. Oh my lands. The video we did was twice as long as the 30-Day Shred video. Today I am soooore. So, today I will rest and pick up again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is my "I'm sore" face, in case you were wondering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TSt79jI_6WI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-gcKbJ9ENlg/s1600/ImSore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TSt79jI_6WI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-gcKbJ9ENlg/s320/ImSore.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Peace out, girl scout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-266142452065016612?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/266142452065016612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/half-marathon-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/266142452065016612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/266142452065016612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/half-marathon-update.html' title='Half-Marathon Update'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TSt79jI_6WI/AAAAAAAAAj4/-gcKbJ9ENlg/s72-c/ImSore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5169080138882296147</id><published>2011-01-09T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:46:18.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Your Time To Be A Missionary Is Now</title><content type='html'>Today, and often,&amp;nbsp;I've been pondering my purpose here and why being here is so different for me spritually than being at home. I've come to the conclusion, or at least a semi-conclusion, that when I am here, I'm in missionary-mode. But aren't we called to be missionaries all the time? When I'm here, it's more obvious, but when I'm at home or away, I should still encourage people in Christ and tell unsaved people about Him because that is my life. It should not be a matter of where I am or my job situation. I should be pursuing Christ and pursuing people in Christ no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you should do the same. If you work a full time job, great! Many missionaries in other countries have to work full-time as well, you can do it too! If you think you don't have the words to say, great! You're starting from the same place Moses did, and look at how God used him! You can ask God for the words and He will give you the words to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a ministry to get involved with. Start ministering to the people you work with, the people you order food from, the people at your gas station. Opportunities are everywhere and God will show them to you if you ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-5169080138882296147?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5169080138882296147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-time-to-be-missionary-is-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5169080138882296147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5169080138882296147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-time-to-be-missionary-is-now.html' title='Your Time To Be A Missionary Is Now'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-9118697578814690144</id><published>2011-01-08T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:18:55.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Being Back</title><content type='html'>Being back is a weird thing. Really weird. I can't nail down any specific emotions but here is a little of what is going on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at home, I did not desperately search for God. I did my devotions and I was very aware when I wasn't praying, but my heart was not yearning for Him. The reason, I know, is because I wanted to focus on spending time with my family and friends while I had the chance. This is not a bad thing in itself but when my thoughts and time are consumed with them and God is put on the back burner, that is sin. Sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Texas it is easier to be desperate for God because I don't have them. But my relationship with God should not be a matter of circumstance, it should be the constant pursuit of my heart. I know that I need to be here because this place is teaching me to make Him my all in all, but that needs to be, again, not based on my circumstance. I pray that God will change my heart and pull my focus ever toward Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester, so far, is also different in that I feel like I can be a little more independent. Last semester, I always felt like I needed a friend to be my buffer in every situation. For instance, every time I thought about hanging out with students or talking to students, I felt like I needed to have someone come with me. Now, I feel more like I can do these things through the power of God without taking someone with me. So now, I am praying that I would be bold in my ministry and&amp;nbsp;that God would show through me and that Tori would take a back seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-9118697578814690144?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/9118697578814690144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/9118697578814690144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/9118697578814690144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-back.html' title='Being Back'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-8086403514637080659</id><published>2011-01-01T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:36:47.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 in 1001'/><title type='text'>101 in 1001 Update - Completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Send more letters to friends&lt;/strong&gt; - Since I've moved away, I have written tons of letters. Granted, many of them were to supporters, but some of them were just for fun. More of these to come, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Make a new friend and keep them &lt;/strong&gt;- I guess by now you KNOW how much I love Sarah and Paul! Also, obviously, all my new Texas friends, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All because of MCA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Move out&lt;/strong&gt; - Well, for the most part. I guess I still live here when I'm in town, but I live halfway across the country, so I vote that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Leave the country&lt;/strong&gt; - Mexico, anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Volunteer at an orphanage&lt;/strong&gt; - I will post breakdancing orphans videos soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Get an internship in radio/tv/magazine/movies/photo&lt;/strong&gt; - I count this because I am putting ads in magazines and doing a lot of video and photo work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. Get a job&lt;/strong&gt; - Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. Fly alone&lt;/strong&gt; - Done it so much that I get bored now [&lt;em&gt;which is a good/bad thing&lt;/em&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Watch the sunset from my hammock&amp;nbsp;alone&lt;/strong&gt; -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/101-in-1001-vlog.html"&gt;Check&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Drink only water for 30 consecutive days (30/30) -&lt;/strong&gt; Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Go to a play&lt;/strong&gt; - Breehan took me to see &lt;em&gt;Beauty and the Beast &lt;/em&gt;for my 21st birthday in Nashville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Participate in an organized 5k &lt;/strong&gt;- Check. But my time was terrible. I'll have to work on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Laugh until I cry &lt;/strong&gt;- More than once. But the time I recall was with Tanner at the dinner table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Cook dinner for a friend&lt;/strong&gt; - Family dinners at MCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Get moleskin journals&lt;/strong&gt; - Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Go thrifting - &lt;/strong&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Say “yes” to something to which I would normally say “no” &lt;/strong&gt;- I've done this a few times too. The first time I went with a friend to something where I knew I would know no one else. It turned out alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Get a picture published &lt;/strong&gt;- The East Tennessean. The Monitor. RGV Mag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. My room clean for a month straight (31/31) &lt;/strong&gt;- I've actually done this twice because my room was clean for the first month in TX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Finish knitting something &lt;/strong&gt;- All the girls I gave presents to got scarves with their gifts this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Have a big hair day &lt;/strong&gt;- Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Do something completely embarrassing and memorable -&lt;/strong&gt; Check. There's a post on here somewhere about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Design a t-shirt, just for kicks&lt;/strong&gt; - It's not cool looking, but it's got sparkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Give someone the perfect gift&lt;/strong&gt; - Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Start a slow clap in a crowded place &lt;/strong&gt;- This was one of my favorite moments of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Go to an NBA game&lt;/strong&gt; - Unfortunately the game I went to was at ETSU where no one really had an alliance to either team, so cheering was minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Face a fear&lt;/strong&gt; - Moving out? Going to Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Get a puppy&lt;/strong&gt; - Yes, after 10 years of begging,&amp;nbsp;just months before I move across the country, my parents decide to get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. Be picked first for Ultimate Frisbee&lt;/strong&gt; - Check, but it was on my birthday so I don't know how legit that is. [&lt;em&gt;Probably too legit to quit&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Make an awesome mix CD for a random friend &lt;/strong&gt;- Made one for my friend Trip, and it was goooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-8086403514637080659?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/8086403514637080659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/101-in-1001-update-completed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8086403514637080659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8086403514637080659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2011/01/101-in-1001-update-completed.html' title='101 in 1001 Update - Completed'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-2577267471021197593</id><published>2010-12-29T17:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T17:06:18.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>What I Read In 2010</title><content type='html'>So here's a little list of what I read in 2010 and why you should or should not read them [&lt;em&gt;I give myself too much credit. Really, you're an adult. You can pick what you want to read; these are just reccommendations.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poisonwood Bible&lt;/em&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;/strong&gt; - I had to read this for a class. I'm not going to lie, I wasn't crazy about this book. It's about a family that moves to Africa to become missionaries. The dad is a major fundamentalist, white-man's-burden-y kind of "Christian." The book is pretty slow and took me forever to get through because I didn't care enough about reading it. I most liked Kingsolver's use of point-of-view. For each chapter she writes from a different sister's point-of-view and writes in the style in which the character would write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blubber&lt;/em&gt; by Judy Blume &lt;/strong&gt;- For my Children's Lit class. I read it quickly because it was meant for kids in elementary school, but I did not love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/em&gt; by Sara Gruen &lt;/strong&gt;- This is one of my all-time favorite books now. It tells about a guy who runs away from his last final exam in college who joins the circus as an animal caregiver. If you can look past the language and other inappropriate elements, it's an excellent read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charlotte’s Web&lt;/em&gt; by E.B. White &lt;/strong&gt;- Another for Children's Lit. I honestly don't think I had ever read this book all the way through before this year. I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Graveyard Book&lt;/em&gt; by Neil Gaiman&lt;/strong&gt; - This one was also for Children's Lit and was my favorite from that class. The book is about a baby who crawls away from his murderer into a graveyard. The ghosts of the graveyard then adopt him as their own. It's actually quite a good book with suspense and good writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enduring Love&lt;/em&gt; by Ian McEwan&lt;/strong&gt; - I keep trying to read Ian McEwan books and enjoy them, but I don't. This book is about a guy who witnesses a death with a few other people and then one of the other witnesses stalks him. It's dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percy Jackson's The Lightning Thief&lt;/em&gt; by Rick Riordan&lt;/strong&gt; - I read this because my little brother is reading the series. It was ok but a little simple. In every chapter there's a disastrous circumstance the characters get themselves into and then they miraculously find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games, Catching Fire,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;em&gt;Mockingjay&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Suzanne Collins&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;- Buying &lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/em&gt; was one of the best decisions I have ever made. This book takes place in a futuristic, &lt;em&gt;Farenheit-451-&lt;/em&gt;ish society. I can't really explain it to you without ruining the joy that comes from reading it without knowing anything about it. Just do yourself a favor and read this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t Waste Your Life&lt;/em&gt; by John Piper&lt;/strong&gt; - This book was pretty good. Piper's books have a lot of great truth in them, but I get frustrated when reading them because he continually goes back to the same phrase "God is most glorified when we are most satisfied in Him." Yes, this is true, but if Piper took that phrase and others like it out of his books, they'd be about 20 pages long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/em&gt; by J.K. Rowling&lt;/strong&gt; - This was a re-read. I loved it, duh. I love HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgotten God&lt;/em&gt; by Francis Chan&lt;/strong&gt; - I really don't remember a whole lot about this book because I was going through a weird time emotionally/spiritually while I was reading it. I remember liking it and I remember it having great truth, but I don't remember specifics. But I do, I do, I do&amp;nbsp;love Francis Chan [&lt;em&gt;as much as Kel loves orange soda&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hole In Our Gospel&lt;/em&gt; by Rich Stearns &lt;/strong&gt;- This book is excellent. I listened to it on audio book while I worked and it is one of the best books on the lack of church involvement out there. He talks about the church, his calling to missions, common issues in missions, and solutions to those issues. Great read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a Pit With a Lion On a Snowy Day&lt;/em&gt; by Mark Batterson -&lt;/strong&gt; This book is one of the reasons I am going back to Texas in less than a week. It talks about how we should face our fears head on for the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Magician’s Nephew&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;em&gt; The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;em&gt; The Horse and His Boy&lt;/em&gt; by C.S. Lewis -&lt;/strong&gt; Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. I love Lewis. I will probably finish &lt;em&gt;Prince Caspian&lt;/em&gt; before 2011 too. My prediction: Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you read this year? What should I read next year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-2577267471021197593?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/2577267471021197593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-read-in-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2577267471021197593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2577267471021197593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-i-read-in-2010.html' title='What I Read In 2010'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-8433978788331091626</id><published>2010-12-28T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:59:49.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><title type='text'>Songs of 2010</title><content type='html'>Here's a little list of my favorite and least favorite songs of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite Pop Songs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grenade/Just The Way You Are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- Bruno Mars&lt;/strong&gt; - I cannot choose between these two songs. They are both super adorable. Basically, I just want to carry Bruno around in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG/DJ Got Us Falling In Love - Usher&lt;/strong&gt; - OK, I'll admit it. I love Usher...well, at least pop/dance version of Usher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dynamite - Taio Cruz&lt;/strong&gt; - Have I mentioned that I love dance songs? Because I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal - Neon Trees&lt;/strong&gt; - OK, I definitely don't know the lyrics to this whole song but everytime it comes on [&lt;em&gt;Yes, even on commercials&lt;/em&gt;] I get excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back To December - Taylor Swift&lt;/strong&gt; - Taylor Lautner, just take her back already! I love this song. I just, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody To Love/Baby - Justin Bieber&lt;/strong&gt; - Judge if you wish; these songs are catchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah 3x - Chris Brown&lt;/strong&gt; - I've only heard this song twice but, oh wow,&amp;nbsp;I love it. It's so happy and fun. [&lt;em&gt;Insert reference to Rihanna irony.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3mC2ixOAivA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3mC2ixOAivA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite 9-year-old-super-cute-I-can't-even-stand-how-cute-but-I-love-it song&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whip My Hair - Willow&lt;/strong&gt; - Her video is precious. Don't lie, you can't get it out of your head either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymKLymvwD2U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymKLymvwD2U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Songs I Wish Were Never Played&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Time (Dirty Bit) - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/strong&gt; - Talk about songs that never needed to be remixed. I didn't like that song to begin with and this remix definitely didn't help anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Personal Music Discoveries&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Belle&lt;/strong&gt; - Try out songs like "The Ladder" or "Oh My Stars" then cue the &lt;em&gt;swoon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Almost&lt;/strong&gt; - Technically I had listened to The Almost a lot a few years ago but I started listening to the Monster Monster album. "Hand Grenade" and "Hands" are my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben Rector&lt;/strong&gt; - He's just great. Do yourself a favor and give him a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lecrae&lt;/strong&gt; - Thank you, Paul and Sarah. I really wanted to be able to listen to some rap without having to hear about drugs and money. I really like "Used To Do It Too" because, well, I used to do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mumford &amp;amp; Sons&lt;/strong&gt; - Indie at it's best. They have beautiful harmonies and interesting subject matter. But if you get the CD, listen to "Timshel" twice and skip "Little Lion Man" (soooo much cursing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Needtobreathe&lt;/strong&gt; - NeedISayMore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Temper Trap&lt;/strong&gt; - "Sweet Disposition" over and over and over and over.....also it was in (500) Days of Summer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Songs I Wore Out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Let Me Fall - B.O.B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm At Home - Chris and Conrad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enchanted - Taylor Swift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I Look At You - Miley Cyrus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awakening - Chris Tomlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How He Loves/Oh Happiness - David Crowder Band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were your favorite and least favorite songs of 2010?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-8433978788331091626?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/8433978788331091626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/songs-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8433978788331091626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8433978788331091626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/songs-of-2010.html' title='Songs of 2010'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-7087088273742546019</id><published>2010-12-27T10:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:20:33.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>Joseph Gordon-Levitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TRiutj1XYKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/aJFcNFYGorQ/s1600/Joseph_Gordon-Levitt_for_Details_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TRiutj1XYKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/aJFcNFYGorQ/s400/Joseph_Gordon-Levitt_for_Details_01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whether or not you know it, you have most likely seen Joseph Gordon-Levitt [&lt;em&gt;Inception, (500) Days of Summer, 10 Things I Hate About You, Third Rock From The Sun, etc etc etc&lt;/em&gt;]. Let me just say, I love him. [&lt;em&gt;And I've called eternal dibs. So there&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether he's dancing with a cartoon bird:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgVNgYXFi_Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgVNgYXFi_Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or fighting some bad guy in zero gravity while wearing a super fly suit [&lt;em&gt;Not to mention when he's smiling while flipping in the van.&lt;/em&gt;]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one couldn't be embedded so you'll just have to watch it on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEbMBSGV-VA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AEbMBSGV-VA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now you remember. You love him too. But remember, I already called eternal dibs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-7087088273742546019?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/7087088273742546019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/joseph-gordon-levitt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7087088273742546019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7087088273742546019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/joseph-gordon-levitt.html' title='Joseph Gordon-Levitt'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TRiutj1XYKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/aJFcNFYGorQ/s72-c/Joseph_Gordon-Levitt_for_Details_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-6887912999318000922</id><published>2010-12-26T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:02:45.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half-Marathon'/><title type='text'>Half-Marathon Training</title><content type='html'>I have these friends, Paul and Sarah, and they're basically the best thing since sliced bread. Well, they [&lt;em&gt;along with Paul's sister, Amber, who is also pretty stinkin awesome&lt;/em&gt;] are training for a marathon and are excellent at making me wish I was an awesome runner too. So, now I'm going to train for a half-marathon. Once I get back to Texas I will start training [&lt;em&gt;because it's warmer and I can actually breathe while running&lt;/em&gt;] using this training schedule because it's the only one I found that looks doable for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TRgPtpG8ESI/AAAAAAAAAjw/E9pCgj1I3-g/s1600/HalfMarathonSchedule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TRgPtpG8ESI/AAAAAAAAAjw/E9pCgj1I3-g/s400/HalfMarathonSchedule.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a great runner, so I will be so excited if I get better! I decided to write about it on here because that way I will be held accountable for my running. So please, please, please ask me how I'm doing and I'll write on here about my progression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Once I run 5 miles consecutively, I will have completed #1 on my &lt;a href="http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/101-in-1001.html"&gt;101 in 1001&lt;/a&gt; list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-6887912999318000922?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/6887912999318000922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/half-marathon-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6887912999318000922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6887912999318000922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/half-marathon-training.html' title='Half-Marathon Training'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TRgPtpG8ESI/AAAAAAAAAjw/E9pCgj1I3-g/s72-c/HalfMarathonSchedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4756386166877414949</id><published>2010-12-23T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:53:44.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>On Singleness</title><content type='html'>Ecclesiastes 3:1 says “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the point [&lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;] where I see singleness as a blessing. It has taken me a very long time to let God soften my heart toward this. I thought that if I softened my resolve on wanting to have a relationship or wanting a husband ASAP, that God would take those things away from me. [&lt;i&gt;Sigh.&lt;/i&gt;] I am so dumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows what will make me most satisfied: Himself. By keeping from me the things I thought I wanted, He has shown me Himself, the thing my heart truly desires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait, there's more! [&lt;i&gt;And you didn't think it could get better, right?&lt;/i&gt;] By allowing me to be single, God has given me a world of opportunities for His fame and for my joy. If I had been married, I would not have been able to pack up everything and move to Texas to meet the people who would point me to the person of Christ. I would not have so many possibilities for this summer. I mean, if it is His will, I can literally go to the ends of the earth this summer, which would not only be so cool, but would also bring Him glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that I never want to be married, but I am so thankful to God that He has given me this time to enjoy Him and use my whole self for His work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4756386166877414949?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4756386166877414949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-singleness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4756386166877414949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4756386166877414949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-singleness.html' title='On Singleness'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-3376644397244720315</id><published>2010-12-16T12:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:30:25.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>BASIC.Holy Spirit</title><content type='html'>Francis Chan talks about the power of the Holy Spirit and the way the church does not use the Holy Spirit's supernatural ability. How can we make our church like the Acts church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Wow, that is large&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="610" width="1085"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=17885211&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=000000&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=17885211&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=000000&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="1085" height="610"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information and trailers of the BASIC series, go to &lt;a href="http://basicseries.com/"&gt;http://basicseries.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-3376644397244720315?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/3376644397244720315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/basicholy-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3376644397244720315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3376644397244720315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/12/basicholy-spirit.html' title='BASIC.Holy Spirit'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-6813982242352344495</id><published>2010-11-26T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T13:05:40.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Picture Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Though you may have seen many of these on facebook, I wanted to post some pictures from the last few weeks. These few weeks have been the busiest since I've been here but I have gotten to know the students so much more and I am so thankful that God has given me this time to spend with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Two weeks ago, we had our Bibleville performance which went really well and was super fun. This is Andrew. He and I do "Word of the Day" every day at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_yQ1WBkPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jwwceGg1CP4/s1600/FABA003+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_yQ1WBkPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jwwceGg1CP4/s400/FABA003+copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is Andy. We do excellent basketball commentary since I am clearly a basketball expert. My key words are: Rally, Zone Defense, Man-On-Man, Set A Screen. He also happens to be the most photogenic person I have ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_ydphDo3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/VE3_7Y4_Ass/s1600/FABA004+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_ydphDo3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/VE3_7Y4_Ass/s400/FABA004+copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Alma. She's our only senior girl and I just love this picture of her. She played a flapper in the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_ypFddZPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3yl2XyackjA/s1600/FABA009+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_ypFddZPI/AAAAAAAAAjU/3yl2XyackjA/s400/FABA009+copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are the thugs (Josh and Andrew) trying to take the victim's (Benjy) money. He offers them a chicken, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_yx4HU44I/AAAAAAAAAjY/OZnQKq0RghA/s1600/FABA073+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_yx4HU44I/AAAAAAAAAjY/OZnQKq0RghA/s400/FABA073+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Lanta. This is my favorite part of the play. Evelyn (Rachel) comes to bail Harvey (Nate) out of jail. Then Harvey points the gun at the jail keeper (Memo) and then they have a laugh because it was a fake threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_y4r1BQJI/AAAAAAAAAjc/YkyH0MgefOw/s1600/FABA114+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_y4r1BQJI/AAAAAAAAAjc/YkyH0MgefOw/s400/FABA114+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bubba (Tim) watching Detective Doyle (Gabe) use the flavor detector.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_y8QuorxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qHYSKwmtCWU/s1600/FABA100+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_y8QuorxI/AAAAAAAAAjg/qHYSKwmtCWU/s400/FABA100+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have also had lots of basketball games lately. I looooove going to the games! Esli is the girl with the ball. The girl behind her is Mary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_zBckmAsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/wCAYZBnSdj0/s1600/GirlsBBall02+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_zBckmAsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/wCAYZBnSdj0/s400/GirlsBBall02+.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_yFoeahQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/4Y0wyyYNpeg/s1600/BoysBBall+%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_yFoeahQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/4Y0wyyYNpeg/s400/BoysBBall+%25288%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our soccer team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_zORk9oMI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9sHU5tOEmsM/s1600/Soccer01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_zORk9oMI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9sHU5tOEmsM/s400/Soccer01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿On Wednesday we had a thanksgiving service instead of our usual chapel. Between songs the students got up in front and gave testimonies of the things that God has been doing in their lives, stories of their salvation experiences, and the way God has used struggles to bring change in them and glory to Himself. It was great to hear where they had come from and how God is working in and through them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-6813982242352344495?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/6813982242352344495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/11/picture-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6813982242352344495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6813982242352344495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/11/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TO_yQ1WBkPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jwwceGg1CP4/s72-c/FABA003+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4099212906126714870</id><published>2010-11-21T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T17:02:30.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vlog'/><title type='text'>On a lighter note</title><content type='html'>We love slow days at work and we love Mrs. Lopez's new window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWRna1FUK-s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWRna1FUK-s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeyMKaY5Gug?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FeyMKaY5Gug?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4099212906126714870?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4099212906126714870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-lighter-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4099212906126714870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4099212906126714870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1863235679654522032</id><published>2010-11-19T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T10:53:42.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My Decision and My Reasoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"All these died in faith, without receiving the promises, but having seen them and having welcomed them from a distance, and having confessed that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. For those who say such things make it clear that they are seeking a country of their own. And indeed if they had been thinking of that country from which they went out, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, God is not ashamed to be called their God; for He has prepared a city for them." Hebrews 11:13-16&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends that I would make an official decision today (November 19th) about&amp;nbsp;whether I would be coming home for good in December or I would stay in Texas for another semester. I thought it would be best if I wrote everything out so they—and you—can &lt;em&gt;know my heart&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;know that I have not made this decision lightly&lt;/em&gt;. In fact, for about two months, the decision making process had consumed me. And that, my friends, is where the problem began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;‎"We focus our energies on telling God exactly what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. In fact, we repeat ourselves over and over again just to make sure God didn't miss any of the important details. But what if, instead of spending all our energy making plans for God, we spent that energy seeking God?" - Mark Batterson&lt;/blockquote&gt;This was me. Somewhere in my crazy head, I had made myself think that I was deciding on the rest of my life and that if I stayed I would never get to go home again. &lt;em&gt;[That is ridiculous! Committing one year to this ministry does not mean that I can never go home again.]&lt;/em&gt; So I pleaded with God constantly that He would let me go home and I kept trying to find reasons that would &lt;em&gt;“influence”&lt;/em&gt; his decision—and they are great excuses. I want to start a ministry in town. I want to start a non-profit that would provide aid in Africa, India, somewhere. I want to be a direct influence on my brother's lives. I want to work with the kids in the Heritage youth group. I want to be in community with the College and TwentySomethings again. There are things I've learned here that I want so badly to take back and share with the people at home and model my life after the lives of people at MCA back home in Johnson City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have more to learn. I can still start a ministry in June. I can still start a non-profit that will provide aid to foreign nations&lt;em&gt; in God's timing&lt;/em&gt;. I can influence my brother's lives by staying in Texas because they will see me giving up what&lt;em&gt; I want&lt;/em&gt; to do what &lt;em&gt;God wants&lt;/em&gt;. I can still work with the kids at Heritage in June, but until then I can love the students here fiercely so they have no doubts that they are loved not only by me, but also by an Almighty God who wants them to love Him. I can still be in community with the College and TwentySomethings in June, but until then I can devote myself to the people God has placed me with now by serving them in every way possible and treating them like Christ would treat them. God will still work in the lives of the people in Johnson City whether or not I am there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been reading about making an influence on further generations. Telling my kids that I tried out the mission field, missed home, and left would not be the kind of influence I want to have on my future family. I want to be able to tell them that I did all, gave all, &lt;em&gt;for the glory of God&lt;/em&gt; and not for myself because I want my future children to remember that and live their lives in the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am growing spiritually here more than I ever have before. Before I knew a lot about God and about being a Christian and I did love God; but now, now I cherish Christ in a way that I never even knew was possible. I actually love &lt;em&gt;the person of Christ&lt;/em&gt;, His characteristics, His sacrifice, and His plan. My heart has been softened to Him and His word. Before I was rarely moved by the Word; now, I am brought to tears by the way He rescued my in my wickedness and gave me &lt;em&gt;the greatest gift of all&lt;/em&gt;: Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends at home: I am so thankful for you. My love for you has grown even more by being separated from you. I cannot wait to see you over Christmas break and I do hope that God will give me the opportunity to live in community with you again. Until then, I will pray for you and think of you always in eager anticipation to see you again soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.” - Philippians 4:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul was in prison; I'm just in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ—&lt;em&gt;who has saved me from death&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1863235679654522032?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1863235679654522032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-decision-and-my-reasoning.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1863235679654522032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1863235679654522032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-decision-and-my-reasoning.html' title='My Decision and My Reasoning'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1566082067720910514</id><published>2010-11-16T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:48:53.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>His ministry is his life. His life is his ministry.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to post another excerpt from &lt;a href="http://phillipsgapyear.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;blog. It may have a word that I'm not fond of, but it is very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Gap Year crew spent the evening at Sam's house. We watched a movie, ate dinner, talked about life... Normal, right? Wrong. Sam and his family reside in West Denver which a predominately hispanic/low-income section of the city. From the outside he is a stereotype - even he will attest to that. His appearance molds perfectly to just about every one of our stereotype images of a hispanic gang member. I'm only speaking truth because I mean, if we're truly honest with ourselves - we all have that stereotype image in the back of our heads. But what most would not guess is that he is also a man of brilliance, compassion, committment and strength like that of which I rarely see. That... AND he has one of the sickest low-riders I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and his homies had us over for dinner tonight so that we may stand in a community where the unthinkable happens. Where violence is in an inevitable part of their week; a place where cops are constantly oppressing the citizens they swore to protect because to them - just about every hispanic male is a molds to a generalization. This is a place where the people work hard, but have little; where they are surrounded by gang activity; where there is so much need, but I can't do a damn thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out his low-rider car projects, which he put together, and talked about his new idea for designing and marketing a low-rider BMX bike, we went inside to watch a movie called La Mission. This movie was intended to give us a clearer picture of their community and the life they have proudly chosen to embrace. Sam and his family have immerced themselves in this community. It's where he is from, what he knows best, and where he knows he is supposed to be. I could go on about the life of Sam, the people he loves and all those who love him, the way he spends his days, and the amount of respect we owe to men like him, but for the sake of your time I'll just close with what he taught me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended tonight with very powerful words. He said that (not word-for-word) "you guys are about to leave, and maybe never come back, but we... we're here to stay." We were about to leave and put it all behind us, making everything that had happened nothing but a memory, but he was there, in that community, to give all of who he is to the people and to his family. He gave us an invitation to never forget what we had experienced, but to make those moments a part of who we are. His ministry is not with an organization or not profit, it's just being a member of a community - sharing in their pain and in their weaknesses, taking on their burdens - that's his ministry... and his life. It's a lesson that I must carry with me as I enter into so many different communitites this year. I can not walk away from any place without carrying a little piece of them with me. A piece that my keeps my heart breaking for their pain, and rejoicing in their blessings.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1566082067720910514?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1566082067720910514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/11/his-ministry-is-his-life-his-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1566082067720910514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1566082067720910514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/11/his-ministry-is-his-life-his-life-is.html' title='His ministry is his life. His life is his ministry.'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1051794576924059033</id><published>2010-11-14T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:49:11.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>I thought it might be nice for me to let you all know what has been going on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We at MCA have been super busy lately because the Fine Arts Banquet and Auction [&lt;em&gt;where 500+ parents, sponsors, etc come to eat dinner, watch performances, participate in an auction, and see our awesome play&lt;/em&gt;] is coming up on the 19th. On Friday we had our first performance of the play and it went very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been making promotional videos for the school.&amp;nbsp;The fundraising video&amp;nbsp;is finally done after me almost throwing the computer out the window. Now I'm working on the MCA promo video which I think is going to be pretty awesome. I'm editing the interviews that I took a few weeks ago. Some of the answers are just so good and biblical. I can't wait to show it to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I moved out of the Curling's house and into the Lara's. Mrs. Lara and Mr. Lara both teach at the school and their girls Mariann and Nina are in 9th and 6th grade. I love it here. Iris (Mrs. Lara) totally mommies us and girl talks with us and is always encouraging me in the ways of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one month and one day I will be home for Christmas! I can't wait to see you all! Here are some pictures of the students and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls eating Raspas [&lt;em&gt;like Italian Ice, but the kids here get pickles and chili in theirs. Gross.&lt;/em&gt;] Left to Right: Nina, Lynette, Sheila, Esli, Alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCPQOw24lI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UZYBJS93GL8/s1600/FFootball+%252836%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCPQOw24lI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UZYBJS93GL8/s400/FFootball+%252836%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys after their game against the adults. L to R&amp;nbsp;Top Row:&amp;nbsp;Gabe, Andy, Tim, Jordan, Fabian, GP, Paul, Andrew, Sanchez, Benjy; Bottom Row: Ruach, Nate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCPnyndZpI/AAAAAAAAAi4/C_FbqXFB3Vw/s1600/FFootball+%2528114%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCPnyndZpI/AAAAAAAAAi4/C_FbqXFB3Vw/s400/FFootball+%2528114%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The one and only Gabe, who plays Detective Dick Doyle in "The Mysterious Disappearance of Evelyn Baker"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCPylKjzmI/AAAAAAAAAi8/c3e2joOmE9M/s1600/PlayPractice+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCPylKjzmI/AAAAAAAAAi8/c3e2joOmE9M/s400/PlayPractice+%25282%2529.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvey Porter is SUCH a dream boat. And how! L to R: Sienna, Courtney, Alma, Nate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCP6lpw35I/AAAAAAAAAjA/2CRRV1dlnW0/s1600/PlayPractice+%252810%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCP6lpw35I/AAAAAAAAAjA/2CRRV1dlnW0/s400/PlayPractice+%252810%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just love this picture. Benjy had no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCQDKf79BI/AAAAAAAAAjE/O2rXdLDCMCo/s1600/PlayPractice+%252813%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCQDKf79BI/AAAAAAAAAjE/O2rXdLDCMCo/s400/PlayPractice+%252813%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1051794576924059033?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1051794576924059033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/11/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1051794576924059033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1051794576924059033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/11/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TOCPQOw24lI/AAAAAAAAAi0/UZYBJS93GL8/s72-c/FFootball+%252836%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4193039306901805041</id><published>2010-10-29T15:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:25:20.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>A Hole In Our Gospel</title><content type='html'>Hey all. Sorry I haven't written a lot lately. I've had a lot going on internally and just can't find a way to write about it, so I haven't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have been listening to &lt;em&gt;A Hole In Our Gospel: What Does God Expect From Us?&lt;/em&gt; by Rich Stearns. It's so good and I would reccommend it to any Christian. Here are some quotes pulled from the text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Growth demands a temporary surrender of security” - Gail Sheehy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The place God calls you to is the place where your deepest gladness and the world's deepest hunger meet.” - Fredrick Buckner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God does indeed use our most painful seasons to deepen our faith and conform us to His will.” - Rich Stearns &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So, I guess the fact that each of those quotes&amp;nbsp;are somewhat related tells you a little about what I'm struggling with without me having to put it into my own words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4193039306901805041?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4193039306901805041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/10/hole-in-our-gospel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4193039306901805041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4193039306901805041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/10/hole-in-our-gospel.html' title='A Hole In Our Gospel'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1880722295355274921</id><published>2010-10-14T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:04:48.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Give to the one who begs from you</title><content type='html'>This excerpt was taken from &lt;a href="http://phillipsgapyear.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phillip Gibson's blog&lt;/a&gt;. I don't even really know how I stumbled upon his blog but I like what he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're walking down the street and cross the path of a man. He embodies the word "filthy" - even makes my usual shower habits appear as healthy. Hair in dreads, body untastefully tattooed, clothes not exactly made for Nordstrums Spring Catalogue, and as your pase quickens to pass by him as quickly as possible his mouth speratically utters a few words that shake off a few of the many dirt crums stuck in his unkempt beard. What I usually tend to do is pretend to stare off into space and pretend to have no knowledge of his existence except for maybe that one moment when your gaze meets his and you are forced to awkwardly extend a semi-cordial nod his way while purposefully ignoring the reality that he has something to say to you. Whether or not you can understand him is irrelevent because either way he is unheard. Either way an assumption is made of who he is, what he wants, and especially what he needs. I assume that I know what is necessary for this man to "succeed;" for him to "make something of himself." And thus my pre conceived bias drives me to no longer treat him as a man with value, but someone who is lacking what I THINK might be missing in his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the moral of the story: When you listen to this man, when you take the time to connect and try to get on his level for 10 minues, and when you give him the chance to TELL YOU what he needs and what he really wants, you give him back his dignity and respect as a human being who has the ability to decide for himself what he needs. It's those little things that allow one to build a genuine relationship with this man - one from which both him and yourself can grow as equal human beings together." &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:42 says "Give to the one who begs from you, and do not refuse the one who would borrow from you." To me, that says "Give to the one who begs from you." &lt;em&gt;[I'm very literal.]&lt;/em&gt; What I mean to say is, God does not call us to judge why someone begs from us. We are not told to withhold from someone because we think we understand their motives. Many times we tend to think that every person who begs is going to use any money given to them for drugs, alcohol, cigarettes; but surely there are also people who beg who actually do need to feed their families. Even more importantly, it seems so much more likely that a person who has their needs met in love will soften their heart toward the person who gives. What a great opportunity to present the Gospel! If they see our love through our giving &lt;em&gt;[and our spending even a little time talking to them], &lt;/em&gt;Christ can show Himself through us. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm interested to hear your thoughts on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1880722295355274921?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1880722295355274921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-to-one-who-begs-from-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1880722295355274921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1880722295355274921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-to-one-who-begs-from-you.html' title='Give to the one who begs from you'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-8183182706511447383</id><published>2010-10-11T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:18:01.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Finally in Mexico</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we finally got to go into Mexico to the orphanage! I'm not gonna lie, I was a little nervous &lt;em&gt;[mostly because my mom kept saying "I love you" in every single text like I was about to die]&lt;/em&gt;. Really, there was nothing to worry about...at least where we were. Border patrol was easy-peasy and I didn't see any big guns the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When we got to the orphanage, the kids opened the gates for us. We then went on a tour of the campus and took some pictures. A few of the kids were wearing Heritage t-shirts which was super cool. I just wanted to squeeze them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN7xsQfeYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4IFecYz_ipk/s1600/Orphanage+(39).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN7xsQfeYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4IFecYz_ipk/s320/Orphanage+(39).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Erika and I cleaned out some cabinets so the little boys could move into their room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN8aA_HY1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/aP-PecL5j_k/s1600/Orphanage+(131).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN8aA_HY1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/aP-PecL5j_k/s320/Orphanage+(131).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN80LI9iII/AAAAAAAAAho/Bpw-dCuqFLk/s1600/Orphanage+(65).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN80LI9iII/AAAAAAAAAho/Bpw-dCuqFLk/s320/Orphanage+(65).jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went out and saw the pigs. They were totes cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN9XuIAh-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/WjgusuYwrt4/s1600/Orphanage+(305).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN9XuIAh-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/WjgusuYwrt4/s320/Orphanage+(305).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get to hang out with the kiddos as much as I wanted but hopefully we will get to in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN-BvfFlTI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Lw_EIS1J6KQ/s1600/Orphanage+(239).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN-BvfFlTI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Lw_EIS1J6KQ/s320/Orphanage+(239).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN-M8XodEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/kUgUNNj4ZAA/s1600/Orphanage+(44).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN-M8XodEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/kUgUNNj4ZAA/s320/Orphanage+(44).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I REALLY want to ride on this thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN-nl0iGqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/s8puXvLmZg0/s1600/Orphanage+(113).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN-nl0iGqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/s8puXvLmZg0/s320/Orphanage+(113).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good experience and I hope I get to go back soon and spend more time with the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-8183182706511447383?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/8183182706511447383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally-in-mexico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8183182706511447383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8183182706511447383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally-in-mexico.html' title='Finally in Mexico'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TLN7xsQfeYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/4IFecYz_ipk/s72-c/Orphanage+(39).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4071611428058233613</id><published>2010-10-06T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T10:29:55.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My People'/><title type='text'>Breehan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have an awesome bestie, guys. I really do. She checks up on me after I ask her to pray for a difficult conversation I have to have with someone. She encourages me. She even prays for things that I don't realize need to be prayed for until she says them. She truly has a very compassionate heart, which is something that I lack many times. I learn a lot just by seeing her see other's hurts. She tells me about what she's learning in her Bible study and that encourages me to dig deeper in mine. God blesses me so much by having her in my life and by keeping her around even when I am a bad friend [which happens more often than I would like to say]. Also, she's super funny, super beautiful, and a super good catch [fellas!]. Love you, Breehan! Thanks for being awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your bestie. Seriously, tell me. I want to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHVX1vk1I/AAAAAAAAAhM/equb44WvcEY/s1600/bree019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHVX1vk1I/AAAAAAAAAhM/equb44WvcEY/s320/bree019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHWdJvSXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/J3XMfv99NpQ/s1600/bree033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHWdJvSXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/J3XMfv99NpQ/s320/bree033.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHZkgopvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/UMXij8qFnJk/s1600/bree045.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHZkgopvI/AAAAAAAAAhU/UMXij8qFnJk/s320/bree045.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHeRkCOJI/AAAAAAAAAhY/C_sZgziGnx4/s1600/bree066.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHeRkCOJI/AAAAAAAAAhY/C_sZgziGnx4/s320/bree066.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHiFjBb0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/q1NrJzBJ_SI/s1600/bree088.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHiFjBb0I/AAAAAAAAAhc/q1NrJzBJ_SI/s320/bree088.bmp" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/855234562235739340-4071611428058233613?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4071611428058233613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/10/breehan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4071611428058233613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4071611428058233613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/10/breehan.html' title='Breehan'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TKyHVX1vk1I/AAAAAAAAAhM/equb44WvcEY/s72-c/bree019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4966273972478214168</id><published>2010-10-03T19:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:33:16.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Realization and Repentance</title><content type='html'>This morning at church &lt;em&gt;[Well, actually this afternoon. Our church starts at 2pm]&lt;/em&gt; Brent talked about Habakkuk. Habakkuk asked God why He wasn't doing anything about the&amp;nbsp;nation of&amp;nbsp;Israel's sin. God told Habakkuk that He was. He was going to&amp;nbsp;send the Chaldeans (Babylonians) to wipe out Israel and take them captive. So now Habakkuk was shaking in his boots &lt;em&gt;[or sandals]&lt;/em&gt;. He knew that suffering was coming his way, so he waited. But he was not just waiting around doing nothing. Habakkuk&amp;nbsp;was trusting in God to fulfill his purpose. Then, as he waited, he began rejoicing in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. God, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the deer's; he makes me tread on my high places." - Habakkuk 3:17-19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Habakkuk--instead&amp;nbsp;of looking at the disparity of his situation--looked to God, his salvation. He did not focus on the suffering to come. He focused on his Savior who was fulfilling His purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I focus more on my suffering than on my salvation? &lt;em&gt;[Answer: Daily]&lt;/em&gt; I must repent of that. After all that Christ went through &lt;em&gt;[I can't even fathom]&lt;/em&gt; to pay my ransom, I still focus more on my comfort, my happiness, than on rejoicing in Him and the hope of my salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even in suffering, even when I so clearly see the way He is working out His purpose in me, why am I still so willing to forget to rejoice in Him? Why do I still focus on my comfort instead of the growth He is providing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, friends! Thank you for your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4966273972478214168?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4966273972478214168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/10/realization-and-repentance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4966273972478214168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4966273972478214168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/10/realization-and-repentance.html' title='Realization and Repentance'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-3991091401613740455</id><published>2010-09-25T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:45:56.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God isn't safe, but He is good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13925127?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13925127"&gt;Aaron Gillespie Interview&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/levilusko"&gt;Levi Lusko&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through a time where God is calling me to make lots of decisions and then follow His lead. And I want to. I know that His will is alway perfect but sometimes it's hard to know what that plan is or how to find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the development office girls folded 3000 letters to send out for our monthly mailing. During that time we watch movies or listen to sermons to keep our minds occupied while we do the mundane folding. On Monday, I think, I was watching sermons from &lt;a href="http://www.cornerstonesimi.com/special/media_player.html"&gt;Cornerstone Church in Simi Valley&lt;/a&gt;. I came upon one by Todd Niswonger, now the head pastor I believe, that talked about how to find God's will. He said something that I know in my head but don't always follow. He said it's not God's will that we should seek. Instead, we should be seeking the face of God and then His will will be evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to remind myself constantly to do that. Seek God. Seek the face of Christ. The rest will fall into place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Request: Pray that I would remember to seek Christ and pray that when His will is revealed to me that I would follow it instead of going my own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment and let me know if there is any way that I can pray for you! Also, you can leave a comment and tell me what is going on in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-3991091401613740455?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/3991091401613740455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/09/god-isnt-safe-but-he-is-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3991091401613740455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3991091401613740455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/09/god-isnt-safe-but-he-is-good.html' title='God isn&apos;t safe, but He is good.'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4631980776125282233</id><published>2010-09-15T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:55:17.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>Book Recommendation</title><content type='html'>I had this big plan to do a Monthaversary blog. But I didn't. Sorry bout it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been pretty quiet around here. We sleep. We work. We work out. We watch movies. Rinse and repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is exciting &lt;em&gt;[to me at least]&lt;/em&gt; is that I got 2 new books in the mail today!!! I bought &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hunger-Games-Suzanne-Collins/dp/0439023483/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1284569406&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;the other day on a whim because Miss &lt;a href="http://annieblogs.com/"&gt;Annie Downs&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;[whose blog you should absolutely check out] &lt;/em&gt;suggested it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consumed &lt;em&gt;[get it? Consumed? Hunger Games?]&lt;/em&gt;that thing in 3 days while working full time. Great book. It's kind of &lt;em&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;/em&gt; meets &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt;, maybe? Hard to explain. But it's only $8 at Walmart so you should just go get it an give it a try. For me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time I'll have something more substantial to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4631980776125282233?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4631980776125282233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-recommendation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4631980776125282233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4631980776125282233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-recommendation.html' title='Book Recommendation'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-2633668762478020420</id><published>2010-09-12T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:12:12.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>Marcel The Shell With Shoes On</title><content type='html'>This is completely random but I am in love with this video. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14190306" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14190306"&gt;MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4509398"&gt;Dean Fleischer-Camp&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-2633668762478020420?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/2633668762478020420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/09/marcel-shell-with-shoes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2633668762478020420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2633668762478020420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/09/marcel-shell-with-shoes-on.html' title='Marcel The Shell With Shoes On'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5195912152620717179</id><published>2010-09-03T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:51:18.636-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Birthday Kidnapping</title><content type='html'>Brent's birthday is tomorrow so, of course, we decided to throw a little bohop for him. He had no idea. We snuck over to his trailer and banged on his door. He was so pleased to see us &lt;em&gt;[take note of the sarcasm]&lt;/em&gt;. So we threw a pillow case over his head, stuffed him in the car, and went to Texas Roadhouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super fun and we not only got him a balloon birthday hat, but we also made him ride the birthday saddle. Poor boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought him back to our house for cake and presents and AMAZING birthday cards, which I'm sure he will display in his home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TIHBrWC-z0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/dvpmeCWActU/s1600/party10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TIHBrWC-z0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/dvpmeCWActU/s320/party10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TIHB7ZnnXuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xeFhm9qwcqg/s1600/party04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TIHB7ZnnXuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/xeFhm9qwcqg/s320/party04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awkward Balloon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TIHCH4DsfRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Ohm50En1xKw/s1600/party05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TIHCH4DsfRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Ohm50En1xKw/s320/party05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other majorly awesome points in the day included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seeing a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQSNhk5ICTI"&gt;DOUBLE RAINBOW&lt;/a&gt;. About 15 or 20&amp;nbsp;high school boys came outside to marvel at how the double rainbow went "all the way." What does it mean? There were also plenty of fake tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I took the high school girls to&amp;nbsp;and from volleyball practice. On the way&amp;nbsp;back to the school, they got into a theological discussion. It was really&amp;nbsp;cool to get to talk with them about God stuff!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-5195912152620717179?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5195912152620717179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-kidnapping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5195912152620717179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5195912152620717179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/09/birthday-kidnapping.html' title='Birthday Kidnapping'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TIHBrWC-z0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/dvpmeCWActU/s72-c/party10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1247894590284677236</id><published>2010-08-31T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:35:38.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><title type='text'>Beach</title><content type='html'>I haven't had much sleep in the last two nights so I'm not even going to attempt writing anything exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We went to the beach. It was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TH2756iy_hI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DngPIk5DP0U/s1600/IMG_5903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TH2756iy_hI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DngPIk5DP0U/s320/IMG_5903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1247894590284677236?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1247894590284677236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1247894590284677236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1247894590284677236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach.html' title='Beach'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TH2756iy_hI/AAAAAAAAAgk/DngPIk5DP0U/s72-c/IMG_5903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-2536813624297364615</id><published>2010-08-29T20:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:19:17.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Treasuring Christ</title><content type='html'>This morning we had our first service as a church plant. I haven’t said anything about the Curlings starting a church yet because it wasn’t official. Now it is. So, anyway, today was our first day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the message, Chago was talking about treasuring Christ&lt;em&gt; [the message was based on 1 Peter 2:1-12 which talks about being a living stone and Christ building us into His church, but I’m going to tell you about the parts that really convicted me].&lt;/em&gt; Throughout the service, different things happened that struck a chord in me. Naomi read The Suffering Servant passage from Isaiah 52:13-53:12 and it brought her to tears. Chago spoke about how the Lord looks on us and is pleased because He sees Christ in our place, and it brought him to tears. I began to ask myself, how have I hardened my heart so much that I am no longer moved by God’s goodness and grace? My heart so rarely melts at His words. I am not treasuring Christ as I should. All day I have been questioning how I can see Christ for who He is and have my heart melt in awe of Him, so I prayed about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down to read from Piper’s &lt;em&gt;Don’t Waste Your Life&lt;/em&gt;. Immediately God began speaking to my heart through what Piper had to say. He talked about how people ask themselves “Why shouldn’t I do this or that?” instead of “How will this help me treasure Christ more? How will this help me show that I do treasure Christ? How will&amp;nbsp;this help me know Christ or display Christ?” Those are the real questions I need to be asking myself in every moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Piper began talking about TV and how it diminishes our ability to know Christ and to handle great truths reverently. Funnily enough, I had just been complaining how my internet was too slow to let me load a TV show that I had wanted to watch.&lt;em&gt; [I really do love how God speaks so directly to me.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God would help me to realize the triviality in everything that is not Him. I pray that He would become my only treasure. I pray that for you as well, reader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-2536813624297364615?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/2536813624297364615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/treasuring-christ.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2536813624297364615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2536813624297364615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/treasuring-christ.html' title='Treasuring Christ'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-764397807477091727</id><published>2010-08-28T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:30:01.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>This post was written yesterday. Tomorrow I will write about the beach and stuff.</title><content type='html'>I always want to write these blogs like I’m some super-spiritual person. Truth is, I’m still flawed. I still sin. I still don’t trust God as I should. I still put my hope in things other than Christ and His coming Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reggie was telling me on facebook or on here about how God spends our lifetime teaching us that everything is temporary except for Him. I wish that I longed for the Kingdom like I long for home. I wish that I longed to see Christ’s face like I wish to hold my brothers [Yep, all three of them] in my arms. But I don’t. And that is a problem. God is definitely teaching me what it feels like to long for something and it makes my heart hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what a great reunion that will be when I finally get to see my family, my Breehan, my Ivan, all of my friends. But even better than that will be the day when we, as the bride of Christ, will be wed to Him forever, and will get to enjoy Him in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I want to be most that is on earth? Right here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs069.ash2/36834_588135550056_57508605_34039731_7789342_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" ox="true" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs069.ash2/36834_588135550056_57508605_34039731_7789342_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-764397807477091727?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/764397807477091727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-post-was-written-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/764397807477091727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/764397807477091727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-post-was-written-yesterday.html' title='This post was written yesterday. Tomorrow I will write about the beach and stuff.'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-3205147356311709157</id><published>2010-08-23T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T00:13:50.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Pray</title><content type='html'>Today I don't have any stories, just a prayer request. Please pray for the drug violence in Mexico to stop! I really want to be able to go into Mexico to the orphanage but it's scary over there. Pray that whatever God's will is would be worked out in this situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-3205147356311709157?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/3205147356311709157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/pray.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3205147356311709157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3205147356311709157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4166461912444672295</id><published>2010-08-22T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T00:45:46.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>What a difference a week makes</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, I was ready to pack it in and go home. I missed my &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;. I missed my &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;. I missed my &lt;strong&gt;church&lt;/strong&gt;. And I'm not going to lie, I still miss them all day every day, but it doesn't weigh on me like it did last week. Last week I was like a balloon &lt;em&gt;[all of my MCA friends will enjoy any balloon reference so I thought this might be a good metaphor]&lt;/em&gt;, one little poke and I would have exploded&lt;em&gt; [in tears, not literally exploded]. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this week has been so renewing for me. God has really been working on my heart, many times without me realizing it. I continually tell Him that I need Him so desperately and He takes care of the rest! How amazing that God looks on wicked me and sees Jesus in my place and makes me His child. He has given me peace and joy about being here. It's wonderful. &lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt; is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, school started. I was asked to substitute teach a 9th grade English class while their normal teacher, Naomi, is out of town. It &lt;strike&gt;was&lt;/strike&gt; is terrifying &lt;em&gt;[I still have one more day on Monday]&lt;/em&gt; and I teach wayyyy to fast, but it's good to know that I'm freeing up whoever would have been teaching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sign in to the Missionary Evangelism website on Thursday or most of Friday, so I didn't really have a lot on my list that I was able to accomplish, but I still had fun. Plus, I wore this awesome hat. But I think the kids thought I was being serious so that really was just awkward and not super funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/THCpe3ZiNiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8bfxOSBJyeY/s1600/hat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/THCpe3ZiNiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8bfxOSBJyeY/s320/hat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday night we had a family dinner. I. Love. Family. Dinner. It's so fun to sit around and hang out with everyone. At first we thought it was a somewhat daunting task to get everyone together but, in my opinion, it is totally worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic. Aren't we cuuuute?&lt;em&gt; [The correct answer is "yes"]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Left to right: Me, Erika, Brent, Ilonka, Melinda, Emily. Missing: Naomi]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/THCqF0vo4tI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SWAfN7QdD8M/s1600/familydinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/THCqF0vo4tI/AAAAAAAAAgc/SWAfN7QdD8M/s320/familydinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we worked and then had leftovers family dinner and watched "Rat Race." Let me just tell you, any movie with cow comedy, I LOVE. &lt;em&gt;[See also "O Brother Where Art Thou."]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble for awhile and then went over to Chago and Trinette's to watch the kiddos. We watched some movies, played Twister, and cuddled some puppies. I also got to say the infamous words "say 'Yes Ma'am'". It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friends are beginning to feel like old friends and I'm loving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer: Pray that I would get to know the students and be able to show Christ to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4166461912444672295?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4166461912444672295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-difference-week-makes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4166461912444672295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4166461912444672295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-difference-week-makes.html' title='What a difference a week makes'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/THCpe3ZiNiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8bfxOSBJyeY/s72-c/hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-2231369725422699641</id><published>2010-08-18T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:50:09.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>So much to tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TGynsm_uWmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/DIyS6JkpUxA/s1600/Girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TGynsm_uWmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/DIyS6JkpUxA/s320/Girls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Left to Right: Ilonka, Melinda, Naomi, Me, Erika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This has been a spectacular couple of days. Yesterday, we had a pool party and it was so fun. We played some really ridiculous and unsuccessful&amp;nbsp;pool games, had some good food, and played Signs &lt;i&gt;[which is pretty much Brent's favorite game ever].&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Juan called me and asked me to make an intern application sometime before the afternoon. That was fine until I realized we were getting out of our in-service meeting at noon which was 1pm where Juan was and I hadn't even started. I ended up finishing it on time &lt;em&gt;[Praise the Lord!!!]&lt;/em&gt; and then started on editing something for the Curling's website. It was awesome to finally get to do some of the stuff I was hired for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Brent came into the office and asked if I would be a substitute teacher for Naomi's 9th grade english class for Thursday, Friday, and Monday. I wasn't thrilled but I said I would go talk to her. When I went in there she explained everything that I would be doing so I didn't want her to have&amp;nbsp; to explain it again to someone else. Needless to say, I'm going to be teaching for three days. I'm super-scared but I know that this will be a good experience. God has placed me in this position so I pray that I will glorify Him and say only that which He would have me say. &lt;em&gt;[God wills it! Right Seth/Brett?]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had our first family dinner with all of the interns...Aww. Right? Right. Ilonka cooked an awesome meal and it was fun just hanging out with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I'm becoming more an more myself with these people. Quiet, Awkward Tori is so blah. Awkward, Fun Tori is so yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer: Please pray that I would be able to keep a handle on my classroom tomorrow and not have a panic attack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-2231369725422699641?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/2231369725422699641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2231369725422699641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2231369725422699641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-to-tell.html' title='So much to tell'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TGynsm_uWmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/DIyS6JkpUxA/s72-c/Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4416659198634924542</id><published>2010-08-17T00:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:15:52.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tori&apos;s Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>The Blackberry Saga...or something</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a little story about how everything God does is for a purpose, even the small and seemingly insignificant stuff. This is going to seem random to begin with but it will make sense by the end &lt;em&gt;[I hope].&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few months ago, my parents went to NYC and I watched my younger brothers. Due to a series of unfortunate events, my phone got wet and the track ball didn’t work. I talked to the Verizon guy and he told me to take my battery out and leave it for a while. Random right?&lt;em&gt; [You would think so, but you would also be wrong.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I set my phone on the sink while I showered. During my shower I decided I needed to text something to someone &lt;em&gt;[so specific, right?]&lt;/em&gt; but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to send this text for the right reasons. I got out of the shower and thought about how I could “put my fleece out” &lt;em&gt;[like Gideon]&lt;/em&gt; but then decided that I would just go ahead and text the person. When I got to my phone, low and behold my track ball didn’t work. So I rebooted the phone and it still wouldn’t work. There was my answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I felt like there was no purpose for my phone not to work while my parents were out of town, it taught me how to fix it in that situation AND decided my texting dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great, by the way. The development office gals skyped with Juan and got our assignments for the semester, so now I actually know what I’m doing here! Tonight we had orientation so I got to meet some of the students. They are presh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear about YOU! Please leave me a comment telling me a little about what you’re up to and let me know if you have anything you want me to pray for&lt;em&gt; [Sorry, Emily. “for which to pray”].&lt;/em&gt; I really do want to know, I’m not just being nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4416659198634924542?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4416659198634924542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/blackberry-sagaor-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4416659198634924542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4416659198634924542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/blackberry-sagaor-something.html' title='The Blackberry Saga...or something'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-3292687281102540983</id><published>2010-08-16T00:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:44:35.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>My first Sunday away</title><content type='html'>Hello all. Today was my first Sunday away from Heritage. Little did I know how hard it would be. Looking back now, I think I have taken Heritage for granted, at least to some extent. Needless to say, this morning was emotional for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a mental breakdown and called my mom&lt;em&gt; [because that’s what people do when they have mental breakdowns, right?]&lt;/em&gt; and then took a much needed nap. When I awoke&lt;em&gt; [classy]&lt;/em&gt; I was greeted by 10 sweet texts and face book messages from friends and family telling me that they were praying for me today. This so uplifted me! If you know a missionary personally &lt;em&gt;[not just me, though I would appreciate it too]&lt;/em&gt;, you should text/facebook them and let them know you’re praying for them and give them some encouragement. It goes a loooooong way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had a group worship time with all the interns and Chago and Trinette. It was great. We got to talk a little about the church as well and I’m feeling much better about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Requests: Pray that if I am supposed to stay at Faith Baptist I would be plugged in where God wants me and where He will receive glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again, sweet friends and family, for all your encouragement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-3292687281102540983?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/3292687281102540983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-first-sunday-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3292687281102540983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3292687281102540983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-first-sunday-away.html' title='My first Sunday away'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-916786765173157414</id><published>2010-08-15T00:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:45:48.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>A post with a picture, what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hello beautiful readers! I hope you all are having an amazing day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday the newbies gave our testimonies at in-service…and I don’t really remember what work we did. Oops. After work Emily, Erika, and I went running at a park nearby. It was a good run but we were swimming through our sweat on the way home&lt;em&gt; [you’re welcome for that visual].&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TGdxFBhNQVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HByXuGUR5zA/s1600/36819_588782283996_57508605_34063818_7843655_n+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TGdxFBhNQVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HByXuGUR5zA/s320/36819_588782283996_57508605_34063818_7843655_n+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was a hard day. I thought that a day after running I would be super-energized like I normally am. Nope, not today. While we did get A LOT done, I was just so worn out. But I love that God does that. On days when I feel I should be self-sufficient, He reminds me just how much I need Him. And it’s a lot. I cannot even function without His grace and I’m so thankful that He gives it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work we went to Wal-Mart. I felt like I spent a lot of money but I realized that I bought a bunch of stuff that will last for a while &lt;em&gt;[contact solution, laundry basket, pillow, etc]&lt;/em&gt; and that made me feel a lot better about my purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to Chago and Trinette’s house. We ate dinner and watched Matilda&lt;em&gt; [which, surprisingly, I have never seen].&lt;/em&gt; That Ms. Trunchbull is the worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer request: I will be going to Faith Baptist Church in the morning. I haven’t been to a new church on a Sunday morning &lt;em&gt;[other than at Carson Newman]&lt;/em&gt; in….a long time, so I’m a little nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-916786765173157414?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/916786765173157414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/post-with-picture-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/916786765173157414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/916786765173157414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/post-with-picture-what.html' title='A post with a picture, what?'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/TGdxFBhNQVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HByXuGUR5zA/s72-c/36819_588782283996_57508605_34063818_7843655_n+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1133463599727012963</id><published>2010-08-13T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:01:46.045-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>My second ever missio... just kidding</title><content type='html'>Today was the BOMB. And I don't use that lightly &lt;em&gt;[Actually I do, but not this time]&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was our first day of in-service. We had morning devos, went over our book that we're reading &lt;em&gt;[which I am supposed to be reading right now]&lt;/em&gt;, and talked about the vision of the school. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we worked on setting up rooms and decorating bulliten boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work we went to Chuck-e-Cheese! So flipping fun. We took some amazing pictures in the photobooth but they were cleaned up along with our trash so we no longer have those sweet memories. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, we got to work painting Melinda's &lt;em&gt;[my roomie who I met about 30 minutes ago] &lt;/em&gt;classroom. We listened to some jams and painted for a Very. Long. Time. Then we ran into Melinda and helped her bring her stuff into the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this was a very event oriented post and is not very meaningful but don't you worry your pretty little head, big things are happening. God is working and it is excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the prayer requests: I feel like we definitely bonded some today. I mean, how can you play ski ball with someone and not be friends?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer for today: Pray for Melinda as she settles in to our house and the school. Pray that she meshes well with everyone and feels welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1133463599727012963?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1133463599727012963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-second-ever-missio-just-kidding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1133463599727012963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1133463599727012963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-second-ever-missio-just-kidding.html' title='My second ever missio... just kidding'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1165641207448815050</id><published>2010-08-12T00:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:07:08.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My first ever missionary blog post</title><content type='html'>I’m here! As I write I’m sitting on my new bed in my big wonderful room in Texas with the book I’m supposed to be reading for in-service tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was very hard. I kept on a brave face for most of it, mostly because I don’t like to be vulnerable. I realize that vulnerability is beautiful and important for building honest relationships but it’s so hard to show new people everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flights were wonderful. The weather was super gorg. When I got to the Harlingen airport, I met Ilonka, one of the other interns who was here last year, at baggage claim. She went back to the car to get Brent and they helped me take my bags to the car. Trinette, Chago’s wife, was waiting in the car. Let me tell you, I LOVE her! After a quick tour and a little settling, I went to dinner with the rest of the interns and Chago and Trinette. I can’t remember the name of the restaurant but it. Was. Overwhelming. People, smoke, smells, and noise. But the food was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home and I moved some of my stuff around and went to bed. I had a really hard time sleeping and had my first “Why am I here?” moment. But I made it and I’m still glad I’m here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the grocery store&lt;em&gt; [Secret: My first time grocery shopping extensively by myself].&lt;/em&gt; Later I had a meeting with Chago to discuss what I’ll be doing and, well, I’m still not sure exactly what I’m doing. He did mention the possibility of me teaching a literature class. That. Is. Terrifying. But I know it would be a really great experience. Whatever God wants for me is good. I know that I can do it with Him &lt;em&gt;[But not alone! No no no!]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer: At the end of these blog posts I think I’ll write prayer requests. Sound good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pray that God would place me doing exactly what He wants me to do and that He would give me the grace to be willing and able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pray that I would bond with the other girls and be able to be vulnerable with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys! Thank you for your prayers and kind words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1165641207448815050?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1165641207448815050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-first-ever-missionary-blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1165641207448815050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1165641207448815050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-first-ever-missionary-blog-post.html' title='My first ever missionary blog post'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1693527097646366544</id><published>2010-07-19T00:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:15:56.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just FYI</title><content type='html'>I'm getting on a plane and moving to Texas in three weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1693527097646366544?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1693527097646366544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-fyi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1693527097646366544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1693527097646366544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-fyi.html' title='Just FYI'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-2758668711941734677</id><published>2010-07-03T00:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:56:01.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This time I haven't been neglecting you</title><content type='html'>There's just too much to tell. It's overwhelming to even think about writing about all the new changes in my life. My journal is also feeling neglected because I have too much going on to even write about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-2758668711941734677?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/2758668711941734677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-time-i-havent-been-neglecting-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2758668711941734677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2758668711941734677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-time-i-havent-been-neglecting-you.html' title='This time I haven&apos;t been neglecting you'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-7711160735021553982</id><published>2010-06-22T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:13:39.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 in 1001'/><title type='text'>101 in 1001 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;6. Make a new friend and keep them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically we still haven't been friends all that long, but I do have a new friend or two and I plan to keep them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Move out/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Leave the country/44. Volunteer at an orphanage/91. Get a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met with a missionary about working with them for the next school year. It's looking very good. All of these will be accomplished if I go. More details to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Read 50 books (6/50)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I am doing terribly on this one. But I'm reading this book and it's really boring and I can't get through it. &lt;em&gt;[Excuses, I know.]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Drink only water for 30 consecutive days (30/30)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically I changed this to coffee and water because I decided that I can't live without coffee for 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Go to a play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestie bought me tickets to see Beauty and the Beast in Nashville last week. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Get moleskin journals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one for graduation and have been writing in it almost every day since my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. My room clean for a month straight (31/31) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Graduate with a 3.5 GPA or higher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is debatable as to whether or not I accomplished it. I graduated Cum Laude but my GPA actually ended up being a 3.44. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Have a big hair day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. Do something completely embarrassing and memorable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/dentist-mchottie-and-me.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/toris-stories.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Start a slow clap in a crowded place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best moments of my life for sure. I was chaperoning a youth conference and there were about 200 people in the room. It. Was. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Pet an intense animal - tiger, elephant, giraffe, rhino, etc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pet a camel but I don't really know if that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Get a puppy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! Love my baby, Ivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. Be picked first for Ultimate Frisbee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother picked me first. But it was my graduation day and I told him to so I don't really know if that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Make an awesome mix CD for a random friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made one for my friend, Trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-7711160735021553982?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/7711160735021553982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/101-in-1001-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7711160735021553982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7711160735021553982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/101-in-1001-update.html' title='101 in 1001 Update'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-2726206259207109263</id><published>2010-06-21T21:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:47:54.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kellyneedham.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kelly Needham&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;[wife of singer-songwriter &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimmyneedham.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jimmy Needham&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;] recently wrote on her blog about something that she had journaled about. She said "I say that everything is a loss compared to knowing you. But do I really mean that? How often do I suffer losses to know you more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer my life has gone from having only a few friends that I rarely hang out with to having all kinds of friends who want to hang out a lot. That is great! It is very new to be busy and I'm really enjoying it. I have been able to counsel a week of camp and have been asked to counsel another. I have a boy that I like and the feeling might be mutual &lt;em&gt;[?]&lt;/em&gt;. I have a lot of free time to spend with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feeling pretty sure that God is calling me to do a missionary internship with &lt;a href="http://curlings.org/"&gt;Missionary Evangelism&lt;/a&gt; in Mexico where I would be living in an orphanage taking care of the kiddos during the week. &lt;em&gt;[I have to confess, though, that I have not spent a lot of time in prayer about it and I really need to go do that immediately.] &lt;/em&gt;Don't get me wrong; this is a good thing. I am very excited about the prospect and I am going to have breakfast with the Curlings in the morning. But, to some extent, this is a loss. I will lose my hang-time with my new friends, my possibility of an apartment in the near(ish) future, my boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Christ gave everything for me. Why should I not give up these few things for a semester/year/lifetime when He gave His life for me? When He has saved me from hell? I must count it all loss compared to the greatness of knowing and serving Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-2726206259207109263?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/2726206259207109263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/kelly-needham-wife-of-singer-songwriter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2726206259207109263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2726206259207109263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/kelly-needham-wife-of-singer-songwriter.html' title='Mexico'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4095013075660509011</id><published>2010-06-21T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:30:53.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I needed this</title><content type='html'>And you might need it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://denisehildreth.typepad.com/flying_solo/2010/06/monday-musings-1.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4095013075660509011?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4095013075660509011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-needed-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4095013075660509011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4095013075660509011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-needed-this.html' title='I needed this'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-8395697082807965030</id><published>2010-06-03T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:22:15.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tori&apos;s Stories'/><title type='text'>Dentist McHottie and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ladies and gents, do I have a story for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You see, today I went to the dentist to get a cavity filled. [&lt;em&gt;Don't look at me like that. It was my second one ever and it was tiny. My hygenist loves me.&lt;/em&gt;] The last time I was at the dentist's office I met the new dentist who is taking over the practice. [&lt;em&gt;Hello, Shonda Rhymes. I just came up with a new show for you to produce.&lt;/em&gt;] He is suuuuper fine and young and doesn't wear a wedding ring. I'm just sayin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So I get there and I get the numbing shot and I talk all cute to him and try to impress him. &lt;em&gt;[Because this is how you start a relationship with your dentist, right?&lt;/em&gt;] I EVEN wore my hair down and wore a shirt with sequins. Yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After he finishes the filling the tech lady squirts some water in my mouth for me to swish and then sticks the suction tube in my mouth. I thought that the suction tube had gotten all the water out of my mouth so I opened my mouth and water gushes out. All. Over. Me. While Dr. McHottie is watching me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, usually I can play it cool. Not this time. I waited for him to leave the room while my face turned pink and then threw my hands over my face and sat like that until I could leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ruined our perfect romance that was about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you, my friends, with this picture of me trying desperately to smile while my mouth is numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web3.twitpic.com/img/110154640-8698f9ddb835945a9e85a90a9fe3de2c.4c086c30-full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://web3.twitpic.com/img/110154640-8698f9ddb835945a9e85a90a9fe3de2c.4c086c30-full.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-8395697082807965030?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/8395697082807965030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/dentist-mchottie-and-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8395697082807965030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8395697082807965030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/dentist-mchottie-and-me.html' title='Dentist McHottie and Me'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-3560441153397694290</id><published>2010-06-01T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:38:50.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can just punch me right now</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been over a month since I've blogged. I always think that the things that happen are too boring to blog about or I'm too tired to be witty but really this has been quite an eventful month. I'll do a short recap and then maybe come back and write about each thing more in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated college. [&lt;em&gt;Goodbye ETSU. Hello unemployment&lt;/em&gt;.] And watched my bestie graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began hanging out with my friend Tina every[&lt;em&gt;ish&lt;/em&gt;] Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the season finales of Grey's and Private Practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the series finale of LOST [&lt;em&gt;and was pleased thankyouverymuch&lt;/em&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the zoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started taking Zumba classes. [&lt;em&gt;Goodbye fat. Hello hips that don't lie.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went hiking a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I photographed a wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough about me. What have you been into?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-3560441153397694290?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/3560441153397694290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-can-just-punch-me-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3560441153397694290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3560441153397694290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-can-just-punch-me-right-now.html' title='You can just punch me right now'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-737167069164538378</id><published>2010-04-22T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:10:05.806-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Series'/><title type='text'>A Series</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking about doing a blog series. Because all the cool kids are doing it, right? &lt;em&gt;[Realistically, the cool kids are 1. Not reading this blog 2. Not blogging but doing cool things instead.]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I commit to this idea, I really need to come up with a few more days worth of content. So be patient because I think you and I will both enjoy this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. At least I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-737167069164538378?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/737167069164538378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/04/series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/737167069164538378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/737167069164538378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/04/series.html' title='A Series'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-229954717920907370</id><published>2010-04-14T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:53:12.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vlog'/><title type='text'>Because I've Neglected You</title><content type='html'>I found this randomly on my hard drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/inwmwvGAz0M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/inwmwvGAz0M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-229954717920907370?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/229954717920907370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-ive-neglected-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/229954717920907370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/229954717920907370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-ive-neglected-you.html' title='Because I&apos;ve Neglected You'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-6475140446906980134</id><published>2010-04-13T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:49:03.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Major slacking</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the slacking but it's 25 days until graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnd, I just found out &lt;em&gt;[read: "I haven't looked at my syllabus in a month or two because I've completely stopped caring about school."]&lt;/em&gt; that I have a 15-pager due on Thursday. Yep, today is Tuesday and I have just barely started now. Kill. Me. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I will write something meaningful again. Until then, I leave you with this. Me and my new sweet baby, Ivan. &lt;em&gt;[Ok, ok, he's the whole family's dog.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/86022003.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1271196253&amp;amp;Signature=yaagE5yZV6a5uYyLjNI2UoZkWvk%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/86022003.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;amp;Expires=1271196253&amp;amp;Signature=yaagE5yZV6a5uYyLjNI2UoZkWvk%3D" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-6475140446906980134?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/6475140446906980134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/04/major-slacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6475140446906980134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6475140446906980134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/04/major-slacking.html' title='Major slacking'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-416867048143472302</id><published>2010-04-05T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:46:01.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerable</title><content type='html'>I'm not good at being vulnerable. Stasi Eldridge would tell me that vulnerability is one of the most beautiful characteristics in a woman and she's probably right; but I like to cover up in garments of humor, strength, and sarcasm. I keep my heart closed off from everyone. How do I reverse that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-416867048143472302?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/416867048143472302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/04/vulnerable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/416867048143472302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/416867048143472302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/04/vulnerable.html' title='Vulnerable'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-6237930513719217693</id><published>2010-03-26T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:34:34.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 in 1001'/><title type='text'>5k</title><content type='html'>Gotta hit the sack because I will be running in a 5k tomorrow thus completing #23 "Participate in an organized 5k"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it will be cold.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it will be early.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my lungs will catch on fire and burn the whole city down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I will feel accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-6237930513719217693?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/6237930513719217693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/5k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6237930513719217693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6237930513719217693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/5k.html' title='5k'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1332055126960517450</id><published>2010-03-18T00:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:52:44.422-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>My Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>Because I have a blog tag called "Obsessions", I thought I would tell you about my guilty pleasures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The Jonas Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S6GtgifSVvI/AAAAAAAAAds/jPUPw5cjQKo/s1600-h/tumblr_kvnhemtOiW1qa4541o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S6GtgifSVvI/AAAAAAAAAds/jPUPw5cjQKo/s320/tumblr_kvnhemtOiW1qa4541o1_500.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Nick in a suit, Joe with a polaroid camera. I just died.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S6GtA4-7VmI/AAAAAAAAAdk/w7fc8StWz5s/s1600-h/tumblr_kuy3acJiQT1qa4541o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S6GtA4-7VmI/AAAAAAAAAdk/w7fc8StWz5s/s320/tumblr_kuy3acJiQT1qa4541o1_500.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S6Gse1WAzWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/l92yEtDDYDY/s1600-h/tumblr_ksgcucFBg71qzll73o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S6Gse1WAzWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/l92yEtDDYDY/s320/tumblr_ksgcucFBg71qzll73o1_500.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Hello! Boys and Girls, who can say no to Blue's Clues, an Operation board, and Pa Grape? Not me, that's for sure.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, duh, you already knew this. I think I've made my obsession for these boys very clear. Now, their music may not be your favorite, and I can totally respect that, but these boys are so kind, funny, and attractive. Then end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The Duggars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spitefulcritic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/18-19-kids-and-counting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://www.spitefulcritic.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/18-19-kids-and-counting.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched "19 Kids and Counting"? It is seriously one of my all-time favorite shows. At first it was like watching a train wreck because there were just. so. many. kids. But then as I watched, I grew to love them! Jim Bob &lt;em&gt;[don't make fun] &lt;/em&gt;and Michelle are such good parents and they really do everything to the glorification of God. If you haven't watched this show, you need to get on the bandwagon right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can type all of the Duggars names in 42 seconds flat. As in, I have memorized all 22 &lt;em&gt;[including Josh's wife, Anna] &lt;/em&gt;names &lt;em&gt;[don't judge me]&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Teenage Gossip Magazines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Twist-Magazine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/Twist-Magazine.jpg" vt="true" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/J-14-Magazine1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/J-14-Magazine1.jpg" vt="true" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, this is an embarrassing one for sure. I have subscriptions to both TWIST magazine and J-14. &lt;em&gt;[What does the 14 stand for? I'd rather not say.]&lt;/em&gt; I love to read about all the Disney kids and young Hollywood celebs. Hey, at least I'm not reading Cosmo, right? [&lt;em&gt;Right???]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/06_03/HarryPotterBWP_468x357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/06_03/HarryPotterBWP_468x357.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooove Harry Potter. &lt;em&gt;[More specifically Rupert Grint.] &lt;/em&gt;I know quite a few of the spells by heart and while I don't go around using them all the time, I do like to make references to them from time to time. Also, I didn't read the books when I was a kid. I started reading them when I was 19. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. You didn't think I was cool before and this blog post really didn't help anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your guilty pleasures? Please tell me so I don't feel so alone in my lameness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1332055126960517450?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1332055126960517450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-guilty-pleasures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1332055126960517450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1332055126960517450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-guilty-pleasures.html' title='My Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S6GtgifSVvI/AAAAAAAAAds/jPUPw5cjQKo/s72-c/tumblr_kvnhemtOiW1qa4541o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-614686942605200168</id><published>2010-03-11T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:26:56.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Heartsick Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S5nDrgovLwI/AAAAAAAAAdU/oRhvZdYWAPo/s1600-h/tumblr_kuytyzQeCg1qap97oo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S5nDrgovLwI/AAAAAAAAAdU/oRhvZdYWAPo/s320/tumblr_kuytyzQeCg1qap97oo1_500.png" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am the queen of being heartsick. Seriously. If there was a Heartsick Queen, I would probably sweep the vote. &lt;em&gt;[I guess, technically, you don’t vote for queens. Whatever, you get the picture.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am a serial crusher. &lt;em&gt;[Not a cereal crusher, guys. That would be too messy.] &lt;/em&gt;If I like a guy, I'm a total goner. &lt;em&gt;[Is that really how you spell goner? Ew. Dislike.]&lt;/em&gt; I fall head-over-heels ridiculously fast and then I walk around like a total moron hanging on his every word. My every thought surrounds him. I listen to sappy/sad songs and watch movies and think "If only that was us." It's dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Because of this problem I have, I really like not having anyone to crush on. I'm a much happier person for the most part because I can listen to fun/catchy music and watch non-romantic comedies. I get more schoolwork done and my conversations are deeper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So recently, I had a crush on this boy &lt;em&gt;[You're shocked, right?] &lt;/em&gt;and did all of the above. But I was thinking about it and I decided that me listening to sappy music, or really even me having certain feelings for this boy, is not going to make him like me. It's just not. If God wants me to have a relationship with someone, He will make it happen whether or not I am crushing on that someone. So I've decided to give up my crushes. God's got a handle on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was talking to my new friend, &lt;a href="http://stephanieamber.wordpress.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;, about all of this and this is what she had to say. &lt;em&gt;[Yes, Stephanie, I'm a total nerd and copied and pasted this part of our conversation for myself because I like what you said so much! It's just because you're so dang cool.] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's funny how much we think that our emotions/feelings/etc determine who we end up with. And i think to some extent they do, but i'd rather my faith and the Lord determine it all. And then just let me have the faithfulness to follow through with it." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yep. She's smart. I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-614686942605200168?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/614686942605200168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/heartsick-queen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/614686942605200168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/614686942605200168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/heartsick-queen.html' title='The Heartsick Queen'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S5nDrgovLwI/AAAAAAAAAdU/oRhvZdYWAPo/s72-c/tumblr_kuytyzQeCg1qap97oo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-755719197333440129</id><published>2010-03-10T20:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:25:47.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 in 1001'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vlog'/><title type='text'>101 in 1001 Vlog</title><content type='html'>Yep, my first vlog. I know, I'm a total nerd. Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPPAQ9FEs9U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kPPAQ9FEs9U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[And what a cute screencap, right? No.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-755719197333440129?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/755719197333440129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/101-in-1001-vlog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/755719197333440129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/755719197333440129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/101-in-1001-vlog.html' title='101 in 1001 Vlog'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5457258289346477969</id><published>2010-03-08T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:03:52.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>I was 15 at the wrong time</title><content type='html'>You would be lying if you said this song wasn't catchy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kffacxfA7G4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kffacxfA7G4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-5457258289346477969?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5457258289346477969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-15-at-wrong-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5457258289346477969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5457258289346477969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-15-at-wrong-time.html' title='I was 15 at the wrong time'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5767408771099335287</id><published>2010-03-06T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:36:12.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tori&apos;s Stories'/><title type='text'>Tori's Stories</title><content type='html'>I thought I would tell you about an embarrassing moment that happened to me recently because, I mean, what's more "real" than telling really embarrassing stories about yourself? &lt;em&gt;[Please let me preface this by saying that embarrassing things happen to me all the time. I'm basically a walking awkward moment. But, whatever, I have to embrace it.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday the paper that I work for was having a meeting to get to know all the newbies &lt;em&gt;[like myself]&lt;/em&gt; and talk about story ideas. I had dreaded this meeting all &lt;strike&gt;week&lt;/strike&gt; day because I hate meeting new people and having to come up with small-talk. Basically, I like to have a buffer because then, when I don't know what to say, the buffer sweeps in and saves the day. But it was just me. All alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got there about 20 minutes early &lt;em&gt;[for those of you who don't really know me, I am perpetually early. Can't help it. I try to be late and it still doesn't happen.] &lt;/em&gt;and sat in my car for a while. At about 5 minutes until meeting time, I walked up to the Culp &lt;em&gt;[the student center]&lt;/em&gt; because I knew it would take me about 4 minutes to get there. &lt;em&gt;[Guys, I'm a planner. It's a disease.]&lt;/em&gt; I did this so I would be right on time but not a minute late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, I saw through the&amp;nbsp;glass door&amp;nbsp;that about 8 people&amp;nbsp;were already sitting in there waiting. I exhaled and pushed the door. Didn't budge. Everyone looked up. So I tried pulling. Nope. So I tried the other side. Nothing. My face began to turn red and I made some awkward fake whining comment and knocked on the door. Finally, someone pushed the button from the inside that apparently had to be pushed before the door would open. I walked inside. Said "Yeah, that was awesome." &lt;em&gt;[Not.]&lt;/em&gt; And then I quickly took a chair. Blushing all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in reality this sequence probably lasted no more than&amp;nbsp;15 seconds. But oh man. It. Was. Awkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;What have I learned from all of this, you ask? Go by the place of meeting the day before and check out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;While I'm on this pictures of me as a kid kick, I will show you an awkward picture of me as a kid. Nope, the awkwardness is not a recent development, folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19136_564117926566_57508605_33207728_7100804_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19136_564117926566_57508605_33207728_7100804_n.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-5767408771099335287?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5767408771099335287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/toris-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5767408771099335287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5767408771099335287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/toris-stories.html' title='Tori&apos;s Stories'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-8144719211363888240</id><published>2010-03-05T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:03:38.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Be</title><content type='html'>Imma be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better blogger. For realz, guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my problem: Usually I have no idea what to write about. I feel like the things that are "real to me" &lt;em&gt;[I'm taking notes from the JoBros&amp;nbsp;comments on song writing, Duh.]&lt;/em&gt; are really boring and stupid. So I either need to start thinking deeper or need to be funnier or something! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here we go. I'm going to &lt;strike&gt;try to&lt;/strike&gt; start taking more pictures and videos and making this blog more fun and more Tori. I'll try not to talk about the Jonas Brothers too much. &lt;em&gt;[But hey, it's a part of me!] &lt;/em&gt;I really will work on having some kind of meaningful content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll leave you with this. An ugly baby picture of me. &lt;em&gt;[Because let's face it. I was UGLY!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19136_564117457506_57508605_33207642_2784243_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" kt="true" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19136_564117457506_57508605_33207642_2784243_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-8144719211363888240?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/8144719211363888240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/imma-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8144719211363888240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8144719211363888240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/03/imma-be.html' title='Imma Be'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-6143188356617476948</id><published>2010-02-27T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T13:51:49.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Things (The Best of the 800s)</title><content type='html'>For a little pick-me-up on your Saturday, here are a few more &lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/"&gt;Awesome Things&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■#898 Playing old-school video games &lt;em&gt;[Super Mario Bros, please and thank you]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■#895 Getting something with actual handwriting on it in the mail &lt;em&gt;[Hint Hint!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■#892 Taking your shoes and socks off after a really long day&lt;br /&gt;■#890 Really, really tall people &lt;em&gt;[One of my favorite things in life is to stand next to the basketball players at my school. If I'm walking next to them, I'm walking sloooooow]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■#888 Peeing in a pool &lt;em&gt;[I'm not a big pool pee-er, but I have friends that swear by it]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■#886 High fiving babies&lt;br /&gt;■#879 The Parking Lot Pull Through&lt;br /&gt;■#878 The smell and sound of a campfire&lt;br /&gt;■#877 Getting in a line just before it gets really long&lt;br /&gt;■#872 The feeling of scrunching sand in your feet&lt;br /&gt;■#871 Finding out your birthday is on a Friday or Saturday next year&lt;br /&gt;■#852 The smell of the coffee aisle in the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;■#844 Celebrities on Sesame Street&lt;br /&gt;■#843 Getting out of the car after a really long trip&lt;br /&gt;■#837 Pushing those little buttons on the soft drink cup lid&lt;br /&gt;■#834 Building an amazing couch cushion fort &lt;em&gt;[Tanner and I used to make these mugs all the time]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■#828 Remembering what movie that guy is from&lt;br /&gt;■#821 When the public bathroom has paper towels instead of hand dryers&lt;br /&gt;■#812 When you’re drowning and then a dolphin comes to your rescue &lt;em&gt;[Technically this has never happened to me but I'm positive that I would think it was awesome if it did]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite awesome things in life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-6143188356617476948?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/6143188356617476948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/awesome-things-best-of-800s.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6143188356617476948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6143188356617476948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/awesome-things-best-of-800s.html' title='Awesome Things (The Best of the 800s)'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-2590832679689935892</id><published>2010-02-25T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:34:55.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S4YKn9UsdYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/b0FetGFvFfI/s1600-h/tumblr_kvygg7gczp1qabkzno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S4YKn9UsdYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/b0FetGFvFfI/s400/tumblr_kvygg7gczp1qabkzno1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot see it. You cannot see what I see in you. I wish you could understand. It's there. Believe me. One day I hope that I can find the right words to tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-2590832679689935892?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/2590832679689935892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/clearly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2590832679689935892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2590832679689935892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/clearly.html' title='Clearly'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S4YKn9UsdYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/b0FetGFvFfI/s72-c/tumblr_kvygg7gczp1qabkzno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-171862491744162138</id><published>2010-02-21T00:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:28:13.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>Cougar?</title><content type='html'>Hypothetically speaking [&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;not really&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;], if I bought Justin Bieber's "One Time" CD, does that make me a cougar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD7mucpAeZc/Sv08d92BinI/AAAAAAAAAhU/knk1cqLq0ko/s1600/justin+bieber.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD7mucpAeZc/Sv08d92BinI/AAAAAAAAAhU/knk1cqLq0ko/s320/justin+bieber.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Because if it does, I &lt;strike&gt;don't&lt;/strike&gt; care&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-171862491744162138?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/171862491744162138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/cougar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/171862491744162138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/171862491744162138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/cougar.html' title='Cougar?'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VD7mucpAeZc/Sv08d92BinI/AAAAAAAAAhU/knk1cqLq0ko/s72-c/justin+bieber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-3055510472875157865</id><published>2010-02-19T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:25:14.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Things (The Best of the 900s)</title><content type='html'>We have so many things to be thankful for! Even the littlest, dumbest things. These come from the &lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/"&gt;1000 Awesome Things&lt;/a&gt; blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■#997 Locking people out of the car and pretending to drive away&lt;br /&gt;■#995 Finding money you didn’t even know you lost&lt;br /&gt;■#974 High tens&lt;br /&gt;■#958 Being the first person into a really crowded movie theater and getting the prime seats&lt;br /&gt;■#940 Terrible businesses run by children &lt;em&gt;[My childhood best friend and I had a rock painting and selling business and we were trying to make a club where members would have to pay dues.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;■#926 The Runaway Truck Ramp&lt;br /&gt;■#917 The moment at a concert after the lights go out and before the band comes on stage&lt;br /&gt;■#912 Hanging your hand out the window of a car&lt;br /&gt;■#905 Using all the different shampoos and soaps in someone else’s shower&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-3055510472875157865?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/3055510472875157865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/awesome-things-best-of-900s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3055510472875157865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3055510472875157865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/awesome-things-best-of-900s.html' title='Awesome Things (The Best of the 900s)'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-7180110452160013547</id><published>2010-02-19T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:12:01.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure Friday'/><title type='text'>Failure Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Breathtaking. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S39gxGs_k9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/EYSJA3mii4I/s1600-h/epic-fail-scent-fail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S39gxGs_k9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/EYSJA3mii4I/s400/epic-fail-scent-fail.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-7180110452160013547?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/7180110452160013547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/failure-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7180110452160013547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7180110452160013547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/failure-friday.html' title='Failure Friday'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S39gxGs_k9I/AAAAAAAAAdE/EYSJA3mii4I/s72-c/epic-fail-scent-fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-7329615604998969390</id><published>2010-02-18T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:04:58.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><title type='text'>I'm In Love</title><content type='html'>It's official, guys. I can't hide it any more. I'm in looooooooove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE OLYMPICS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I just figure this out? Seriously. Everytime team USA gets on I hold my breath for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite event, you ask? Speed skating!!!!!! [But I'm totally casual about it &lt;strike&gt;NOT.&lt;/strike&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If J.R. Celski asked me to marry him right now, guys, I would say "Duh!" He is just the cutest thing I have ever seen. [Period. The end. No contest.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.bleacherreport.com/images_root/images/photos/000/820/356/96674018.jpg.10951_feature.jpg?1266131696" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="217" src="http://cdn.bleacherreport.com/images_root/images/photos/000/820/356/96674018.jpg.10951_feature.jpg?1266131696" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Are you watching the Olympics? What's your favorite event? Who's your favorite athlete? [Celski, right?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-7329615604998969390?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/7329615604998969390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7329615604998969390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7329615604998969390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m In Love'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-6985677199499452393</id><published>2010-02-10T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:36:12.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I know it's not Friday, but this one couldn't wait! Failure &lt;strike&gt;Friday&lt;/strike&gt; Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/failbook-31.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=691" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" kt="true" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/failbook-31.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=691" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-6985677199499452393?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/6985677199499452393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/fail.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6985677199499452393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6985677199499452393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/fail.html' title='Fail'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5073299994389975390</id><published>2010-02-07T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:12:54.524-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><title type='text'>Sweet Jams Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S286ipS4f_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ikrWaIM6o_g/s1600-h/tumblr_kw61q1VYNO1qa4541o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S286ipS4f_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ikrWaIM6o_g/s320/tumblr_kw61q1VYNO1qa4541o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My bad, guys. I haven't forgotten about you. I just had a busy week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Sunday and you know what that means! Sweet Jams Sunday! And let me tell you, this is a special one for me because the Nick Jonas and the Administration CD "Who I Am" came out this week. Guys, let me tell you, there are some stellar tracks on this album! (Sidenote: this is a totally different sound from the Jonas Brothers, so you should give it a listen even if you're not a die hard fan like I am!) The best tracks in my opinion are "Olive and Arrow" and "Last Time Around." OandA has some soul to it whereas LTA has a fun Motown sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If his music won't win you over, don't forget: Nick J is gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-5073299994389975390?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5073299994389975390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-jams-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5073299994389975390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5073299994389975390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-jams-sunday.html' title='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S286ipS4f_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/ikrWaIM6o_g/s72-c/tumblr_kw61q1VYNO1qa4541o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-7110483654697026704</id><published>2010-02-02T23:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:13:11.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>Happy Nick Jonas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Nick Jonas Day everyone! If you haven't already done so, go and pick up the CD at Amazon for $3.99! &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/dplVSj"&gt;http://bit.ly/dplVSj&lt;/a&gt; Or if you like a little more Nick like I do, pick it up on iTunes and get 8 in-studio performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S2j6RS-0rcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yM3E0X3yS-w/s1600-h/tumblr_kx8qp0soF01qzu6qmo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S2j6RS-0rcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yM3E0X3yS-w/s400/tumblr_kx8qp0soF01qzu6qmo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-7110483654697026704?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/7110483654697026704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-nick-jonas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7110483654697026704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7110483654697026704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-nick-jonas-day.html' title='Happy Nick Jonas Day'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S2j6RS-0rcI/AAAAAAAAAcM/yM3E0X3yS-w/s72-c/tumblr_kx8qp0soF01qzu6qmo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-7918732709285455216</id><published>2010-01-31T23:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:49:53.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><title type='text'>Sweet Jams Sunday postponed</title><content type='html'>Too tired for a Sweet Jams Sunday tonight. I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm going to do it tomorrow and it's going to be Lady Antebellum's "Need You Now." Can't hear it enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-7918732709285455216?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/7918732709285455216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-jams-sunday-postponed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7918732709285455216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7918732709285455216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-jams-sunday-postponed.html' title='Sweet Jams Sunday postponed'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5877362634077341898</id><published>2010-01-29T23:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:14:04.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure Friday'/><title type='text'>Failure Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/epic-fail-armed-robbery-fail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="378" kt="true" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/epic-fail-armed-robbery-fail.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-5877362634077341898?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5877362634077341898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/failure-friday_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5877362634077341898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5877362634077341898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/failure-friday_29.html' title='Failure Friday'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-8360044502841104306</id><published>2010-01-28T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:22:03.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S2I1XawQx3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ddKeghh6Pe0/s1600-h/tumblr_kvzp7qua3N1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S2I1XawQx3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ddKeghh6Pe0/s400/tumblr_kvzp7qua3N1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think many times (OK, ok, all the time) I put my hopes in the wrong things. I put too much pressure on all of my relationships because of this. My imagination runs wild with the way I want conversations to go and when they don't happen the way I imagined, I become disappointed. I put my hopes in the wrong things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 43:5 - Why are you downcast, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 17:7 - Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-8360044502841104306?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/8360044502841104306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8360044502841104306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8360044502841104306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S2I1XawQx3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/ddKeghh6Pe0/s72-c/tumblr_kvzp7qua3N1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1840566459359579823</id><published>2010-01-25T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:16:18.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To Bed With A Smile On My Face Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S15sanehY2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/PlhdrsK0ACs/s1600-h/Bree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S15sanehY2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/PlhdrsK0ACs/s400/Bree.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you.&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/855234562235739340-1840566459359579823?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1840566459359579823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-going-to-bed-with-smile-on-my-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1840566459359579823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1840566459359579823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-going-to-bed-with-smile-on-my-face.html' title='I&apos;m Going To Bed With A Smile On My Face Tonight'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S15sanehY2I/AAAAAAAAAb8/PlhdrsK0ACs/s72-c/Bree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4515224859142666437</id><published>2010-01-24T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:23:21.913-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><title type='text'>Sweet Jams Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today, well, I'm just not motivated to pick a particular song and write anything substantial. Sorry dudes. But I do have an album for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Glee&lt;/em&gt; Soundtrack Volumes 1&amp;amp;2 are great! I think Volume 2 is probably my favorite because it has "Smile" and "My Life Would Suck Without You." Even if you don't watch the show, you still may want to check out these albums because they are super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elitearticlesource.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/417_171109glee.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" mt="true" src="http://www.elitearticlesource.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/417_171109glee.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/855234562235739340-4515224859142666437?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4515224859142666437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4515224859142666437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4515224859142666437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5537958971301528439</id><published>2010-01-22T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:26:04.494-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure Friday'/><title type='text'>Failure Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think I may need to invest in this shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S1oz4OIaUCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zjGP30aDXRw/s1600-h/tumblr_krm6c3OUAe1qzzhzdo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S1oz4OIaUCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zjGP30aDXRw/s320/tumblr_krm6c3OUAe1qzzhzdo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/855234562235739340-5537958971301528439?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5537958971301528439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/failure-friday_22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5537958971301528439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5537958971301528439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/failure-friday_22.html' title='Failure Friday'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S1oz4OIaUCI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zjGP30aDXRw/s72-c/tumblr_krm6c3OUAe1qzzhzdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-3429115910254103719</id><published>2010-01-20T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:42:40.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 in 1001'/><title type='text'>101 in 1001 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Run 5 miles without stopping&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, I did go running the other night and did 2 miles without stopping which is really not that big of an accomplishment. I mean, I HAVE run a 5k without stopping but lately I've been pretty bad at running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Read 50 books (1/50)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Finished &lt;em&gt;The Poisonwood Bible&lt;/em&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver. It was pretty good but it was so looooong. Those girls just talk and talk and it follows them through 50 years. I thought the story would end while they're still in their teenage years but noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S1fMyLEyLoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5g0RRw3gudM/s1600-h/tumblr_krmfqp6h2R1qzb5wzo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S1fMyLEyLoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5g0RRw3gudM/s320/tumblr_krmfqp6h2R1qzb5wzo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Laugh until I cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;CHECK! Tanner was moving his mouth while I was talking for him. It was so stupid but way fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Shoot a gun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I haven't done this yet but I have had a lot of offers for people to take me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Get moleskine journals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;CHECK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Go thrifting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CHECK! I got a wolf t-shirt! Ha. I'm such a hipster now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Say “yes” to something to which I would normally say “no”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an opportunity to do this on Sunday but had band practice so I still had to say no. Boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. My room clean for a month straight (13/31) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! This is like some kind of record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Start a slow clap in a crowded place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried SO many times but no one wants to comply. I think I need it to be more crowded anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Make an awesome mix CD for a random friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK! Trip is getting a CD with the following songs on it (You should definitely look them up!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Abba Father - Daniel Doss Band&lt;br /&gt;2. Blue Eyes - Cary Brothers&lt;br /&gt;3. Bulletproof Weeks - Matt Nathanson&lt;br /&gt;4. Can't Let Go - Landon Pigg&lt;br /&gt;5. Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;6. Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm Ready - Jack's Mannequin&lt;br /&gt;8. If My Heart Was A House - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;9. Just Let Go - Mae&lt;br /&gt;10. Meteor Shower - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;11. Mexico - Jump Little Children&lt;br /&gt;12. Old Fashioned Letters - Jason Reeves &lt;br /&gt;13. September 22nd - Nathan Angelo&lt;br /&gt;14. Stay Awhile - Erick Baker&lt;br /&gt;15. Such Great Heights - Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;16. There Is None - The Working Title&lt;br /&gt;17. Who I Am - Nick Jonas and the Administration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts? Any songs you love that I really need to hear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-3429115910254103719?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/3429115910254103719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/101-in-1001-update_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3429115910254103719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3429115910254103719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/101-in-1001-update_20.html' title='101 in 1001 Update'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S1fMyLEyLoI/AAAAAAAAAbs/5g0RRw3gudM/s72-c/tumblr_krmfqp6h2R1qzb5wzo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1537575574705204435</id><published>2010-01-17T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:13:27.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>I'm so impressed that he wrote a song for me before even meeting me.&amp;nbsp;Don't worry, Nick, I'm in for the long haul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XHNdVlyxm4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XHNdVlyxm4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1537575574705204435?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1537575574705204435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1537575574705204435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1537575574705204435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/stay.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1182394305551014872</id><published>2010-01-17T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:55:52.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><title type='text'>Sweet Jams Sunday</title><content type='html'>Here we are again! It's Sunday, and let me tell you, I have a treat for you. Jason Castro's new EP just came out on Tuesday and it is AMAZING. You may know him as the acoustic cutie from season 7 of American Idol who was open about his Christianity. This dude can sing and play. I can't even pick just one song to promote because they are all so good. Seriously, do yourself a favor and go ahead and buy the EP in it's entirety! It's only $5 on iTunes, brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeHNZhyr4P0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeHNZhyr4P0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music video is cheesy but, whatever, he's talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzoiTk6oSKw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzoiTk6oSKw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-1182394305551014872?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1182394305551014872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/sw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1182394305551014872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1182394305551014872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/sw.html' title='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5930998867059178629</id><published>2010-01-16T21:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:13:41.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>Who I Am</title><content type='html'>I don't think February 2nd can come fast enough! Seriously, even if you don't like the Jonas Brothers, you should check out &lt;a href="http://www.nickjonasandtheadministration.com/"&gt;Nick Jonas and the Administration&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZmgCabkaBc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZmgCabkaBc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-5930998867059178629?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5930998867059178629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5930998867059178629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5930998867059178629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-i-am.html' title='Who I Am'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-8051360573204985373</id><published>2010-01-16T00:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:13:55.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>What happens when Nick sees me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt8g6kMBVM1qzevloo1_400.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" ps="true" src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt8g6kMBVM1qzevloo1_400.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-8051360573204985373?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/8051360573204985373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-happens-when-nick-sees-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8051360573204985373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/8051360573204985373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-happens-when-nick-sees-me.html' title='What happens when Nick sees me?'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-5005521755086274057</id><published>2010-01-15T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:06:29.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Softer World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Some of &lt;a href="http://www.asofterworld.com/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;are really inappropriate but some,&amp;nbsp;like this one, are&amp;nbsp;hilarious! Please tell me you get it (all girls that were in middle school at some point should).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S1ErJEdW8FI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hHTJW1b0k4E/s1600-h/neoclassic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S1ErJEdW8FI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hHTJW1b0k4E/s400/neoclassic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/855234562235739340-5005521755086274057?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/5005521755086274057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/softer-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5005521755086274057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/5005521755086274057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/softer-world.html' title='A Softer World'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S1ErJEdW8FI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hHTJW1b0k4E/s72-c/neoclassic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-7806217539183563964</id><published>2010-01-15T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:33:02.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure Friday'/><title type='text'>Failure Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/epic-fail-sign-fail1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ps="true" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/epic-fail-sign-fail1.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/855234562235739340-7806217539183563964?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/7806217539183563964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/failure-friday_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7806217539183563964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7806217539183563964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/failure-friday_15.html' title='Failure Friday'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-2729819144376568148</id><published>2010-01-14T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:36:14.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>Who are you when no one is around?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S0-OLm87i-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ItNKrOzCwLo/s1600-h/tumblr_kqrfyeYqbM1qzzt81o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S0-OLm87i-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ItNKrOzCwLo/s400/tumblr_kqrfyeYqbM1qzzt81o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used to try to be really cool with my music taste. I thought everyone would like me (or at least the people I wanted to impress)&amp;nbsp;if I listened to semi-underground bands and singer/songwriters. And it worked to some extent and I've got to say, some of those artists are really great and I still really enjoy listening to them. Now, however, I have given up on being musically cool. Now I just listen to music that I can really relate to and makes me HAPPY! I know that many of you probably think that my fondness of a &lt;a href="http://www.jonasbrothers.com/"&gt;certain band&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is silly, and it is(!), but that's what makes it so fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could all stop trying to impress each other! Wear what you want, listen to what you want, act how you want, worship God the way you want without trying to comply with social standards! Wouldn't life be so much more colorful? I think it would be so fun to know everybody for who they really are when their at home in their room. You would find out that I love to dance around my room, turn on songs that I sing well to so I can pretend like I'm auditioning for American Idol, talk to myself in a terrible French accent, and come up with questions I would use for one of my dream jobs of being a late-night talk show host. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that turned into something completely different than I intended but I like it. What do you think? What are you like when no one else is around? What makes you HAPPY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-2729819144376568148?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/2729819144376568148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-are-you-when-no-one-is-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2729819144376568148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/2729819144376568148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-are-you-when-no-one-is-around.html' title='Who are you when no one is around?'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S0-OLm87i-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ItNKrOzCwLo/s72-c/tumblr_kqrfyeYqbM1qzzt81o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-3602942267087105467</id><published>2010-01-13T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:19:37.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;These babies are sleeping outside tonight. Please pray for Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://haitirescuecenter.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/jan-013-2010-e-007.jpg?w=450&amp;amp;h=337" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" ps="true" src="http://haitirescuecenter.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/jan-013-2010-e-007.jpg?w=450&amp;amp;h=337" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/855234562235739340-3602942267087105467?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/3602942267087105467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3602942267087105467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3602942267087105467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti_13.html' title='Haiti'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-278550832466267839</id><published>2010-01-13T20:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:20:00.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Haiti</title><content type='html'>Remember to pray for Haiti. If you feel led to give, please do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-278550832466267839?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/278550832466267839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/278550832466267839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/278550832466267839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti.html' title='Haiti'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-4286075968537577192</id><published>2010-01-12T23:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:36:20.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 in 1001'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date the JB Band'/><title type='text'>101 in 1001 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here's a little update on how my 101 in 1001 is going thus far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Get moleskin journals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tomorrow I am planning to go to Barnes and Noble to use the gift card I got for Christmas from my best friend to purchase my moleskins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Go on a date with John Taylor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For those of you who don't know who JT is, he is the Jonas Brothers' music director and guitar player. My best friend and I decided on December 28th (right?) that we have 6 months to get a date with John Taylor and Greg Garbo (JB's bassist). Since we're pretty lame when it comes to dudes we have come up with a plan of attack. First we have a workout plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1. Work out 4x weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2. Twice weekly - Run/Stairstep/Elliptical for 30+ min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3. Twice weekly - Do something physical! Workout video/Wii Fit/Random Cardio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;4. Daily - 20+ pushups, 50+ situps, 100+ jumping jacks/jump ropes/butt kicks/etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;5. Twice weekly 20+ minutes strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Next we have a confidence building plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;1. Twice weekly - Wake up early, do hair and makeup, wear a cute outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2. Have a meaningful conversation with a boy once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;3. During the semester go on one practice date with a friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;4. Text one boy per week (at least 3 different boys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;5. No negative connotations--verbal or nonverbal-- about your body at all for the entire semester - every time you do, put $.10 in a jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yeah, we've totally got this in the bag. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Garbo (left) and Joe (right):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs146.snc1/5413_553669909476_57508605_32842311_3406874_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ps="true" src="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs146.snc1/5413_553669909476_57508605_32842311_3406874_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kevin (left) and John Taylor (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs146.snc1/5413_553669914466_57508605_32842312_5581296_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" ps="true" src="http://hphotos-snc1.fbcdn.net/hs146.snc1/5413_553669914466_57508605_32842312_5581296_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. My room clean for a month straight (5/31)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yep, I've kept my room clean for 5 days as of right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Get an internship in radio/tv/magazine/movies/photo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was looking at some of these today which sound really exciting but are also a little terrifying! Many of them are in NYC and LA, so I would be very far from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Make an awesome mix CD for a random friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made 2 mix CDs for Breehan (bribing her to make me a CD with songs from &lt;em&gt;Glee&lt;/em&gt; on it) and a few days ago I made one for another of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else make a 101 in 1001 list? Resolutions? Are you keeping up with them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-4286075968537577192?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/4286075968537577192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/101-in-1001-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4286075968537577192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/4286075968537577192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/101-in-1001-update.html' title='101 in 1001 Update'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-6133371911007217350</id><published>2010-01-10T23:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:14:16.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>Live with Nick and Kelly</title><content type='html'>Many of you know about my slight obsession with Nick &lt;a href="http://www.jonasbrothers.com/"&gt;Jonas&lt;/a&gt;; however, this may be news to some of you. Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/nickjonas"&gt;Nick&lt;/a&gt; is also pretty much in love with me too he just doesn't know me yet (a minor technicality) so I like to represent his future feelings for me using GIFs made by 14-year-olds. I have decided that all of my blog readers would LOVE to see these representations, so I will oblige. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll set this one up by saying that on Friday Regis Philbin had the day off so Nick Jonas co-hosted "&lt;a href="http://bventertainment.go.com/tv/buenavista/regisandkelly/index.html"&gt;Live with Regis and Kelly&lt;/a&gt;." Needless to say, I now call the show "Live with Nick and Kelly." Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelly Ripa: "Hey Nick, look over there. It's Tori!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick Jonas: "Wowza!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw28v5DwMN1qzevloo1_100.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw28v5DwMN1qzevloo1_100.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-6133371911007217350?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/6133371911007217350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-with-nick-and-kelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6133371911007217350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/6133371911007217350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-with-nick-and-kelly.html' title='Live with Nick and Kelly'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-7915409261172077119</id><published>2010-01-10T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:58:18.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Sweet Jams Sunday</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, that's right. It's Sweet Jams Sunday, and I'm not talking about the strawberry kind of jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today I have to plug one of my absolute favorite bands of all time -- &lt;a href="http://leelandonline.com/"&gt;Leeland&lt;/a&gt;! These guys are spectacular men of God who really have a heart for His kingdom and His name to be known! Also, I would like to point out that I love Leeland's talking voice for whatever reason. As a side note, Jack Mooring (Leeland's brother) does short blog devotionals that relate to all the songs &lt;a href="http://leelandonline.com/blog/profile/jack"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.providentpress.com/_images/_artists/Leeland_LoveIsOnTheMove_press-main_lo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" ps="true" src="http://www.providentpress.com/_images/_artists/Leeland_LoveIsOnTheMove_press-main_lo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The specific Sweet Jam that I'm going to tell you about is the band's third album's title track "Love Is On The Move." This is such a powerful song with great harmonies and a lot of instrumental build. I found this rad acoustic version with Lee and Jack. So pretty. Czech it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hP62hmmho_A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hP62hmmho_A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/855234562235739340-7915409261172077119?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/7915409261172077119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-jams-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7915409261172077119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/7915409261172077119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/sweet-jams-sunday.html' title='Sweet Jams Sunday'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-95548831900760910</id><published>2010-01-08T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:26:04.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure Friday'/><title type='text'>Failure Friday</title><content type='html'>I died laughing when I saw this one! Yes, that is a man and then the exact same picture of the man photoshopped onto an older woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs186.snc3/19336_565598843796_57508605_33274823_881579_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ps="true" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs186.snc3/19336_565598843796_57508605_33274823_881579_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/855234562235739340-95548831900760910?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/95548831900760910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/failure-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/95548831900760910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/95548831900760910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/failure-friday.html' title='Failure Friday'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-1299810744033910190</id><published>2010-01-08T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:26:32.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Career'/><title type='text'>On the Hunt</title><content type='html'>I will be graduating in exactly &lt;strike&gt;5 months&lt;/strike&gt; 4 months (so soon!). Most people would be really excited about this, and I am to some extent, but it also puts on a lot of pressure. I need to find some kind of job or resume building opportunity so I am on the lookout. I don't really envision myself doing anything conventional, like a 9-5 job but we will see. I'm trusting God to place me exactly where he wants me. Some places that I have been looking at for an over-the-summer mission trip/resume building experience are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watoto.com/"&gt;Baby Watoto&lt;/a&gt;: This is an orphanage in Uganda. They take volunteers for 1-6 months (I would probably do 1-2 months unless God wanted me there longer). They have two opportunities that I am interested in. The nanny position would have me taking care of 2-4 babies around the same age either in a day or night shift. They are sooo cute! You can see pictures of the little ones&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.watoto.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=319&amp;amp;Itemid=456"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. They also have a volunteer opening for a photographer. That would be super exciting. I would love to do that job, especially if I would get to interact with the babies to some extent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.realhopeforhaiti.org/"&gt;Real Hope For Haiti&lt;/a&gt;: This is a rescue center in Haiti which houses both children and adults with medical problems and children that are waiting to be adopted. They don't actually have a volunteer program but I have thought about emailing them about such opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other opportunities I have considered are getting an internship with magazine/tv station/movie production company/radio. I would really love to get into some kind of media like this but I have very little training in any of these areas except for my Writing for Print Media class my sophomore year and &lt;a href="http://www.ustream.tv/channel/tori-and-bree"&gt;The Tori and Breehan Show&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If you have any ideas, I will gladly accept them! Also, if you would pray that I would really listen to God, that would be awesome! And since a blog post is dull without a picture, I will leave you with this. This is from the Sapp New Year's Party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S0eDZnoyOYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/coRv2lOGMJA/s1600-h/NewYears+010+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S0eDZnoyOYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/coRv2lOGMJA/s400/NewYears+010+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/855234562235739340-1299810744033910190?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/1299810744033910190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-hunt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1299810744033910190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/1299810744033910190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-hunt.html' title='On the Hunt'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1Hy5z7vOZI/S0eDZnoyOYI/AAAAAAAAAbI/coRv2lOGMJA/s72-c/NewYears+010+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855234562235739340.post-3391607747261881247</id><published>2010-01-08T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:34:59.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101 in 1001'/><title type='text'>101 in 1001</title><content type='html'>1/7/10-10/4/2012 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to join me for any of these or help me out with any of these, that would be awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Run 5 miles without stopping &lt;br /&gt;2. Send more letters to friends&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to the west coast&lt;br /&gt;4. Volunteer at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to cook&lt;br /&gt;6. Make a new friend and keep them&lt;br /&gt;7. Go camping&lt;br /&gt;8. Go on a road trip with no intended destination&lt;br /&gt;9. Learn to play guitar&lt;br /&gt;10. Send thank you notes for small reasons&lt;br /&gt;11. Dance with a boy&lt;br /&gt;12. Cliff jump into water&lt;br /&gt;13. Move out&lt;br /&gt;14. Leave the country&lt;br /&gt;15. Lose X amount of weight&lt;br /&gt;16. Read 50 books (0/50)&lt;br /&gt;17. Watch the sunset from my hammock alone&lt;br /&gt;18. Watch the sunset from my hammock with someone&lt;br /&gt;19. Drink only water for 30 consecutive days (0/30)&lt;br /&gt;20. Randomly bake a dessert for a friend&lt;br /&gt;21. Go to a play&lt;br /&gt;22. Donate blood&lt;br /&gt;23. Participate in an organized 5k&lt;br /&gt;24. Send a postcard to Postsecret&lt;br /&gt;25. Write a song I’m proud of&lt;br /&gt;26. Laugh until I cry&lt;br /&gt;27. Cook dinner for a friend&lt;br /&gt;28. Shoot a gun&lt;br /&gt;29. Get moleskin journals&lt;br /&gt;30. Fill 3 moleskin journals (0/3)&lt;br /&gt;31. Meet at least one Jonas Brother&lt;br /&gt;32. Play an acoustic gig&lt;br /&gt;33. Hold hands at the movies&lt;br /&gt;34. Go to the Blue Hole&lt;br /&gt;35. Go thrifting&lt;br /&gt;36. Say “yes” to something to which I would normally say “no”&lt;br /&gt;37. Go on a date with John Taylor&lt;br /&gt;38. Memorize a chapter of the Bible&lt;br /&gt;39. Get a picture published&lt;br /&gt;40. My room clean for a month straight (0/31) &lt;br /&gt;41. Buy a camping sleeping bag&lt;br /&gt;42. Be able to do 20 standard push-ups consecutively&lt;br /&gt;43. Graduate with a 3.5 GPA or higher&lt;br /&gt;44. Volunteer at an orphanage&lt;br /&gt;45. Go rappelling&lt;br /&gt;46. Smoke a pipe&lt;br /&gt;47. Get an internship in radio/tv/magazine/movies/photo&lt;br /&gt;48. Get a mani/pedi&lt;br /&gt;49. Get a massage&lt;br /&gt;50. Go to NYC&lt;br /&gt;51. Go to L.A.&lt;br /&gt;52. Read 3 missionary autobiographies/biographies (0/3)&lt;br /&gt;53. Finish knitting something&lt;br /&gt;54. Have a big hair day&lt;br /&gt;55. Do something completely embarrassing and memorable&lt;br /&gt;56. Do an abstract painting, no matter how stupid&lt;br /&gt;57. Print a canvas of one of my pictures&lt;br /&gt;58. Design a t-shirt, just for kicks&lt;br /&gt;59. Learn calligraphy&lt;br /&gt;60. Fit into a single digit size of clothes&lt;br /&gt;61. Learn to play Guitar Hero on hard&lt;br /&gt;62. Give someone the perfect gift&lt;br /&gt;63. Learn to do a cartwheel &lt;br /&gt;64. Start a slow clap in a crowded place&lt;br /&gt;65. Go to an NBA game&lt;br /&gt;66. Learn the “Single Ladies” dance&lt;br /&gt;67. Pet an intense animal - tiger, elephant, giraffe, rhino, etc&lt;br /&gt;68. Get a picture with Bucky&lt;br /&gt;69. See Coldplay live&lt;br /&gt;70. Face a fear&lt;br /&gt;71. Memorize 1 John&lt;br /&gt;72. Learn to sew&lt;br /&gt;73. Re-learn how to read music&lt;br /&gt;74. Buy a piece of art&lt;br /&gt;75. Sell something on Ebay or Amazon&lt;br /&gt;76. Lean how to cut hair&lt;br /&gt;77. Get a puppy&lt;br /&gt;78. Use a hammer&lt;br /&gt;79. Babysit for my niece or nephew (Tanner and Tiffany need to hurry up with that)&lt;br /&gt;80. See Cartel and/or Mae live&lt;br /&gt;81. Be picked first for Ultimate Frisbee&lt;br /&gt;82. Dress up in some kind of mascot costume&lt;br /&gt;83. See the redwood forest&lt;br /&gt;84. Make an awesome mix CD for a random friend&lt;br /&gt;85. Redo my bulletin board&lt;br /&gt;86. Demolish something big&lt;br /&gt;87. Cruise to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;88. Acquire at least 5 vinyl records (0/5)&lt;br /&gt;89. Sleep under the stars&lt;br /&gt;90. Go to the drive-in&lt;br /&gt;91. Get a job&lt;br /&gt;92. Buy a Mac&lt;br /&gt;93. Visit friends at JBC&lt;br /&gt;94. See the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;95. Pet a penguin&lt;br /&gt;96. Play in the rain and get completely soaked&lt;br /&gt;97. Fly alone&lt;br /&gt;98. Get a world map and some push-pins and chart everywhere I have been&lt;br /&gt;99. Have a deep conversation with someone I just met&lt;br /&gt;100. Sit/lay on a roof&lt;br /&gt;101. Go caving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/855234562235739340-3391607747261881247?l=toriclements.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/feeds/3391607747261881247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/101-in-1001.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3391607747261881247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/855234562235739340/posts/default/3391607747261881247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toriclements.blogspot.com/2010/01/101-in-1001.html' title='101 in 1001'/><author><name>Tori Clements</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07499542826300667494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
