<?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-3339106219480432111</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:40:21.201-07:00</updated><category term='WCW'/><category term='WOW'/><category term='Facing Fear'/><category term='Panic Attacks'/><category term='Thomas Nelson'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='The Noticer'/><category term='Smiles'/><category term='Miracles'/><category term='Clannad'/><category term='Terri Kraus'/><category term='Opportunity'/><category term='Debby Mayne'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Word of Promise Next Generation'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Change the World'/><category term='WWC'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Rich Mullins'/><category term='Lists'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Firefly'/><category term='contest'/><category term='Abuse'/><category term='Bodhran'/><category term='mentoring'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Alcoholism'/><category term='Renewal'/><category term='Publishing'/><category term='Running'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Ranch Foods Direct'/><category term='Love Finds You'/><category term='random'/><category term='Radio'/><category term='music'/><category term='Audio Bible'/><category term='Terry Burns'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='MP3s'/><category term='Treasure Hunting'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='drumming'/><category term='Positive thinking'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='Steve Bonenberger'/><category term='potato salad'/><category term='Lunch Time CEO'/><category term='Perspective'/><category term='Darlene Franklin'/><title type='text'>Scattered Thoughts from the Lunch Hour CEO</title><subtitle type='html'>OK, it's almost impossible to start a business when you already have a day job. But without the day job you can't afford to start the business. What do you do when the only time you can be a CEO is on your lunch hour?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-2116284036143748485</id><published>2010-01-03T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:29:08.538-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darlene Franklin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>REVIEW: Beacon of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51MpfVsiQxL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51MpfVsiQxL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As part of being a CEO of a Christian Publishing House, I find it important to keep an eye on what's current in the market. Occasionally I will receive a free book to review from another publisher or author. Today I take a look at one of those.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good is a man in a seafaring community who is afraid of the ocean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beacon-Love-HEARTSONG-PRESENTS-HISTORICAL/dp/1602605025"&gt;Beacon of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, whispers and ridicule plague Sam Hathaway from the moment he returns to Capernaum Island in spring of 1815. He’s a war veteran. A doctor. A man worthy of respect in all regards…save one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judith Morrison has spent her lifetime in the lighthouse, helping her father tend the lamps through the worst of storms. She remembers the night Sam lost his father violently at sea…and has no qualms in rekindling the romance that had budded with Sam so long ago. Her father, on the other hand, disagrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the worth of a man? As the worst hurricane in the history of the small settlement bears down on the tiny island, Sam must find his courage while Judith fights all odds to save the men at sea. Together they learn to trust God and each other through trials that will leave the reader reeling in sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This exciting book is a must read for anyone who loves adventure, romance, and a look back into another time. I honestly couldn’t put this book down…and cant wait to read &lt;a href="http://darlenefranklinwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darlene Franklin’s &lt;/a&gt;other books. What an exciting treasure of Christian fiction she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-2116284036143748485?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2116284036143748485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=2116284036143748485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/2116284036143748485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/2116284036143748485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2010/01/review-beacon-of-love.html' title='REVIEW: Beacon of Love'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-8906480067798855321</id><published>2009-12-13T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:31:57.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Publishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lunch Time CEO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranch Foods Direct'/><title type='text'>The Lunch Hour CEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://webworkerdaily.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/out-to-lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 424px; height: 283px;" src="http://webworkerdaily.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/out-to-lunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Kristine and I'm a CEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waits for chorus of voices with somewhat chanted reply of 'hello, Kristine.')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, maybe I don't look like a CEO. As a matter of fact, I resemble a girl with long blond hair staring at a computer screen in the accounting department of &lt;a href="http://www.ranchfoodsdirect.com/folders.asp?uid=1"&gt;Ranch Foods Direct&lt;/a&gt; (which has the BEST meat ever...no, not a paid advertisement. This girl is a carnivore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most people don't realize is that I'm also the owner of a small publishing company in Colorado Springs known as &lt;a href="http://www.writtenworldcommunications.com"&gt;Written World Communications&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you might not recognize the name yet because we're a small company. Boasting only 8 employees, all of which are volunteers, we're focussed on building a business that will put into print five new magazines and four book imprints over the next few years. No, we don't do vanity publishing. We're one of those traditional, royalty paying enterprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it's easy starting up a company on a shoestring, it's not. Hence the "Lunch Hour CEO." Yes, I'm starting a business by carefully utilizing the thirty minutes alloted to me for lunch. And a few scattered hours on the weekends. Can it be done? Well, we're about to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...stay tuned. This ride is at the very least going to be interesting. Probably more than a little crazy as well. But oh, are we going to have FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;QUESTION: What's the furthest you've gone to realize a dream?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/3339106219480432111-8906480067798855321?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/8906480067798855321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=8906480067798855321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/8906480067798855321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/8906480067798855321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2009/12/lunch-hour-ceo.html' title='The Lunch Hour CEO'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-3488184008247801903</id><published>2009-08-20T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:51:44.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentoring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terry Burns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Terry Burns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/profile5/485/73/n1051424145_4649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/profile5/485/73/n1051424145_4649.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people you just can't figure out what to get for their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone in your life that was so special, who had done so much for you, that you simply couldn't find a way to express just how awesome they are? The words, "Happy Birthday" just don't seem to suffice, nor does cake or balloons or any of those other accouterments that celebrate the passing of a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Burns is that kind of person to me. A  year ago he took a nobody girl like me under his wing and gave her a chance to test her wings in the publishing industry. Thanks to him, I've discovered a passion that only now is being realized as I build my own publishing house. Thanks to him, I've met some of the most awesome people in the industry. And thanks to him, I've learned more about agenting than I ever thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few months I've had to step down as Terry Burns' assistant while I deal with things in my personal life. But he has still continued to support me for which I am eternally grateful. Terry has shown himself to not only be one sharp agent over at Hartline Literary Agency, but also a true Christian in every sense of the word. And a genuine gentleman cowboy to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for today I wanted to ask a favor from everyone I know. The best present I can think to give Terry Burns is quite simply...YOU. And in return for this favor, I'm willing to give a couple extra presents out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm asking that you wish Terry Burns a Happy Birthday. Do it as creatively and wonderfully as you can dream up. I'll even make it easy. A few ways you can find the great Terry Burns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Start at his &lt;a href="http://www.terryburns.net/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and read his &lt;a href="http://www.terryburns.net/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chase him down over at &lt;a href="http://www.shoutlife.com/T-Burns"&gt;Shoutlife!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Terry79104"&gt;Tweet him!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give him a shout on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1051424145"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're done give me a heads up what you did. I'll throw all your comments into a hat (sorry, not a cowboy hat, but more a fedora...ok it's all I have) and I'll pull out three randomly. Those three individuals will each receive from me, one book by Terry Burns (your choice which! Did you know he just won an award for &lt;a href="http://www.bjupress.com/product/261057"&gt;Beyond the Smoke&lt;/a&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you join me in wishing Terry a Happy Birthday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-3488184008247801903?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/3488184008247801903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=3488184008247801903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/3488184008247801903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/3488184008247801903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-terry-burns.html' title='Happy Birthday, Terry Burns!'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-4403744306488143852</id><published>2009-07-30T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:21:14.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of Promise Next Generation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MP3s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audio Bible'/><title type='text'>Hey We All Know I'm About 17 At Heart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brb.thomasnelson.com/art/_200_350_Book.21.cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="http://brb.thomasnelson.com/art/_200_350_Book.21.cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORD OF PROMISE NEXT GENERATION NEW TESTAMENT MP3&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never doubt for a second that there are youth in Hollywood who are interested in God and the Bible. Without a doubt, the enthusiasm from the teens who play the parts of the various people of New Testament comes through loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a reading of the Scriptures, but the sound effects, the music, and the undeniable acting ability of each individual who takes part in this magnificent rendition of the New Testament makes this a real gem, and a joy to listen to. My kids stopped what they were doing to listen in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognized several of the voices, but wasn’t distracted in the least by the other roles the actors have played that I’m more familiar with. This was a lot of fun and something that I want to pursue the Old Testament in this audio version as well. Thank you, Thomas Nelson, for bringing my family closer to the Bible in an unexpected and exciting way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this my highest recommendation and can’t wait to try the version for adults!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-4403744306488143852?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4403744306488143852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=4403744306488143852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/4403744306488143852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/4403744306488143852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-we-all-know-im-about-17-at-heart.html' title='Hey We All Know I&apos;m About 17 At Heart....'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-2291763575386090023</id><published>2009-06-04T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:59:49.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debby Mayne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasure Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Finds You'/><title type='text'>Review: Love Finds You in Treasure Island, Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/469113165_76ffc9e421.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 302px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/469113165_76ffc9e421.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure seeking is for tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of watching other people dream, Amanda Burns has come to the conclusion that some things just aren’t for her. Her life is as stable as it can get with a mother who’s just a bit eccentric and a younger sister who is more than a little flakey. Certain that keeping an eye on those around her is the closest she’d going to get to excitement, she’s completely at sea when handsome Jerry Simpson walks into her bicycle shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is Jerry has come to the same conclusions. His parents need him. There’s no time for relationships, and even if there were, what woman would tie herself down to a man who is primary caregiver for a pair of adults that have more energy and mischief than someone half their ages? Much as Amanda intrigues, he’s positive that treasure isn’t meant for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of your face. In this fun and enthusiastic tale by Debby Mayne you meet the most delightful cast of scheming characters. You can’t help but cheer for them as they push this couple off balance just enough to wind up in each other’s arms. But all the meddling in the world won’t be enough. It takes God to reveal the ultimate treasure to be found in His divine plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great offering from the “Love Finds You” series from Summerside Press, you’ll find in this book the perfect vacation read. I can’t recommend it enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-2291763575386090023?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2291763575386090023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=2291763575386090023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/2291763575386090023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/2291763575386090023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2009/06/review-love-finds-you-in-treasure.html' title='Review: Love Finds You in Treasure Island, Florida'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-3464589782246201447</id><published>2009-04-27T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:58:10.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Nelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change the World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Noticer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>"The Noticer" by Andy Andrews</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jones spoke the word several times, dropping it casually in conversation with those who were lost, hurting, and confused. How could a single word of three syllables make such an impact on old and young alike?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The answer is in “The Noticer.” Through the use of what has to be the most powerful storytelling I’ve ever run across, Andy Andrews brings a new way of looking at life, love, and the world in general. It’s impossible not to be affected by this poignant book.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything, after all, is a matter of perspective.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Into every life comes a time when we’ve lost our way. Whether finances, romance,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;relationships, or anything else has gotten us down the answer comes back the same. The challenges we face need only a different perspective to see us through them. When you’re in the midst of the battle, it’s near impossible to find that alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who noticed you when you were at your lowest point? Who gave you back your perspective, and in so doing gave you back your life?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the question you’ll be left with when you finish this book. But more than an opportunity to thank someone for noticing, this slim volume will inspire you to start noticing things yourself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you ready for this? After reading this book I know I certainly am. I can’t recommend more that you pick up a copy of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“The Noticer.” You’re not going to just change your life…you going to change the world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-3464589782246201447?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/3464589782246201447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=3464589782246201447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/3464589782246201447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/3464589782246201447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2009/04/noticer-by-andy-andrews.html' title='&quot;The Noticer&quot; by Andy Andrews'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-7539126287234186964</id><published>2009-04-15T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:43:20.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Outside the Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maniya/2651233644/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2651233644_88b1c7b6d1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maniya/2651233644/"&gt;Each Step&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/maniya/"&gt;~FreeBirD®~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm doing something entirely new today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that whether you realize it or not, you probably do at least one new thing every day that you haven't before? Probably a lot more though I don't have statistics to back it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. That detour around the construction zone, the stop to buy milk at the corner gas station you've never wandering into before...all these tiny little events that shape your day are actually you moving in a new direction. And that's exciting because life would get terribly dull if every day was precisely the same as the one before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wandering into unexplored territory for me today. I've volunteered to judge at a community event - the 2009 NCFCA Region III Invitational Speech and Debate Tournament in Colorado Springs. Think you can remember all that? This is something I have never so much as WATCHED much less judged, though I'm told that's OK. The judges will be trained tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this? Quite honestly because I felt God nudging me to do it. And if there's anything I've learned it's to listen to those nudges. The question is why does God want me there, at this time, doing this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends is the fun part. The discovery. The pushing of the boundaries that we set by our routine and predictable lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to this, even if it's a bit scary. And besides, it's not like I'm doing this alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I can't resist the temptation to take this one out of context just a touch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I do judge, my decisions are right, because I am not alone. I stand with the Father, who sent me. John 8:16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we can at least pray that my decisions are right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done that's outside of your comfort zone lately?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-7539126287234186964?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/7539126287234186964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=7539126287234186964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/7539126287234186964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/7539126287234186964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2009/04/outside-comfort-zone.html' title='...Outside the Comfort Zone'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2651233644_88b1c7b6d1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-1672678981779859187</id><published>2009-03-12T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:48:40.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Nelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opportunity'/><title type='text'>Opportunity Abounds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/images/dept_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 69px;" src="http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/images/dept_logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today starts one more hat to add to the many I wear in the world of Writing. Today I was informed that I was approved as a reviewer for &lt;a href="http://www.thomasnelson.com/consumer/"&gt;Thomas Nelson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do dearly love each and every opportunity that comes my way though I’ve been questioned more than once now, “Just WHAT do you think you’re doing?” But as they say, if you want something done, ask someone who’s busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely part of this program is that, while I don’t get paid, I do get free products to review. And this becomes one more stepping stone on my way to…well, wherever that God is planning on taking me. So be sure to watch this space. I’m looking forward to this… I hope you are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And want to hear the most amazing part? The first product they're sending me is one that I've nearly bought for myself about a dozen times now. And each time I've felt my hand stayed as I've reached for my wallet and the quiet whisper of "Wait." So I am especially amazed and in complete awe of God's hand in this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What opportunities has God brought your way lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-1672678981779859187?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1672678981779859187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=1672678981779859187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/1672678981779859187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/1672678981779859187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2009/03/opportunity-abounds.html' title='Opportunity Abounds!'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-6624754206290610310</id><published>2009-02-28T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:52:54.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Love Find You in Last Chance California</title><content type='html'>LOVE FINDS YOU IN LAST CHANCE CALIFORNIA&lt;br /&gt;By Miralee Ferrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can a woman alone do with a horse rance in 1877? If you’re Alexia Travers you carry on business as usual…well as much as you can. But when the hands are leaving because they don’t cotton to a woman boss, no matter how well versed she is in the ways of running a ranch, you’re in trouble. Even more so when one accident and problem after another plagues the young woman in the wake of her father’s death. Mortgages, horse stealing, missing gold all add up to quite a sum of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Justin Phillips and his young son, Toby. Before Alex’s father died he’s sent for the young cowboy without exactly explaining a few important things. Mostly, why he thought there was trouble on the ranch, and that Alex wasn’t the man’s son, but in fact his feisty daughter. Burdened with the need to keep his identity secret, Justin finds himself suspect instead of savior. Though the bigger danger seems to be he’s losing his heart…and his head….to his pretty boss, Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this unlikely couple find a solution to this snarled mess in time? Or will not just the ranch be lost…but their last chance at true happiness as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exciting read, this story takes you back in time so vividly you feel like you’re there on the trail looking for horse thieves with them. The message that God is with them through the good and the bad is woven subtly throughout the story, reminding us the importance of trusting the one who guides are days. A highly recommended read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-6624754206290610310?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6624754206290610310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=6624754206290610310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/6624754206290610310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/6624754206290610310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-review-love-find-you-in-last.html' title='Book Review: Love Find You in Last Chance California'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-2156262584332135493</id><published>2009-02-18T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:47:25.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcoholism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renewal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terri Kraus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic Attacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>The RENEWAL by Terri Kraus</title><content type='html'>Can something be so broken that even God can’t restore it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Ruskin is starting over. She’s left a bad situation and only wants to leave the past behind. Her purchase of the historic Midlands Building is what she hopes to be the key to a new life for her and her five-year-old daughter. To do that though, she needs help. And that comes in the form of another stranger in town, Jack Kenyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack’s also starting over…and has just as many demons from his past as Leslie does. Together they work to restore the old building. But the past has a way of rearing it’s ugly head as Leslie’s ex-husband suddenly shows up, bringing with him fear and uncertainty. And Jack’s own struggles with depression and alcoholism threaten to destroy everything he’s worked to build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE RENEWAL&lt;/span&gt; is a compelling story of love and forgiveness. The characters are so quirky and fun you can’t help but wish you could sit down to coffee with them. The storyline is intense and will keep you reading long after you should have gone to bed and leaves you well satisfied when the last page is turned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than that, this book ministered to me in a way I didn’t expect. Leslie’s problems with panic attacks mirror my own, as does her difficult past. Here’s a book that gave me hope and encouragement and strengthened my own walk with God. For those reasons alone, I can’t recommend this book enough. Well done, Terri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-2156262584332135493?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2156262584332135493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=2156262584332135493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/2156262584332135493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/2156262584332135493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2009/02/renewal-by-terri-kraus.html' title='The RENEWAL by Terri Kraus'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-1881309871220595824</id><published>2009-02-11T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:19:04.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>It's all right here....</title><content type='html'>I SO don’t want to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever stopped to think how that one little thought can influence your health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I’ve seen this more than once. In my kids, in my friends, in myself. Over and over I’ve seen the pattern play out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want to go to school” translates into a stomachache and a couple times now since we’ve moved into an instance of becoming sick in the bathroom at school and needing to come home…and then feeling fine again when the stress (i.e. school) was past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends right now incredibly stressed…some with the economy and recent layoffs…some with work…some with personal issues. But how did the conversations start with almost each of these people? “I just don’t feel well today….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in myself. I find myself worrying about money, about the amount of work I have to do, about how I’m going to get that work done when my youngest is hanging off my arm (home with an ear infection). How has that translated out in terms of health? Fibro flares, vertigo and massive ringing of ears from Meniere’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems to me that to strike at the heart of this problem…to treat more than just the symptoms…the heart needs to change. Negative thinking hurts…then positive thinking can only help. Turn not wanting to be where you are into finding reasons to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying to turn into Pollyanna. But frequently what is perceived is a negative can actually BE a positive. What did Edison say when his light bulb failed over and over again? “I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fact that my husband is without work still can become an opportunity to explore a new career field. That lack of money can trigger creativity in making things stretch. And that place you didn’t want to be can be thought of as that place where God wants you most to be right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokey? Maybe…but for the sake of my health I’m willing to give positive thinking a try. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-1881309871220595824?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/1881309871220595824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=1881309871220595824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/1881309871220595824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/1881309871220595824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-right-here.html' title='It&apos;s all right here....'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-6112972988013750649</id><published>2008-10-08T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:23:49.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clannad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firefly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rich Mullins'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>The topic came up over at &lt;a href="http://randyelrod.typepad.com/ethos/2008/09/watercooler-w-1.html"&gt;Ethos for Watercooler Wednesday&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks ago about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; Guilty Pleasures. I have to admit that the topic is an interesting one but there is no way at all I can confine myself to just one. Let's face it, I'm an eclectic kinda gal so the things I love have to reflect that. I know that this is a bit past the date but you know what? I'm going to do it anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for today, I have a handful of Guilty Pleasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 This one requires a few things, namely a love of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firefly_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Firefly&lt;/a&gt;, a passing understanding of the Simpsons (if you remember the episode this is from, bonus!) and a strange sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rGrQvzVgoM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rGrQvzVgoM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 This one is the absolute favorite of my entire family. All five of the kids sing along in Japanese, how cool is that? There is something in this song that touches me deeply, which it surprising for the closing credits of an anime (one called &lt;a href="http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clannad_%28visual_novel%29"&gt;Clannad&lt;/a&gt;). Watch and see for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRgmyv4_eNA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRgmyv4_eNA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 This one always makes me smile, mostly because it looks like so much fun to do and also because it's one of my favorite songs by Rich Mullins. What's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lZzp1u1PDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lZzp1u1PDQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-6112972988013750649?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6112972988013750649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=6112972988013750649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/6112972988013750649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/6112972988013750649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2008/10/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-4517392604439040890</id><published>2008-08-27T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:53:10.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I have...have you?</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me why but today seems like a good day for a list. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://stampfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/list-and-steve-jobs.html"&gt;Brian Stampfl&lt;/a&gt; for this idea. Rules are simple, steal this list and put in bold anything you personally have done. When you get to the bottom, add something of your own just to keep this interesting. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, after going through this list, I think it's time to put some things on my to do list. How about you? What item do you most WANT to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08. Said “I love you” and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Changed a baby’s nappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten tipsy on champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse of both the sun and moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Had/Have amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched whales&lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted a river&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;83. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in a Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. Raised children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Passed out cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;110. Broken someone’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a TV game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;br /&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;122. Slept 30 hours in a 48 hour time frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. touched a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;134. Read “The Iliad”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;151.  Taken a ride in the Goodyear Blimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;152. Written a novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-4517392604439040890?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/4517392604439040890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=4517392604439040890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/4517392604439040890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/4517392604439040890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-havehave-you.html' title='I have...have you?'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-6845198811892095414</id><published>2008-08-06T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:31:33.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Bonenberger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WOW'/><title type='text'>Speak up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dietpoison/391499443/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/391499443_c41d9bf357_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dietpoison/391499443/"&gt;Speak up.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/dietpoison/"&gt;Aaron Michael Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set a goal.  A simple one. Send three writers to a &lt;a href="http://www.acfw.com/conference/"&gt;Writer's Conference&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;$2000&lt;br /&gt;$2 at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly didn't expect to get &lt;a href="https://rcpt.yousendit.com/595467453/e5db485ab590b%209417515513b753234b1"&gt;interviewed on the radio&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! This small idea is taking hold. We have a quarter of what we need. I can't begin to thank everyone enough for the generosity and support that they've shown. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Care to join in? It's only $2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="bn" value="PP-DonationsBF" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_donate_SM.gif" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!" type="image" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" border="0" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-6845198811892095414?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6845198811892095414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=6845198811892095414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/6845198811892095414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/6845198811892095414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2008/08/speak-up.html' title='Speak up!'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/391499443_c41d9bf357_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-6505549127197258552</id><published>2008-06-26T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:12:47.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potato salad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Potato Salad Paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dennischnapp/516181939/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/516181939_20d668bd98_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/dennischnapp/516181939/"&gt;Mutti's Potato Salad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/dennischnapp/"&gt;Denni Schnapp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I child I hated Potato Salad. Don't ask me why. Might have been the texture, the smell..could barely stand to touch the stuff. But for some reason, when it came around at family picnics, I still would put a little spoonful on my plate and gobble it down anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 30 years later, my tastes have changed. I really love potato salad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it but at some picnics now I"m the first person heading back for seconds on potato salad (especially if it's homemade and has something crunchy in it to make it interesting...but I digress). Other times though, it's all I can do to manage that polite spoonful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough I've encountered a lot of potato salad people lately which makes me wonder exactly what gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would guess it has something to do with how unique the potato salad person is. They're not your everyday sort of friend. They're the one that serves that certain purpose in your life, that add a little zip and interest to the day. I love them to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, being around potato salad people, at least for me, becomes exhausting. Sometimes you just have to reach for the chips. And that's ok too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you think a little, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the potato salad people in your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-6505549127197258552?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/6505549127197258552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=6505549127197258552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/6505549127197258552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/6505549127197258552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2008/06/potato-salad-paradox.html' title='Potato Salad Paradox'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/516181939_20d668bd98_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-2094033571404272154</id><published>2008-05-16T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:48:25.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facing Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Running'/><title type='text'>Taking that Next Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/photo/1503098063056159935OnYTKI"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb02.webshots.com/6145/1503098063056159935S425x425Q85.jpg" alt="Blue Moon" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTA5OTk3MDAxODAmcHQ9MTIxMDk5OTczMzQ5MSZwPTEwNjYxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I accomplished what I set out to do.  For those of you not following my &lt;a href="http://survivingsainthood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Surviving Sainthood&lt;/a&gt; blog I drove to my mother's house, a trip of 340 miles one way.  This might now seem overly special or noteworthy until you realize one thing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped driving entirely for three years and only in the last six months had I started driving again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when just getting to the store a half mile away was a big deal, driving to my mother's house seemed about as reasonable as a trip to the moon (which, if you believe my husband when he gets on a conspiracy theory frame of mind, never happened to ANYONE...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key was babysteps.  Starting small.  Trips to the store or library. Expanding upon it. Re-learning the intricacies of the expressway.  Toughing it out through those white-knuckled moments when I thought the smartest thing to do would be to pull off the road, curl in a fetal position under the dashboard with my thumb in my mouth and wait for help to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is, eventually I did it.  I made the trip, not only there but all the way home again a few days later.  So what's in store now?  Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new challenge.  I think I would like to someday be able to run a half-marathon.  I've been inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.michaelhyatt.com/fromwhereisit/2008/05/half-marathon-2.html"&gt;Michael Hyatt's blog&lt;/a&gt; the last month and the more I read the more I think I would like to run.  The more I look forward to not just having a strong mind able to tackle impossible drives, but a body that's strong as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this seems like a little goal to the athletically minded.  For those of you who don't know me...well I have fibromyalgia.  So to someone who spends some days curled in bed, hurting too much to make the trip down the stairs...I might as well be going to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-2094033571404272154?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2094033571404272154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=2094033571404272154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/2094033571404272154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/2094033571404272154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2008/05/taking-that-next-step.html' title='Taking that Next Step'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3339106219480432111.post-2599739778183007176</id><published>2008-04-30T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:37:55.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drumming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WCW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bodhran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>...a Different Drummer?</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;a href="http://randyelrod.typepad.com/ethos/2008/04/watercooler-w-5.html"&gt;Watercooler Wednesday&lt;/a&gt; and I am surrounded by music.  I live and breathe it.  From the moment I wake up I hear it in my head, from my computer speakers, or on the car radio.  I play it on the piano, the violin, the harp.  I tap out rhythms on the kitchen counter and have been told I sing in my sleep.  (I can't help but wonder....in tune?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I moved to a slightly different beat.  I woke up with a rhythmic thumping in my heart, in my head.  A peek at YouTube named what I heard.  The Bodhran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.webshots.com/photo/1119435839050823967kUepDT"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 154px;" src="http://thumb7.webshots.net/s/thumb1/3/58/39/119435839kUepDT_th.jpg" alt="Bodhran!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live less than twenty miles from the most amazing place...a little store and workshop called &lt;a href="http://www.stoneyend.com/"&gt;Hobgoblin's Stoney End&lt;/a&gt;, home of the Stoney End harps The place where my Daelyn (lap harp) was birthed.  In the front corner of the store were two towers, racks reaching to the ceiling of round drums.  Bodhrans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better.  I was only going to look today.  Find out how much they cost.  What they sounded like.  Ah but once my fingers touched the stretched skin over the wooden frames I was hooked.  And for once, due to some great sales of CDs and books over at &lt;a href="http://www.half.com/"&gt;Half.com&lt;/a&gt; I could afford to make dreams come true.  Well this dream at least as a Bodhran is an inexpensive instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit at my desk, the wooden tipper lying next to my keyboard, the most beautiful Bodrhan in the world leaning against my leg.  I'm sure it will take a little time to learn but oh, how much fun to discover this new outlet for my creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the music begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3339106219480432111-2599739778183007176?l=kristinepratt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/feeds/2599739778183007176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3339106219480432111&amp;postID=2599739778183007176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/2599739778183007176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3339106219480432111/posts/default/2599739778183007176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinepratt.blogspot.com/2008/04/different-drummer.html' title='...a Different Drummer?'/><author><name>Kristine Pratt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03596265592378867466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VcOJcSj-puM/SyXK1Vv1YkI/AAAAAAAAABE/XSIk-Vrx-Nk/S220/headshot2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
