﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>elizabethamoore's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from elizabethamoore</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore</link></image><item><title>a nudge</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/564061217/a-nudge.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/564061217/a-nudge.html</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 05:49:56 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;so i feel a nudge to write.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"it has been quite a while" ...like an awkward&amp;nbsp;encounter with a long lost college acquaintance...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "how are you?"."good". "how are you?". "good".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; yep, that pretty much sums it up.&amp;nbsp; it is hard to delve into the reasons and what hows of&amp;nbsp;all that has transpired since once last communicated so sometimes it is easier just to&amp;nbsp;graze over the present.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;so i had this hilarious conversation on the phone with this precious old man from new jersey the other day. (due to my job)&amp;nbsp; anyways,&amp;nbsp; his dog kept barking in the background.&amp;nbsp; when i asked what kind of dog it was he said a basset hound.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so within seconds i had a mental image of this old man in high waisted navy blue pants and a tucked in white shirt and a funny hat...and a big fat basset hound sitting on the couch next to him....&amp;nbsp; when i asked the name of the dog he said 'myrtle'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sometimes things in life just fit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; like the name 'myrtle' for a basset hound.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;if i had a hound dog (which i think i would really love) i would name him rufus.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;so.&amp;nbsp; thought of the present ....&amp;nbsp; i think old men are adorable.&amp;nbsp; i think basset hounds with old lady names are more adorable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;bets*&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/564061217/a-nudge.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, September 26, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/532594145/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/532594145/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2006 05:20:17 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i sat tonight and chatted/listened to a friend and roommate...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; we chatted about life, struggles,&amp;nbsp; patterns.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and the entire time i found myself aching to get to a keyboard to transpose some of these thoughts.&amp;nbsp; i have always felt that&amp;nbsp;the world's most&amp;nbsp;profound mysteries are solved or dissected in the hallways of dorms..or houses...late into the evening.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;i came to this..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; when we are told to 'surrender our lives to Christ' the predominant image in my head is that of a circle with the word GOD filling the middle.&amp;nbsp; we are told that He is to touch every aspect of our lives...He should be the center to our lives...not the first on the agenda, but THE agenda.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but i think there is something very much missing in this picture.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; because, previously, &amp;nbsp;when i thought of this model and how i was to live my Christ- centered&amp;nbsp;life&amp;nbsp;i never factored in the 'ugly' areas.&amp;nbsp; to be very vague i guess i could use the word 'sin'... i mean sure,&amp;nbsp; i could let Christ touch, even gently place a hand on my 'sin' like some cheesy drama you would see in youth group.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but i never imagined nor did i want for&amp;nbsp;Him to&amp;nbsp;snuggle up with my sin...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;but there i was tonight realizing how much 'sin' i had let Christ snuggle up with in the past months...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i had let Christ crawl into bed with my darkest parts...and rest there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that is what surrendering is all about.&amp;nbsp; it is more of an exposure really...catching you unguarded, awkward, on the defense...&amp;nbsp;and letting Him enter that realm.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;on a side note:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it is finally outdoor season again in AZ.&amp;nbsp; like the first few days of spring elsewhere in the United States when everyone emerges from their homes.&amp;nbsp; the hiking is better then ever.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/532594145/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, September 14, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/529121058/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/529121058/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 15:33:04 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;so i watched &lt;EM&gt;The Golden Girls&lt;/EM&gt; this morning while eating breakfast...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i have not laughed that hard in a while...&amp;nbsp; Rose cracks me up...!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;ps.&amp;nbsp; Janie Toy...if you read this...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it is almost your wedding day!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; yay!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/529121058/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>money</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/525441266/money.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/525441266/money.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2006 21:19:49 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i really hate money sometimes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/525441266/money.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The Greatest Generation</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/524538749/the-greatest-generation.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/524538749/the-greatest-generation.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Aug 2006 03:29:24 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i watched &lt;U&gt;The Notebook&lt;/U&gt; tonight so needless to say i am estrogen pumped and wanting to wear my hair in big swooped-back curls tommorrow, possibly a hat draped with a tiny veil&amp;nbsp;as well...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;they just don't make men like they used to...&amp;nbsp; there was this era when life seemed simple and love seemed less confusing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; when a guy saw a girl he liked...hung on a ferris wheel to ask her out... and love bloomed...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; when men were men and women were women.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; there is something in me that smiles at that...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;but the movie itself... not really a cinematic wonder...but after a long day it fit quite nicely.&amp;nbsp; the somewhat 'off' southern accents were a bit annoying but i got over it...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;off to sleep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;bets*&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/524538749/the-greatest-generation.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, August 23, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/522203135/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/522203135/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2006 23:28:13 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE BROTHER!!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;(may this year be a blessing...)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/522203135/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Skydiving Remarks</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/516123686/skydiving-remarks.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/516123686/skydiving-remarks.html</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 20:52:18 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;alright.&amp;nbsp; my re-cap of falling from the sky..(13,000 feet to be&amp;nbsp;exact)&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; what is there to say!?&amp;nbsp; i mean really.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;supposed to go on thursday... dust storm came so moved to friday...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;my instructor was from greece...nice bonus if i may add.&amp;nbsp; but his accent made it hard to hear&amp;nbsp;exactly how&amp;nbsp;i was to&amp;nbsp;jump out...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; but i didn't really mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;so i loved it.&amp;nbsp; it is beyond thrilling.&amp;nbsp; i think i almost broke my jaw though from chomping on my gum on the way up...&amp;nbsp; so stressed out...&amp;nbsp; dimitri (greek model/ skydive instructor) kept telling me i would love it...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i told him i was a fan of "Alias" and that i felt like Sydney Bristow...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i don't think he got it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i did get a bit nauseous on the way down, after the parachute opened up...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and, well, to be completely honest i kind of threw up a bit right before hitting the ground...i mean not horrible, but i definitely&amp;nbsp;had to concentrate on keeping the mouth closed...&amp;nbsp; yeah, i don't think Sydney struggles with that...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;;)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so i guess my chances with dimitri&amp;nbsp;are slim after that little moment...&amp;nbsp; but,&amp;nbsp; all in all...&amp;nbsp; i would do it again in a heart beat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; only i would ask not to spin so much when landing...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i still can't believe i went.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i praise Him for His protection.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;bets*&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/516123686/skydiving-remarks.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>hopefully there are parachutes</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/515249997/hopefully-there-are-parachutes.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/515249997/hopefully-there-are-parachutes.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2006 08:38:49 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;i'm going skydiving today...&amp;nbsp;!! &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;enough said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;ok, honestly.&amp;nbsp; i am a bit freaked...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it is late right now.&amp;nbsp; like 2 am.&amp;nbsp; my brother and i trounced around Flagstaff for like 5 hours today on this brillant disc golf course...&amp;nbsp; ( i almost typed disco golf course...that be fun)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; anyways,&amp;nbsp; he loves it and is so great at it.&amp;nbsp; i enjoy it but did not realize the amount of energy it takes...especially looking for the discs after they were lost to the wilds of the ski slope hillsides...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;anyways.&amp;nbsp; so many thoughts going through my mind the past few days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;so i am exhausted and then envision this trip tommorrow out of a plane.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; right now i don't even feel anything.&amp;nbsp; just wanting my toothbrush and some sleep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;goodnight world.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;side note:&amp;nbsp; ....i praise Him for recent truths that always existed but were never fully received...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and i praise Him for my brother.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;bets*&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/515249997/hopefully-there-are-parachutes.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, July 30, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/513748380/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/513748380/item.html</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2006 05:01:48 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;A gentle breeze rolled over &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:City w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; today changing the entire mood of summer.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It was as if the breeze complimented all it touched; it was the needed accessory, the missing link, the center piece....&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It beautified everything from the palms to the light jazz playing on the radio to the iced coffee I drank from a green straw....&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Everyone acted like they were in love today, in this state of glossed over bliss, *heck, even the insanely large McDonald’s sign seemed somewhat endearing when paired with the proper current. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I enjoyed work tonight.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I sincerely laughed, laughed hard, with some of my co-workers and customers.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I only say this because I accepted another job.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;That always happens, why?&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Like perfect hair and numerous compliments the day before your appointment at the salon.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Like a wonderful kiss right before the break-up.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Like a memorable night at work after you already quit.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;I don’t know.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;It is funny sometimes.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;night,&amp;nbsp; bets*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/513748380/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Mildred</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/512336775/mildred.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/512336775/mildred.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2006 03:53:54 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;rats.&amp;nbsp; i just typed one and then... who knows... it is gone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;funny moment at the cubicle job.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;(phone ringing)&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;(someone picks up)&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;U&gt;woman's voice&lt;/U&gt;:&amp;nbsp; "yeah"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;U&gt;me&lt;/U&gt;: "hello, yes. i am looking for mildred."&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;U&gt;woman&lt;/U&gt;:&amp;nbsp; "well you can keep looking because i am not interested!!!"&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P align=center&gt;(phone slammed down)&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;i did appreciate her witty remark and i did 'take her off the list' whatever that really means.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;movie tip:&amp;nbsp; &lt;U&gt;The Constant Gardener&lt;/U&gt;.&amp;nbsp; wonderful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;in other news.&amp;nbsp; it really is raining here.&amp;nbsp; big rain. hard rain.&amp;nbsp; i missed the sound of rain.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;challenge:&amp;nbsp; practice the presence of God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; this was the challenge given to me...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;goodnight.&amp;nbsp; i must be at work by 4am...&amp;nbsp; silly i tell you.&amp;nbsp; just silly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;bets*&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/elizabethamoore/512336775/mildred.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>