<?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-7557121</id><updated>2011-11-02T22:34:57.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Alyson</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-1249062094305442754</id><published>2010-09-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:20:04.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School started</title><content type='html'>Well, here you have it folks, I LOVE SCHOOL!! I miss my job, (and not just the pay check) but I am so glad that I decided to do this now! It has been crazy, with my whole new positions and things that I am doing. But I love it. I am so glad I took time off, so I can understand and appreciate the classes more. I love my teachers, and I think all my classes are going to be awesome!! The only thing is feeling less tired after. Oh well!  I also love that I can see my friends on a regular bases, and the fact that I no longer have to act professional...... well most of the time... It is stellar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-1249062094305442754?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1249062094305442754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=1249062094305442754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/1249062094305442754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/1249062094305442754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-started.html' title='School started'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-2945748402580419938</id><published>2010-08-27T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:41:38.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it has been forever that I have been on here...</title><content type='html'>So, I was told I should blog something... I will probably blog more once school starts, just so you can all know how I am doing. I can not believe I am done work today. After three years of working, of that steady knowing what I am doing the next day, I am going back to school. Back into the unknown of what is going to happen. Oh I am going to work too, teaching and cleaning house, and being a vice president... you know all those normal things! AHHH!!! So excited, so very excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-2945748402580419938?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2945748402580419938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=2945748402580419938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/2945748402580419938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/2945748402580419938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-been-forever-that-i-have-been-on.html' title='it has been forever that I have been on here...'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-777212792927927797</id><published>2009-06-24T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:42:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>A song to live by right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q36RBU0TLIo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-777212792927927797?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/777212792927927797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=777212792927927797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/777212792927927797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/777212792927927797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-3369231826007339505</id><published>2009-06-23T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:25:03.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has time gone??</title><content type='html'>Hmm....where has time gone? I contemplate this as I sit at the computer wondering what I should write about. So much has happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduated from University: Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started working: Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit my job and stared working somewhere else: Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a house: YEAH I DID! oh sorry Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and am in love with my two cute little nephews: check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how life changes and how people grow. Its been two years since I graduated from CUCA.. thats crazy. There are still says when I miss the atmosphere, and the people, but for the most part, I stay in touch. (for the most part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some pretty entertaining and wonderful people in the past 2 years. Sadly they have moved back to their homes. (sniffles) Why is that a number of the cool people i know live so far away? But then, a number of cool people I know live here... so it is okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to think of a good update so that I can post things with everyone all caught up... Or I will just write random musings from now on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good and celebrate each day with a smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the words of muffin....Song of the day: Flying without wings by Downhere! (oh they are coming to Edmonton in August... if tickets are the right price... I AM SO GOING!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-3369231826007339505?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3369231826007339505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=3369231826007339505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/3369231826007339505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/3369231826007339505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has time gone??'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-2034542684205851794</id><published>2009-02-04T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:02:55.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>Maybe one should get back to blogging.......(soon I will start...soon!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-2034542684205851794?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2034542684205851794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=2034542684205851794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/2034542684205851794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/2034542684205851794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-7131918927791271967</id><published>2007-04-02T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:41:20.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I was told to</title><content type='html'>So because I was told to update my blog I will do so. Wow, so I have not written since feb. But I have been really busy with my capstone, so that is my excuse. I am now finished my capstone and the concert went off with not a lot of mistakes. :) it was wonderful and my friends are amazing. Although there were some words missing. (but thats okay!) it was beautiful and i have not sung like that in a LONG time. I was so happy nad the fact that my friends are amazing and I love them so much! They are my rocks. Oh and I would not have been able to do anything without the Lord's doing. He is so wonderful and amazing. What a blessing He has given. Other then that I am getting ready for the end of the year and graduation. And then I am off to be Camp coordinator again this summer and then starting in September I will be teaching early development music lessons, voice lessons and early piano. I am excited to take a break from school, before I go back. Oh the joys. Really that is all that is going on in my life right now. Kinda makes me boring. Oh and Laura is due in August, and she looks so cute pregnant. I saw pictures of the baby and I love her. (the Aly(i)sons think its a girl) I can not wait till I get to hold my niece (or nephew) and play. Happy time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-7131918927791271967?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7131918927791271967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=7131918927791271967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/7131918927791271967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/7131918927791271967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-because-i-was-told-to.html' title='Just because I was told to'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-8186565020772364766</id><published>2007-02-27T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:37:43.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so... I wrote this</title><content type='html'>This is for my creativity project. We have to do something creative so I whipped this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I can not breath and I get all uptight. And I don’t know what to do. And then, I picture myself, floating. Floating on a cloud of soft white fluff. Everything goes away, and I just float there. My troubles are gone. My worries have evaporated. And then BAMM He walks in. And all of a sudden I am falling, falling so fast and I can not stop. It’s cause I get uptight all over again. But this time for different reasons, I don’t know what to say to him. I get all tongue tied. I think to my self “Does he know, and if he does, does he care?” And if he does not care Why not? What is wrong with me? I look at him slowly, and all of a sudden he speaks. “Hey, have you seen Jane? I want to ask her to the game with me” Outside, I slowly shake my head no, but inside I crumble. He leaves and I strive to find my cloud again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-8186565020772364766?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8186565020772364766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=8186565020772364766' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/8186565020772364766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/8186565020772364766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-i-wrote-this.html' title='so... I wrote this'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-7343208433428771523</id><published>2007-02-20T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:28:47.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am running away and other things</title><content type='html'>I am running away on Thursday to the mountains with my B.F.F! I am so excited to just spend some time with her and laugh, and talk, and be surrounded by the wonder of God's amazing mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RduQD_YSwWI/AAAAAAAAABE/bQds2fpFuXY/s1600-h/mountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RduQD_YSwWI/AAAAAAAAABE/bQds2fpFuXY/s320/mountains.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033775406743994722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news the funeral was a good one. If ever you can have good funerals. It was a celebration of her life, as small as it was. There were a lot of kids from work there, and after the funeral T. and I spent some time with them. It is hard to see them suffer, especially knowing that they lost one of their best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom the other day if it ever gets easier, she said no. And you know I am kind of glad it doesn't. That way I can stay human. (does that sound right) Anyway. I did not cry until T. started talking about camp and memories. But then I was strong for the kids. You know how it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss that wonderful young lady, her red button,  her bright pink feather boa and her joy for singing.  Camp will not be the same with out her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-7343208433428771523?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7343208433428771523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=7343208433428771523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/7343208433428771523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/7343208433428771523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-running-away-and-other-things.html' title='I am running away and other things'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RduQD_YSwWI/AAAAAAAAABE/bQds2fpFuXY/s72-c/mountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-4502801361078821425</id><published>2007-02-14T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:32:40.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines day!</title><content type='html'>So today is Valentines day... Or as I like to call it "Singles Awareness Day!" Anyway this post is not deticated to a rant. (although...) But instead I wanted to share something I heard, something that is true. Did you know what we all have a valentine, wheither we are single or not? Yep, I am thinking about Jesus. I mean He gave the ultimite gift. He loved us SOOO much that He died for us. I know that valentines day is so that we can show those we love how much we love them. Thats why Jesus gave us this increadable gift, so we can live in him. It is so much better then flowers and candy, and all the other stuff you can get for valentines day. So today, when you are thinking about what to give your valentine, to show them how much you love them, Stop and think about the ultimate valentine present, and Praise God! Give Him the present of Praise and Worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h1 style="line-height: normal;"&gt;          How deep the Father’s love for us&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;How vast beyond all measure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h1 style="line-height: normal;"&gt;           That He should give His only Son&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;To make a wretch His treasure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;How great the pain of searing loss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Father turns His face away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;As wounds which mar the Chosen One&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bring many sons to glory&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Behold the Man upon the cross&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;My sin upon His shoulders&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Call out among the scoffers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;It was my sin that held Him there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Until it was accomplished&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;His dying breath has brought me life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;I know that it is finished&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;I will not boast in anything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;No gifts, no power, no wisdom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;But I will boast in Jesus Christ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;His death and resurrection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why should I gain from His reward?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;I cannot give an answer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;But this I know with all my heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;His wounds have paid my ransom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-4502801361078821425?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4502801361078821425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=4502801361078821425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/4502801361078821425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/4502801361078821425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines day!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-6096414874309044853</id><published>2007-02-12T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:12:17.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow its coming soon</title><content type='html'>AHHHHH!!!! I only have a month till my capstone, hopefully I will graduate! Panic dance panic dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Midterms....... can I hear a little AAAARRRRGGGGGGG!!! Reading week please come SOON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-6096414874309044853?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6096414874309044853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=6096414874309044853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/6096414874309044853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/6096414874309044853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow-its-coming-soon.html' title='Wow its coming soon'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-2105369972145001886</id><published>2007-02-04T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:08:21.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What  a day</title><content type='html'>February 4th. So many memories have been flooding my brain today, and I have tried to preoccupy my head so that I can get through the day, maybe so that I don't have to remember. If I was a little out of whack today i am sorry.  I just can't stop thinking,  remembering. I know others were thinking too, how can you not? It's just one of those days, but life goes on. And God is there by my side. But why do memories have to hurt so much, even if they were good once before?&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, hopefully you got through the day, I'm praying that God is giving you the strength you need day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-2105369972145001886?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2105369972145001886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=2105369972145001886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/2105369972145001886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/2105369972145001886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-day.html' title='What  a day'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-886605455272799718</id><published>2007-01-28T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:46:14.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only because I told Nessa I would</title><content type='html'>Here, I have now joined in and could be called a sheep. (only cause I am following, not because I stink, cause I dont!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to this post and I will tell you one reason I like you. Then you must post this on your live journal/Blog too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-886605455272799718?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/886605455272799718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=886605455272799718' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/886605455272799718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/886605455272799718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2007/01/only-because-i-told-nessa-i-would.html' title='Only because I told Nessa I would'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-2616459158435054777</id><published>2007-01-22T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:00:17.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wise words by Alyson</title><content type='html'>Never be grumpy on a Monday, it makes the rest of your week bad. Therefore be Grumpy on a Wednesday, you had two good days, and after Wednesday you only have one more day till FRIDAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-2616459158435054777?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/2616459158435054777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=2616459158435054777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/2616459158435054777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/2616459158435054777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2007/01/wise-words-by-alyson.html' title='wise words by Alyson'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-5956361817306208275</id><published>2007-01-10T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:49:22.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay the pictures of Jens wedding.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RaVfFfbIXtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R_Vvt_z5yY/s1600-h/the+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RaVfFfbIXtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R_Vvt_z5yY/s320/the+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018521907713564370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the boys, Minus Rob cause he is not in that picture. But the best man. (farthest on the left) whos name is Jon and is my twin. (in personality!) it is scary and we had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RaVdk_bIXpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9SwY-nDhN6I/s1600-h/alyson+at+jens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RaVdk_bIXpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9SwY-nDhN6I/s320/alyson+at+jens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018520249856188050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me right after my dress is on. (for good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RaVdk_bIXqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9X3i1dgulso/s1600-h/the+four+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RaVdk_bIXqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9X3i1dgulso/s320/the+four+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018520249856188066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The four of us. Me, Jasmine, Jen the beautiful bride, (I did all three of our hair) and Chrystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RaVdlPbIXrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HPgSCk0g6Co/s1600-h/walking+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RaVdlPbIXrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HPgSCk0g6Co/s320/walking+down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018520254151155378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me walking down, I was the first one, it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some pictures. I might stick more on later. but as of now. that is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-5956361817306208275?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5956361817306208275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=5956361817306208275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/5956361817306208275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/5956361817306208275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-pictures-of-jens-wedding.html' title='okay the pictures of Jens wedding.'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UppDyebNpr0/RaVfFfbIXtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9R_Vvt_z5yY/s72-c/the+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-1443805446756172681</id><published>2007-01-02T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:41:44.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-1443805446756172681?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1443805446756172681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=1443805446756172681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/1443805446756172681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/1443805446756172681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2007/01/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-8245204042210882832</id><published>2006-12-18T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:32:33.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay the wedding done</title><content type='html'>So... Jen and Rob are off and married. Yesterday, it was a beautiful wedding and it was a lot of fun. as soon as I have pictures. (we are getting cd copies) I will post some pictures. I have to say My dress was pretty, there was a little misshap but thanks to some nylon thread and a lot of body tape. (which hurts when you are taking it off, and later on because it leaves your skin raw!!) everything was fixed and went with out a hitch. it was beautiful. I did my hair, the maid of honours hair, and Jens hair. Yep I did almost all of them. It was long. 2 and a half hourss!! Joy of joys. Anyway Its over, and pictures will come. But we looked HOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-8245204042210882832?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8245204042210882832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=8245204042210882832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/8245204042210882832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/8245204042210882832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-wedding-done.html' title='Okay the wedding done'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-4349455318500595930</id><published>2006-12-11T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:41:24.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost finished the winter...</title><content type='html'>I have two exams tomorrow. And then I am done for the semester. I am trying to find a place to work so I can go to school, but.......I dont want to apply somewhere and only work for two weeks then quit. that would not be fun. Hopefully I can work with another family over the break. Oh well. But off I go to study again. have a great day. Smile at a stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-4349455318500595930?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4349455318500595930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=4349455318500595930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/4349455318500595930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/4349455318500595930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/12/almost-finished-winter.html' title='Almost finished the winter...'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-8413627629437167254</id><published>2006-12-04T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:42:32.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Monologue</title><content type='html'>So, on Thursday I have my drama final. I am really excited about it, because we get to do a serious monologue and a comitic one. And we are able to write our own if we want too. Well I did not want to write my own, just because but I found something better. My family has all of my Opa and Oma's letters to each other during the war times and my Opa was away. Well I took one of my Omas letters and shortened it, (because I had to, they are really long) and that is what my serious monologue is going to be. And then I felt as if I should share. So here is my monologue. (and for those in my class..... hopefully it will be well done!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dear Henry, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here I am again, already late Sunday night and only now ready to write more. Thursday Annie came, Friday was Dini’s birthday, and we spent all day there. That is the reason why I had much to do in the evening and could not write you. Then Saturday Jo was here and now all evening Hans and Cobie. It is 11pm now but I don’t go to bed yet because I long so much to talk with you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a fine Sunday night for me. We talked about our faith reliability and our riches in connection with the sermon of this morning. I sure would like it if your conversations with visitors were more of that kind. We are blessed to have a few good friends. If Piet comes we really can talk about anything, the unrest and difficulties of our times go deeper then before, our frail existence is more real with the casualties from air battles and bombardments. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;The Hague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; had sixty dead and twice that many severely wounded after a few buildings were hit with only bombs from four planes! How terrible it will be when they come with 500? Henry dear boy, may God protect you from such a terror. “Even so” I said, “we should still be able to trust completely in God’s care.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My head and mind are disturbed when I think about what would happen if you became a casualty. I know it’s wrong to think that way. In my thoughts you have the highest place, while Christ must have center space. I mean my desires were fulfilled by you instead of letting Christ reign from the throne in my heart. It’s not always so, I have also calm and trusting times and light on the way. Still often I feel a struggle for trust, in the reality of life. One moment I pray “your will be done” and the next in self pity I think “how lonesome I am, how much I miss him.” That is not good. Rev. Kuyper also warned us against the poverty of our thoughts and discipline. “Lord make us in everything trusting children in Your service.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Harm talks a lot about his papa. Last week a boy said to him “my dad made this little car.” Said Harm, “my papa is so strong and so smart he makes allies.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Little Chris loves to draw.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good bye dear husband will the mailman soon bring a letter from you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bye, firm and heartfelt kisses from your little wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-8413627629437167254?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/8413627629437167254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=8413627629437167254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/8413627629437167254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/8413627629437167254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/12/serious-monologue.html' title='Serious Monologue'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-7714711872113648872</id><published>2006-12-01T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:59:01.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>So, Tuesday starts my exams, it is also the last day of classes. I can not believe that it is almost finished already. I have half a year left before I graduate, and I am thinking of special needs teaching. So thats two more years. Fun fun for me! AHHH  I dont want to think about it. I might have to take a summer course so that I am able to go and take the program but we will see what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I am also excited because Leah and I are going to spend a number of hours together  on tuesday. ROAD TRIP!!! So excited. imagine the fun we are going to have!!! I can, oh I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sing and dance just for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-7714711872113648872?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7714711872113648872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=7714711872113648872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/7714711872113648872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/7714711872113648872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/12/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-5862308162804444464</id><published>2006-11-27T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:56:27.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little bible verse</title><content type='html'>"Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."&lt;br /&gt;Matt 11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-5862308162804444464?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/5862308162804444464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=5862308162804444464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/5862308162804444464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/5862308162804444464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-little-bible-verse.html' title='Just a little bible verse'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-1279646316239376276</id><published>2006-11-25T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:47:53.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ethics Paper</title><content type='html'>Wow, so I have just spent the last 3 hours writing my ethincs paper. I am taking a break because if I just keep writing things are not going to make sense anymore. I am really enjoying this paper and I am half way done. I am glad Pastor G. moved the due date up to Thursday because then I can finish it monday, leave it alone until wednesday (or Tuesday) I do have another paper to write for Psy. And then go over it again. This is a good paper to write, although I am getting a little preturbed about it. It is based on the question&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt; should we, today’s population, sterilize people with disabilities so that the next generation is disabled free&lt;/span&gt;? Wow, yes this is a loaded question and I came up with it myself. It's great, but for the past hour I had to plag devils advocate. And this could have been easier, but I work with people with disabilities, so it was no easy task! But I got through it, and hopefully I will have an easier time typing out the against portion of the paper. It had to have for against and my opinion. So it is going to be a great paper when it it finished.  Anyway I am going to go and make myself some dinner. Take a break till I think 7 then type a little bit more. (and by a little I am hoping to have almost all, if not all done by lets say 9) THen off I go to finish my house work, and biblestudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you happen to want to know a good movie to see. I recommend Happy feet. I like it, it has some good symbolizm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-1279646316239376276?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/1279646316239376276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=1279646316239376276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/1279646316239376276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/1279646316239376276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-ethics-paper.html' title='My Ethics Paper'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-7731735301661818560</id><published>2006-11-18T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:39:41.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They called</title><content type='html'>Mom and dad called me this morning! It was nice. Especially to hear that they are going to the Panama, to Aruba, they were in Mexico.....And here i am stuck at home going to school. Ahh the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-7731735301661818560?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/7731735301661818560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=7731735301661818560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/7731735301661818560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/7731735301661818560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-called.html' title='They called'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-3701956507320329711</id><published>2006-11-15T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:13:21.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET!!</title><content type='html'>So, I was a little bit of a wreck this afternoon. Not because of anything school wise, or because my friend might have put in my head my parents could be dead. (only because they have not called yet. DOnt worry they are not!)  But because today I went to work. Instead of going where I have been going for the past 5 years, I drove a little farther and went to a different house. Inside was a different person. And what a wonderful person he is. Okay so I instantly fell in love. I know we are going to have our own challenges, and we are going to have to get to know each other. What person doesn't. But he is one of the coolest guys ever. OH I can not wait for the adventures we are going to have. And the good thing..... his family likes me too! YES, praise the Lord! I feel blessed that God has once again provided me with a child to work with. Praise Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-3701956507320329711?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/3701956507320329711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=3701956507320329711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/3701956507320329711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/3701956507320329711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweet.html' title='SWEET!!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-6908257097867180977</id><published>2006-11-13T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:16:53.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend the singer</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, so my friend from Camp unity got married this summer and wrote a song for her beloved. Anyway back where she lives now, she has this friend that has a recording studio so she recorded her song. Check it out! Just click on her name and you get to hear it. IT IS AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rectitudemusic.com/sh/sh.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great one! SUE YOU ROCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-6908257097867180977?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/6908257097867180977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=6908257097867180977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/6908257097867180977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/6908257097867180977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-friend-singer.html' title='My friend the singer'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-684257330062145595</id><published>2006-11-13T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T14:27:48.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bridesmaid dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4097/922/1600/bridesmaid%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4097/922/320/bridesmaid%20dress.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So picture this dress kinda a grey black. (charcol) and then picture me wearing it. Oh but if any of you know how to fix a zipper before December 17th let me know, because this one got stuck and it broke. GRRRR!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-684257330062145595?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/684257330062145595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=684257330062145595' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/684257330062145595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/684257330062145595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-bridesmaid-dress.html' title='My bridesmaid dress'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-4295189664032165835</id><published>2006-11-11T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:17:22.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason I love what I do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My cousin sent me this post over an email. I think it is beautiful, and I wonder, if we were in the same situation would we have done the same thing? I pray that we would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;that  would never be forgotten by all who attended. After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;extolling the  school and its dedicated staff, he offered a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;question: "When not  interfered with by outside influences,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;everything nature does is  done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;cannot learn things as  other children do. He cannot understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;things as other children  do. Where is the natural order of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;in my son?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;comes in the way other people treat that child."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;me play?"  Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the  eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;put  him in to bat in the ninth inning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;his  son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shay's  team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the top of  the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the right  field. Even though no hits came his way, he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;obviously ecstatic  just to be in the game and on the field,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;grinning from ear to ear  as his father waved to him from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;stands. In the bottom of the  ninth inning, Shay's team scored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;again. Now, with two outs and the  bases loaded, the potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;winning run was on base and Shay was  scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;knew that a! hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shay  could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;swung  clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;forward to  toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;in, Shay swung  at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;to the pitcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;grounder  and could have easily thrown the ball to the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;baseman. Shay  would have been out and that would have been the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;end of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and  both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;first!"  Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;it to  first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;startled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;He  could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;but  he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;intentionally  threw the ball high and far over the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;third-baseman's head. Shay ran  toward third base deliriously as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the runners ahead of him circled  the bases toward home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;“Run to third! Shay, run to third!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;“That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;love  and humanity into this world".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and  coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;little hero  of the day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-4295189664032165835?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4295189664032165835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=4295189664032165835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/4295189664032165835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/4295189664032165835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-reason-i-love-what-i-do.html' title='Another reason I love what I do!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-4669619143472503187</id><published>2006-11-05T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:03:43.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have not written in a while, so this could seem kinda choppy, but alas, its what I felt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;A poem for my boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I wish I could hold you tight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And take away the fright, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Of this scary, dark world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I want to take your pain &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And throw it all away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And make them see who you really are. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If I could turn back time, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I would take what happened&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And I would throw it away. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I wish I were there &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;To hold your hand&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;To help you stand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;To help you get through this. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Just try to be strong, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;It will not be long. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Until it is over. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And I want you to know&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;That we all love you so. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You mean the world to us. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If it was not for you, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I don’t know what I would do,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;For you have changed my life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;We have had some great memories&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And I will always remember these.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;For I would never change them. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But until that time &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When we meet again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I want you to know.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I love you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Alyson B. ‘06&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-4669619143472503187?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4669619143472503187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=4669619143472503187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/4669619143472503187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/4669619143472503187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/11/poem.html' title='a poem'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-9178746480540242413</id><published>2006-11-05T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:38:44.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss you buddy!</title><content type='html'>Five years, five years and its over.  Just like that! You know, I was supposed to leave this year anyway and say good bye. I was supposed to stop working anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like this? To leave without saying goodbye? To know that your there, and that your still struggling, to know that I am not able to help you anymore, that I done all I can. And now I just have to sit back and let life run it's course. Its like saying good bye to my other family.  I know at school they always taught us to never get to attached. But after five years!! If someone is not attached then, there must be something wrong with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, it's over and its back to the drawing board for me. I dont think I will have a problem finding another job, but still. It doesn't seem real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you buddy! You have put so much sunshine in my life, and you have helped make me who I am today.  Promise me you will hang in there! Promise me you will continue to grow, and that you will grow up to be whatever you want to be.  I know I am not "allowed" to say this but, I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-9178746480540242413?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/9178746480540242413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=9178746480540242413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/9178746480540242413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/9178746480540242413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-miss-you-buddy.html' title='I&apos;ll miss you buddy!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-4114762202320449376</id><published>2006-10-17T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T21:35:07.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because we need it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" For I know the plans I have for you," Declares the Lord, "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 6:34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore do not worry about tomoorow, for tomorrow with worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romans 8:38-39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, either angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippians 4:4-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always, I will say it again rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable, if anything is excellent or praiseworthy think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me, put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-4114762202320449376?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/4114762202320449376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=4114762202320449376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/4114762202320449376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/4114762202320449376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-because-we-need-it.html' title='Just because we need it!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-116077685255460494</id><published>2006-10-13T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:03:34.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read, and watch!</title><content type='html'>So heres the thing, first read the story, and then press on the link and watch the video after. It is one of those things that makes me tear up, and proud to be a Rehabilitation Practioner. Just to see and hear joy like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Strongest Dad in the World&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     (From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     I try to be a good father.   Give my kids mulligans.    Work nights to pay&lt;br /&gt;&gt;for  their text messaging.   Take them to swimsuit shoots.   But compared with&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dick  Hoyt, I stink.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;marathons.   Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a  wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;&gt;but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him  112&lt;br /&gt;&gt;miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mountain  climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike.   Makes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;taking  your  son bowling look a little lame, right?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     And what has Rick done for  his father?   Not much--except save his life.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;unable to control his limbs.   ``He'll be a vegetable the rest of his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;life;''   Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine&lt;br /&gt;&gt;months  old.   ``Put him in an institution.''    But the Hoyts weren't buying&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it.   They noticed the way Rick's eyes  followed  them around the room.   When&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering  department at Tufts University&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and asked if there was anything to help the  boy communicate.   ``No way,''&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dick says he  was told. ``There's nothing  going  on in his brain.''&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     "Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered.   They did.   Rick laughed.   Turns out&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a lot  was going on in his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by&lt;br /&gt;&gt;touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;communicate.   First words? ``Go Bruins!''   And after a high school&lt;br /&gt;&gt;classmate  was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run&lt;br /&gt;&gt;for  him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want to do that.''&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Yeah, right.   How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran&lt;br /&gt;&gt;more  than a mile at a time, going to  push his son five miles?   Still, he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tried.   ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore for&lt;br /&gt;&gt;two weeks.''&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were  running,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;it  felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!''&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     And that sentence changed Dick's life.   He became obsessed with giving&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Rick that feeling as often as he could.   He got into such hard-belly  shape&lt;br /&gt;&gt;that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     ``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official.   The Hoyts weren't quite a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor.   For a  few&lt;br /&gt;&gt;years Dick and Rick just  joined the massive field and ran anyway, then  they&lt;br /&gt;&gt;found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon&lt;br /&gt;&gt;so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following  year.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?''&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was  six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon?   Still, Dick&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tried.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour  Ironmans&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in Hawaii.   It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by&lt;br /&gt;&gt;an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Hey, Dick,  why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says.  Dick&lt;br /&gt;&gt;does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters.   Their best&lt;br /&gt;&gt;time'? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world  record,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to be held  by  a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     ``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Century.''&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     And Dick got something else out of all this  too.   Two years ago he had a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mild heart attack during a race.   Doctors found that one of his arteries was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' one doctor  told  him,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;``you probably would've died 15 years ago.''&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in  Boston,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass.,  always  find&lt;br /&gt;&gt;ways to be together.   They give speeches around the country and compete  in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he  really wants&lt;br /&gt;&gt;to  give him is a gift he can never buy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     ``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad would sit in&lt;br /&gt;&gt;the  chair and I would push him once.''&lt;br /&gt;&gt;     Here's the video....      &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryCTIigaloQ" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v&lt;wbr&gt;=ryCTIigaloQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-116077685255460494?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/116077685255460494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=116077685255460494' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/116077685255460494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/116077685255460494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/10/read-and-watch.html' title='Read, and watch!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115958147167521129</id><published>2006-09-29T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:17.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let you all know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/alysonericfighting.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/alysonericfighting.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got my revenge on this crazy crazy guy...... I BEAT HIM IN A LEG WRESTLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the champion my friends!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115958147167521129?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115958147167521129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115958147167521129' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115958147167521129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115958147167521129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-to-let-you-all-know.html' title='Just to let you all know'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115844881830896857</id><published>2006-09-16T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:17.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/HenryandAlyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/HenryandAlyson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/henry%20laura%20and%20Alyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/henry%20laura%20and%20Alyson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/alysonandLaura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/alysonandLaura.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some more wonderful pictures of the wedding. Cause they are pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115844881830896857?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115844881830896857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115844881830896857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115844881830896857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115844881830896857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115798500589506446</id><published>2006-09-11T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:17.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11 Five years ago</title><content type='html'>Five years ago, was a day in history that we will never forget. Terrorists attacked the US. Trying to bring them down. Instead the world saw the United states growing Closer together. Proving to be a strong nation. One nation over God. One thing that sticks out in my mind, is when President Bush quoted the 23 psalm. Reminding the country that it was in God that they should trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people lost their lives that day, tragedy struck household after household. Families lost loved ones, parents lost children. A day they will never forget for many different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One live that was lost was &lt;strong&gt;Victor Paz- Gutierrez.  &lt;/strong&gt;He was in the world trade tower the day it fell down.  He was a 43 year old pastry chef, working in Windows on the world in the trade tower. He will never be forgotten, and is survived by those whom loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for his family today. May they have peace, and may they take comfort in the Lord. May their memories of him be fond ones, and may they always remember the life he lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Mr. Gutierrez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115798500589506446?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115798500589506446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115798500589506446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115798500589506446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115798500589506446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-11-five-years-ago.html' title='September 11 Five years ago'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115768650961481060</id><published>2006-09-07T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:17.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Brother Got Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/Henry%20and%20laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/Henry%20and%20laura.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( I "borrowed" this picture from Emily, Thank you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my big brother got married. I figured that I should write about it, just because I want to. First I have to say, Laura made her dress. I KNOW she looks AMAZING! Well, the day went by well. Rehearsal was entertaining. I was not singing well. But I thought it was nerves. (it was Tonsilities though!) Anyway but everything was going smooth, and the church looked beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding eve, Henry and I drove back from Neerlandia by ourselves. It was an increadably special time that I will never forget. I think the memory of that night will forever stick in my head and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day brought nerves, but Henry was pretty calm in the morning. (before breakfast) And then I did not see him till he was dressed at the church. On the way there, mom and I had some quality time together which was nice. We practised singing and just were able to be together. The wedding was beautiful. I almost cried when Henry looked at me before Laura walked down the isle. He just looked so happy and ready to get married. So excited. And then I almost cried when I saw her. Waves of "Oh wow! she looks beautiful, and I am going to have a sister soon." hit my head. So then I cried when they said their vows. Only because it was so beautiful and I could once again see the love that my brother has for Laura and the love she has for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had to go up and sing. After hearing myself on tape I believe I did an okay job. I sure choked out the first verse though. (Yep I was crying) But it went well. Henry and Laura were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was fun. My father and i did a wonderful skit about computers and had everyone laughing. Ashley and I took the "hole in the bucket" song and changed it to "theres a bug in my softwear" That was fun. And then I said a little something. NOw that was hard. I dont know how many have actually gone out and said something at a brother or sisters wedding. (or even someone you are close too) But its hard. It was good. Once again by the end of it there were tears (but not just from me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family pictures was fun. I think at that time I was starting to feel the fact that I was sick. (without telling anyone... thats what happens when you dont want to get sick, you go in denial!) And also just emotional. But it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Henry and Laura came to say goodbye, once again I just saw the love in their eyes. And I know that this is not a love that can be created by man alone. But by GOD. I thank God for the fact that Laura and Henry are so in love, and I pray that they will always grow more and more in Christ and that their love stays the same always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115768650961481060?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115768650961481060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115768650961481060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115768650961481060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115768650961481060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-big-brother-got-married.html' title='My Big Brother Got Married'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115759761961681965</id><published>2006-09-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:17.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capstone</title><content type='html'>AHHH!!! Okay so Capstone permission slip signed. Now all I need is to find songs that fit my theme that is going to take 45-60 minutes. Rent the church, find people to sing with me, sing for me. Pick their songs. Find someone who will play piano. (I know of someone I just have to ask him!) Figure out everything else.  See if there are going to be other instruments. (Like flute, cello, guitar!) you know. Pick an MC. (I have someone in mind!) Pick the date. (sometime in March!) Learn songs. Sing songs.  Right an amazing write up, get people to come! Get good mark!!  AHHHHHHH!!!!! (I can not believe I am graduating!) Oh so here is where I ask.... any of you want to help with a capstone? Say yes please say yes! Alyson wants YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115759761961681965?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115759761961681965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115759761961681965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115759761961681965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115759761961681965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/09/capstone.html' title='Capstone'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115738838239082712</id><published>2006-09-04T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:17.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alison and Alyson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/Alyson%26Alison-tongues.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/Alyson%26Alison-tongues.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/Alyson%26Alison.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/Alyson%26Alison.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Henry Married Laura, and Laura's Brother is Steve, does that make Alison and I sisters?&lt;br /&gt;I think Half!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115738838239082712?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115738838239082712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115738838239082712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115738838239082712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115738838239082712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/09/alison-and-alyson.html' title='Alison and Alyson'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115732524189366912</id><published>2006-09-03T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet. (sarcastic)</title><content type='html'>So Henry and Laura's wedding went well, but I had a sore throat before it. I ignored it until after the wedding. And today I looked in my mouth at my throat, and thought I should show my mom.  So... I did, and guess what! I am starting school off with tonsilities!! AGAIN!! But with care and tenderness, I will be able to start school on Tuesday/ Wednesday. But what a way to start. That is why it is so Sweet! (cough cough!) More wedding stories later, i am going to go and gargle with salt water.  YES! (rolling my eyes!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115732524189366912?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115732524189366912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115732524189366912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115732524189366912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115732524189366912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/09/sweet-sarcastic.html' title='Sweet. (sarcastic)'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115689942009816267</id><published>2006-08-29T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 More Sleeps</title><content type='html'>Three more sleeps until Henry gets married!!! CRAZY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115689942009816267?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115689942009816267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115689942009816267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115689942009816267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115689942009816267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/08/3-more-sleeps.html' title='3 More Sleeps'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115673179641405920</id><published>2006-08-27T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be bored</title><content type='html'>I stole this from Isaiah, I think cause I was bored and wanted to do something mindless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.) Where were you when the ball dropped for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Leah's house with her and Rhonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2.) How did you get the idea for your myspace/xanga name?&lt;br /&gt;Myspace is  let it shine, so really let it shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3) What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;The tv in the family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4.) Has the death of a celebrity ever made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5.) Have you ever been to a zoo?&lt;br /&gt;Sure have, a lot of them. (my favorite was in Australia cause I held a koala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6.) Do you live in a zoo?&lt;br /&gt;I have a room that is a zoo, and our house is sometimes a zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7.) What did you do this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Went to Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9.) Where do you work?&lt;br /&gt;At camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;11.) What are the last two digits of your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;90&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;12.) What was the last concert you attended?&lt;br /&gt;Thmm real concert. Micheal W smith with Emily!! (great memories!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;13.) Who was with you?&lt;br /&gt;Emily, and Henry and Laura were in a balcony under us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14.) What is the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;hmm well, Pirates is on right now.... but Father of the bride. (we watched it with Laura and Henry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;15.) What do you dislike at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Stress, not feeling good, and some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;16.) What food do you crave right now?&lt;br /&gt;I could say pickles.... But I dont really crave them...... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17.) Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;18.) What was the last TV show you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Pirates (does that count? ) if not AFV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;19.) What is your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;The necklace from my parents. (which one, I like them all, but the heart one!) and my ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;20.) Name someone on your supscriptions who is just like you?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, who is just like me? Myself! (umm this one is hard) I would say Alison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;21.) Whats the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Tortillini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;24.) Are you on any medication?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;25.) What side of the bed do you sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;The middle, but more the right side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;26.) What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;27) what color is your razor?&lt;br /&gt;Blue and white. (I'm your Venus!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;28.) What is your favorite frozen treat?&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;29.) How many tattoos/piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;I have two earings in both ears, and right now a little butter fly tattoo. (its fake!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;30.) What are your favorite stores?&lt;br /&gt;I like stores. I dont know.... I would have to say I like them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;31.) Are you thirsty right now?&lt;br /&gt;A little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;32.) Can you imagine yourself ever getting married?&lt;br /&gt;I pray that one day the Lord willing I will be blessed enough to marry and start a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;33.) Who's someone you haven't seen in a while and miss?&lt;br /&gt;My family in Australia. (minus my aunt cause she is here for the wedding) and my grand parents. (but I miss them always!0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;34.) What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Went out for supper with my mom and dad, Henry and Laura and my Aunt. It was my moms birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;37) Do you like your nose?&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;38.) what color is your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;41.) Do you like pedicures?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;42.) Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;In a house with my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;43.) Are you an aggressive driver?&lt;br /&gt;kidna&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;44.) Who's your crush?&lt;br /&gt;whats that? I have sworn of boys for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;45.) Do you like the person who posted this last?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Yeah I really do like him! I can not wait to see him on Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46.) Do you know their Birthday?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think he has ever told me. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!(just in case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;47.) What is the thing you'd want to change most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, that is something that I dont share with many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;48. What color is your car?&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;49.) What do you smell like right now?&lt;br /&gt;rasberry deo, and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;50.) What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;51.) Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;Yep sure do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;52.) What do you tell yourself when times get hard?&lt;br /&gt;God only puts things in our path that we can handle. And that ultimatly everything is in God's hands, not ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;53.) Would you ever sky dive?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if I was not chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;54.) What do you sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;a cozy wonderful bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;55.) What character from a movie/TV most reminds you of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;dont know. how about.......nope, any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;56.) Have you ever bid for something on ebay?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;57.) What do you think of Angelina Jolie being pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;whatever. its her life let her do whatever she wants. Really if I was pregnant (I'm not) I doubt it would be all over the news, so whats the big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;58.) Do you enjoy giving hugs?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! And I like hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;59.) Would you consider yourself to be fashionable?                                                           &lt;br /&gt;I like what I wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;60.) Do you own a digital camera?&lt;br /&gt;no, My parents have one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;62.) Who is your favorite Star Wars character?&lt;br /&gt;seeing as how my brother(s) have loved star wars I have seen it, and I like the ewoks. They are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;63.) Does it annoy you when someone says they'll call but never do?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;64.) What books, if any, have made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm a number of them have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;65.) Do you ever feel guilty after eating meat?&lt;br /&gt;nope I love meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;66.) If you were born the opposite sex what would your name be?&lt;br /&gt;this is a dumb question. but Aaron James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a wonderful view into my life of goodness. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115673179641405920?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115673179641405920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115673179641405920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115673179641405920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115673179641405920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-must-be-bored.html' title='I must be bored'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115661570890196421</id><published>2006-08-26T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finished!</title><content type='html'>Well, camps are over! And suddenly I feel a little empty. I have three days left at the office, and then a really busy two days, due to Henry and Laura's wedding, but I dont want camp to end. Yesterday I was happy to leave, just because this was a hard week and I was so tired. But then I got into the car and ten minutes later I had tears streaming down my face. Kinda suprised me but then I realised that all of my hard work and planning paid off, and it was done. AHH it was done! I can not believe it.  Only a few minor mishaps, nothing horrible. (like mixing a bus schedule!, but that got fixed) And a rainy day. I feel proud of myself, and so happy that I had the staff that I did. It was great.  I am going to miss working with my staff, they are awesome and fantastic. But in one week I go back to school and back to normal. (Well as normal as things can go!)  I am also going through camper withdrawl. I totally miss some of the campers.  Oh to see them again. It was great. Oh I love camp. LOVE IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115661570890196421?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115661570890196421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115661570890196421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115661570890196421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115661570890196421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-finished.html' title='It&apos;s Finished!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115544761567945466</id><published>2006-08-12T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/Alyson%20and%20Scottie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/Alyson%20and%20Scottie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH the joys of Camp!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115544761567945466?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115544761567945466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115544761567945466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115544761567945466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115544761567945466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-times.html' title='Great Times'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115440343148639883</id><published>2006-07-31T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Unity 2006</title><content type='html'>Camp Unity is over, and I do declare I MISS PEOPLE! I know I will see some of them again in the next couple weeks but not all of them. And I MISS THEM!! Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115440343148639883?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115440343148639883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115440343148639883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115440343148639883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115440343148639883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/07/camp-unity-2006.html' title='Camp Unity 2006'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115299162162748582</id><published>2006-07-15T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is I the tired coordinator</title><content type='html'>So first of all yesterday Quinn paid off his dept to me. (taking me and Nessa out for dinner and a movie.) it was great we went to the Keg, YUMMY STEAK! and then to see a movie. Now we were going to see a chick flick or a cartoon. But because Quinn had invited friends to come, and really wanted to see Pirates 2. We let him. So it was an okay movie. Kinda long, some parts kinda dumb. Like hello there are not enough "normal" stinky pirates, they have to great sea ones. (Hammer head shark man!)  But anyway, next time I go see it, I probably will not be as quiet during the movie. (funny fact, since I am me, I was sitting beside a guy, and we got to talking. wait I got to talking, and I told him to come to concordia for school when he was done Highschool. (yes I am silly that way) anyway he was like Iwas thinking about it. Nessa asked him what school he went to, and he said St. Mathews in Stony Plain. That was when I was the only calvinist sitting between a lot of Lutherans. Oh well, his paster is Paster Nye! and get this, he is going to come to Concordia when he is done. ha ha) Anway back on track... so yeah last night I went out and had fun. But I should talk about my camps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a wonderful month of planning and orginizing what I would like to call the PSA camps of grand adventure and fun. (ha ha I just made that up!) We started on July the 4th. I now have two weeks under my belt and things are going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week we had teens, and they are the best kids ever. We went to Allan beach, (not as wheelchair accesible as one would think) and the Movies. We also went to the street performers and met the mayor of edmonton.  It was a sweet week. Totally fun and great.  The teens loved it and they made some sweet stepping stones and t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week was just this past week. We did so many different things with our 8-13 year olds. But I have to say, that age group= sassy! Anyway so on tuesday we went to the street performers and then on Wednesday we went to Global television. That was pretty awesome. We got our picture taken with Mike Sobel! Thursday we went to the Edmonton Journal, Saw them making the driving section of Fridays paper. And then went to go see Ice Age 2. ha ha its funny, but I do have to say, I saw the back of my eyelids for some of it.  On Friday we had a party. Now this was fun because some one brought  a cupcake cake. (from the top it looks like a cake) anyway there was so much icing left over. Well my co worker Jared desided that he was going to put it to his face and pretend to lick it up. (the left over icing!) Anyway I was standing right beside him so what do I do.. Smash it in his face. It was great he had a lot of icing on him.. but then he took what was left (cause there was some..) and gave me a facial with icing. Oh so much fun. The kids could not stop laughing, and I smelt like icing. *I did go out and buy a new shirt before going to Nessas and Quinns* It was a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we have 5-8 year olds and I am so excited for that, cause it is just little guys. Then after that I am gone for a week to camp. (right now it is just day camps!) I am also excited about over night camp. it is always so much fun! I will have to write again when those camps are done, cause I will be bound to have stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES FOR CAMPS! I love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115299162162748582?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115299162162748582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115299162162748582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115299162162748582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115299162162748582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-is-i-tired-coordinator.html' title='It is I the tired coordinator'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115250473966412847</id><published>2006-07-09T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on with Life</title><content type='html'>I have to say this. So many people have asked how I was, and I have answered that I am fine. But define fine. I think I have been working myself silly. No working myself to distraction. I have to say that my friends have been awesome, phoning just to see how I am doing, or to do something. I really appreciate that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, wow today was a hard one. Sitting in church. Then it hit me. But not in the way that I would have thought. I kept thinking how they were doing. Kept praying that they were okay. That the sun is starting to come up for them. That they could handle all of the glances and the sad faces. The questions, and what answers to give. No I am not mad at them. No it was no ones fault, it just did not work. Yes I am doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my biggest comfort right now is that God is on my side. That he loves me and everyone else involved. He is my biggest comfort. I know we can do this, and that one day the sun will shine for both of us. And it is my deepest and most heartfelt prayer that he is okay, and that God wraps His arms around him and gives him all the comfort he needs. And that he goes on with life, because it will get easier, God will see to that, he never sticks anything on our plates that we can not handle. (he taught me that) I will be praying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115250473966412847?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115250473966412847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115250473966412847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115250473966412847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115250473966412847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/07/going-on-with-life.html' title='Going on with Life'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115223001044686950</id><published>2006-07-06T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I’m Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I’m sorry for the hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I’m sorry for the love I’ve lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I’m sorry for the hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I did not want it to end like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I did not want those tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I did not want the pain inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I did not want the fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I’m sorry for the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I’m sorry for the love I’ve lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: 150%;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I’m so sorry that it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115223001044686950?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115223001044686950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115223001044686950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115223001044686950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115223001044686950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115091210788635277</id><published>2006-06-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its done</title><content type='html'>Thats it, I am registered in Concordia. AHHHH ROLLERCOASTER OF EMOTIONS!!! Glad I could stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115091210788635277?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115091210788635277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115091210788635277' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115091210788635277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115091210788635277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-done.html' title='Its done'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-115022440114387882</id><published>2006-06-13T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:38:16.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting, listening to the song I requested on the radio, and wondering what is going on!</title><content type='html'>So, its crazy, its weird, its my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought you would like to know that my life is a little crazy right now. I dont really want to go into details, but if you want to know, you can always phone me. LEts just say its about school next year. And I need your prayers please, Prayers that I dont loose my patience and that things work out. THanks a bunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-115022440114387882?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/115022440114387882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=115022440114387882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115022440114387882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/115022440114387882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/06/sitting-listening-to-song-i-requested.html' title='sitting, listening to the song I requested on the radio, and wondering what is going on!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114896091455219259</id><published>2006-05-29T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:21.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange that it happened now</title><content type='html'>So all day I have been kinda quiet, I think it is because I had a headache and I am not feeling so good.so Work was interesting. But I could not place the not feeling so good thing. But away I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at work tonight (with my boys) we started to have a God discussion. I think it started with " I dont believe that everything in the bible is right."  Well what am I going to say to that. A ten year old telling me what that the truth is not the truth.... Hmmm! Anyway so we started talking, and then about Adam and Eve, and how they were never born so how did they become alive. Oh and well there where Dinos, and then people. Yep thats right. But wait then came this question...."Who created God" (Wait, slow down, where are these questions coming from? coming out of a ten year olds mouth, what should you say to that!) What an interesting discussion we had. It was strange, but I hope I answered right. He is getting caught up in all of the hupla right now. (book of Judas, the movies ect) But then we went to go see Over the Hedge and thats funny. You should go and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get home, start reading my emails, and almost burst out into tears. Y.... I think I am people sick.. (not sick of people, just missing them) I have been so busy that I have barely seen anyone. A littl here and there, but not a lot. I miss people!!!! Ahh what am I going to do when I leave. But maybe I will be more busy and then I will not notice... I dont know! This is wierd, and I am finding it strange that it happened now. But this is weird, cause I mean yesterday I was miserable cause I did not see Tim, (more cause he did not show up to church and I did not know why, until I phoned him, and then I was just miserable cause he was sick and I could do nothing!!!) I dont know how Scott and Michelle do it all summer!! And everyone else in long distance relationships. I dont get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the ranting and raving. I miss you all so much!! I miss giggling with Amanda, singing ONe way in the hall with Beth, sitting in the office with Scott, religion class with Michelle and Quinn, singing with Leah, Laughing and being wtih Nessa, bugging Rea and Ellen, being crazy and acting with Allison and Talia.... Making fun of Muffin, well you get the picture..... I miss you guys tons.... Drop me a line, write me a note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for you all! Love ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114896091455219259?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114896091455219259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114896091455219259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114896091455219259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114896091455219259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/05/strange-that-it-happened-now.html' title='Strange that it happened now'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114808822125423463</id><published>2006-05-19T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:21.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One would think</title><content type='html'>One would think that it being summer, I would post more... well WRONG! I have less time now then before. In fact I am writing now instead of watching the hockey game. ( GO OILERS!!)  although I think Tim is thinking, Alyson you dont even like hockey that much! But you know when we are playing in western finals. I like hockey. But just in case GO ESKS GO!! ( getting ready what can I say)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Tomorrow is Sunny the 2s (only because I am older) wedding. I can not believe that tomorrow she and Steve will tie the knot! SO EXCITED!!!! Tonight the "boyz" are staying over, so a really nervous Steve. ( I predict) His two groomsmen and Isaiah and his brother. Now I have not seen Isaiah since Thanksgiving and I am looking forward to it.  As I write this they are at rehersal, but that is okay. I am saddened a little that Tim is sleeping today, and working tonight, because it would have been fun for him and Isaiah to meet. (but they will tomorrow) And besides that is its crazy I know I even saw Tim yesterday, but I misses him!! But I should not complain because I saw him alot this week, and i have friends that do not see their signifs almost the whole summer. I dont know how they do it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm so I am working with my dad till the end of may. I like that, means I get a tan and some muscles. Thats right muscles. I even picked up a freezer today. (by my self, and no it was not a tiny little one!)&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait till June when I start my other job, in fact i am so excited for that! Although I find that I am so busy I have not had time to really miss some of my friends. Oh dont get me wrong I do miss most of you, especially the ones that I will not see again for a while, but I am so busy that I dont really have time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I am in desperate need of letters. In fact last year I had so many already, but this year have there been any in my wonderful mail box.... NO! Sniffles sniffles. But I think that I will just have to write some people letters first. and then and then I will get letters. BUt I like them they are fun, and they make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I have really nothing else to say. Have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Pray for Alison and Steve and their wedding, and also everyone involved, weddings are a big deal and a lot of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114808822125423463?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114808822125423463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114808822125423463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114808822125423463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114808822125423463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-would-think.html' title='One would think'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114608970359115535</id><published>2006-04-26T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Dutch when</title><content type='html'>LOL so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BE A DUTCHMAN IF.......&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You finish the food on your plate in a restaurant even though it is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;burnt or otherwise unfit for human consumption;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You reused plastic margarine containers long before anyone had heard of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;the environmental movement;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You have a two volume address book, Volume I: A-U Volume II: V-Z&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Your main contribution to gender equality was the switch from King to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Wilhelmina brand peppermints;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Your range of restaurants is restricted by the contents of a "Buy one&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;meal, get one free" coupon book that you purchased to support&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;missionaries in Brazil;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You wipe the last of the butter out of the container with your bun;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Your mother's hairdo is the same at your wedding as it was at hers;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Your closet is divided into work clothes and Sunday clothes;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Your church attendance record is not disrupted by childbirth;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Your Sunday routine resembles: church, coffee, roast beef, soup,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;snooze, and church;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You have a living room but never sit in it;&lt;br /&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;All your cookies taste like almonds;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You make the bed in your hotel room;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;The last tip you left at a restaurant! was: "Don't wear so much makeup"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;and "A little quicker with the coffee next time";&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You have always been to church on New Year's Eve;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You can sing "eere zij God" even though you can't speak Dutch;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Seeing raised hands during worship causes you to look around for a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;hold up man;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You are still trying to justify owning a dishwasher;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;At your wedding everyone is swaying but no one is dancing;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You have attended worship services at a campground amphitheater;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You know what an afghan is;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You have lace on your windows but not on your underwear;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Your two permanent Saturday jobs are to wash the car and make sure you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;have enough change for the offerings;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;All of your recipes are adapted to fit a 9 x 13 pan;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You can't imagine a funeral reception without ham buns;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;The usher never needs to ask you where you want to sit;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114608970359115535?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114608970359115535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114608970359115535' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114608970359115535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114608970359115535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-dutch-when.html' title='Your Dutch when'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114592905005561749</id><published>2006-04-24T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEre we go again</title><content type='html'>cause Lauren posted me.. I have to do this.... have fun everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so join in my adventure.....give me your name and I will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2) I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'll tell you my favorite memory with you.&lt;br /&gt;4) I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5) I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6) I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7) I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;8) I'll give you a quote that reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;9) I'll tell you something that I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;10) If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. It is written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114592905005561749?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114592905005561749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114592905005561749' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114592905005561749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114592905005561749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-we-go-again.html' title='HEre we go again'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114546648694724118</id><published>2006-04-19T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for NESSA!!!</title><content type='html'>So, Where did I meet Nessa? Well I met her last year at Suessical. (no I have not stopped singing the songs) But I never really talked to her. I actually talked to Quinn more. But alas, school started this year, and we where in prayer group together. And then our friendship flurished! Nessa and I have done some crazy things this year! Like: Getting lost going to my Aunts house from the video store, (we did not want to take the main road!) Also... OH reading books in the car while waiting for Quinn, Yelling Stella in the Medi center while we waited cause I sprained my foot. (I am still deformed!) Going to Hockey games, Travel bug in Save on Foods, and clearly just having fun with Tim and Quinn! Oh and things like picking names out of books for her baby! (archibald!)&lt;br /&gt;I look up to Vanessa, and always will... well actually we are about eye level. Anyway she is an amazing Child of Christ, and is totally an inspiration for all of those around! She makes me smile, and has a caring and compassionate heart! I can not wait till she becomes a mom, cause she is going to make the best one! I Love ya Nessa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114546648694724118?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114546648694724118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114546648694724118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114546648694724118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114546648694724118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/are-you-ready-for-nessa.html' title='Are you ready for NESSA!!!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114532751444409147</id><published>2006-04-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eric</title><content type='html'>Okay from now on.... Eric is Muffin!&lt;br /&gt;Well what to say about Eric, I dont really remember when we started to become friends, I think it was when I met Scott. But I did meet him before. He was my dad in a play..How does this work seeing as how I am older? well I dont know, but Natasha wanted him as the dad! So he was, and we played! I actually thought his name was Chris for a while, until I was told different, and then we started Muffin. (who started it anyway, Muff? I forget!) But alas, Muffin and I have shared some laughs, and some good talks. It so happens that we where on the same mission team, and it is because of me that Muff loves "With Jesus in my Boat!" so much!!! (actually he hates it, but you know) we really got to know eachother then and i am so glad that we where put on the same team. I think God had something to do with it! Anyway, although I have not seen alot of Muffin this term, last one was a different story. Oh good old Horton and her wonderful ways. (cough cough gag gag!) Muffin, you are an increadable guy! You have amazing talents, and you are so much fun to hang around. You are an ear when someone needs to talk, and you can make people laugh when they need too! I am honoured to know you as a friend, and I will cherish our friendship! You have a way about you that is kind and caring, and I dont think you could intentionally hurt a flea. (well maybe a flea, but not a huge giant beetle, well maybe a beetle, but not a pretty butterfly!) Anyway you have showed Patience where really others would flip, and love when every thing seemed wrong! Thanks for making this year a special one. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;qoute of the day...(I dont have one, but I am sure muffin does!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114532751444409147?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114532751444409147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114532751444409147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114532751444409147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114532751444409147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/eric.html' title='Eric'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114532655682388780</id><published>2006-04-17T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regan its your turn</title><content type='html'>Rea,&lt;br /&gt;what to say about Regan...............&lt;br /&gt;Okay i am done thinking, My first memory of Regan is, crum I dont even remember how we met Rea, do you?  I think maybe it was through Scott or something..My favorite memory of Regan is sitting in her bedroom, just talking, about anything and everything. I liked that, and when Regan sung me songs, oh and the song she wrote for me! Yes I love my song!!!! In fact now that I think about it, I have it in my head... "Its not me that your thinking of..." Anyway now that I have sung that I will move on. Regan is a friend that is always there for you. Even if you dont talk to her for a long time. (gag on the not talking) She will always be there if you need a friend. And I mean isnt that the most awesome thing ever! Regan is also very strong in what she believes and if she disagrees she will tell you! I will also remember Regan on the mission trip, telling me I needed a new verse! And gave me one. (I have it highlighted in my bible, but I forget what text it is at the moment. I will post it later! ) I thnk she was sick of Philippians 4:4. I will never forget seeing her when she came back from Bella Bella the first time. Oh man, she let that light shine bright there, and I think everyone of those kids that she touched changed! She is an amazing girl, and is a riot to have around. I will miss her SO much! Besides if it were not for her, I would not know who would marry me in my school. (in case Tim does not work out...dont worry no sign of that happening!)&lt;br /&gt;Love ya Rea! Keep the light shinning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114532655682388780?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114532655682388780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114532655682388780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114532655682388780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114532655682388780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/regan-its-your-turn.html' title='Regan its your turn'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114532585497080618</id><published>2006-04-17T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets do another one:Scott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/picnicandgrad%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/picnicandgrad%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott,&lt;br /&gt;Who is Scott? Besides the worms in dirt man of eating? Well, Scott is strange, crazy, and a ton of fun! Who would have thought by the picture? I met Scott one day, I think Amber introduced us, I am not sure, all I know as we started to become friends. (not close yet, just friends) And he told me of his love for Sponge bob!? Anyway.... Moving on, so Scott and I got to know each other, and it was not long before his and matt's room in dorm was the place to hang out! Well, I was OFTEN there (my "room") and Scott and I started to get to know each other quite well. Now, well now he is one of my best guy friends and we often feed off each other to do crazy crazy things. Like you know I could one day be like," hey Scott lets go and jump in the puddles, and then he would be like, okay lets do that, so we would go jump in puddles and then i would push him, he would fall.... and we would laugh!" (this is often how our (my) planning would go, and I would talk out this whole senario, and would add we would laugh. and then we would go and do it!)&lt;br /&gt;On top of being crazy, Scott has always let his light shine. My favorite part of our friendship is the talks we have about God, and our faithlife, and what God has done for us!" He once told me, and I agree, that I friendship that is based on God, is a friendship that will last forever!  I like that!&lt;br /&gt;So Scott, thanks for the memories! I cant wait till we crash each others weddings (when we finally get married, after we grow up...) and then we would laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Be Gods!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114532585497080618?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114532585497080618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114532585497080618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114532585497080618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114532585497080618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-do-another-onescott.html' title='Lets do another one:Scott'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114529394092518967</id><published>2006-04-17T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about Leah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone else your time will come!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This post is about Leah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have known Leah for two years. But we never really got to know each other till the winter last year, when Neal said, "Alyson there is this girl who is as bored as you are... you should email her" so I did. And so a beautiful friendship began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we drove Muffin mad after that with our NARF and well just being  ourselves. We each had a "room" in guys dorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say about Leah? Well a lot, but some of it, I can not tell you because it is just Alyson and Leah stuff. But I do have to say, that we have had some pretty fantastic talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah inspires me to do things that I never thought I could do. She wears her heart and her faith on her sleeve and is willing to share that with anyone. She cares about EVERYONE! and is a blessing to have in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget listening to her songs, and in fact... I might go listen to one now!  And just talking about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah you are an amazing child of God and I thank him daily that He has placed you in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and leah writes stories......(or so she says. :p)&lt;br /&gt; Love ya girl!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114529394092518967?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114529394092518967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114529394092518967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114529394092518967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114529394092518967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-about-leah.html' title='All about Leah'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114529328036782534</id><published>2006-04-17T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so many things happening</title><content type='html'>So list of things done&lt;br /&gt;Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Last day of Classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things to do&lt;br /&gt;Tims Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Study for exams&lt;br /&gt;write exams&lt;br /&gt;get a car&lt;br /&gt;find out stuff about school&lt;br /&gt;mail my audition tape&lt;br /&gt;Work! (which should be fun!)&lt;br /&gt;write a theory exam&lt;br /&gt;say good bye to my friends&lt;br /&gt;watch my friends get married. (YIPPEE)&lt;br /&gt;See Henry get married (Bigger YEAH)&lt;br /&gt;Say good bye to family and Tim&lt;br /&gt;Go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I wish I could just stick with the things done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway well this should be a great summer!  in two weeks the first two will be done, and that is fantastic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114529328036782534?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114529328036782534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114529328036782534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114529328036782534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114529328036782534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-many-things-happening.html' title='so many things happening'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114489837550496768</id><published>2006-04-12T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tims Blog</title><content type='html'>hey just in case you want to read about my other half go here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.psychmurse.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giggle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114489837550496768?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114489837550496768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114489837550496768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114489837550496768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114489837550496768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/tims-blog.html' title='Tims Blog'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114489756375970188</id><published>2006-04-12T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neal Continued</title><content type='html'>So I was at work, and I thought there were something about Neal that I forgot to add. Important things, wonderful things that needed to be said. Neal inspires me. I have been a Christian my whole life, but Neal has not, and he lets his light shine. He does it in a different way then some would, but oh boy does it shine bright! And people can identify with him, because when you see him, you dont think holy christian boy.. nope you dont, But then when you get to talking to him, it is there. He has this way. Another thing that touches me is that he really doesn't hate kids. ( I dont believe him when he says he does, I still think he loves them) And a story that I love is one when he was working with a kid with a disability. And my heart just filled with love. YEah Neal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay continuation done. HOmework to do. more posts later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114489756375970188?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114489756375970188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114489756375970188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114489756375970188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114489756375970188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/neal-continued.html' title='Neal Continued'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114481237648464691</id><published>2006-04-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay Folks, well I promised Neal I would write a whole post on him. (because he is going to do one on me!) And then I decided that it would be cool to do a post on all my friends. Although this may take some time, and it will probably go into the summer. And I might forget some people. (I probably will, i have lots of friends.) I am going to try. But I am starting with Neal because I am. So here it is folks all about Neal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Neal&lt;br /&gt;When I first met Neal I was a little taken back, I mean what do you say to a guy who has an interesting hair colour is wearing bright orange pants and has a ton of piercings? Well, because I was not used to it, but thought meh, he is bound to be fun. I dove right in. And a beautiful friendship began. Over last year Neal and I have shared some interesting memories. Including *spoons* and waking me up in weird and interesting ways. I took frequent naps last year in dorm. Neal has opened my eyes that beauty is in everyone, and that he is an amazing person! Did you know he is tons of fun to hang out with, and has a heart of gold. Oh Darn Neal I am breaking your cool calm shell. Neal makes me laugh in so many ways, and I have never been the same since I met him. One of my favorite memories of Neal is "jumping him" last year after christmas I was so excited to see him. And just hanging out with him. I am saddened that I never see him this year, and I feel that every time I am in guys dorm he is sleeping anyway. Another thing about Neal... he sleeps....A LOT! It makes me smile, Oh and the day that we had formal day at school (why because the boys decided) Neal looked well very good! (but sorry, not as good as Tim!) Anyway moving on.... Neal, I have some fun memories of you even this year. Trying to twirl me in the choir loft...(cough cough) And my birthday hug. (Need I say more!) But that my friends is Neal. Now I dedicate the comments to your memories of Neal... Because like I said this post is about him. Well and you can tell me if you really want me to write about you, or if you really dont want me to write about you. But MOSTLY write about Neal!&lt;br /&gt;I heart you Neal!! And will miss you when I am gone!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114481237648464691?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114481237648464691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114481237648464691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114481237648464691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114481237648464691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/neal.html' title='Neal'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114451759367618702</id><published>2006-04-08T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Deal</title><content type='html'>You are now reading the blog of one the coordinators for summer camps!!!&lt;br /&gt;YES!! Fist pump!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114451759367618702?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114451759367618702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114451759367618702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114451759367618702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114451759367618702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/sweet-deal.html' title='Sweet Deal'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114420633691419743</id><published>2006-04-04T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>Its April!! Good things happen in April.... like my birthday, and Tims birthday and the end of school! YEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114420633691419743?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114420633691419743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114420633691419743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114420633691419743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114420633691419743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114418681796901734</id><published>2006-04-04T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:20.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can not believe that school is almost over! I am really getting ready for it to be done, but this is my last year at Concordia! I dont want to say good bye but I have to! But I know I must move on. I have posted an article I wrote for the Blue and White! (I dont know if it got in, but meh!) I hope you enjoy it, and please continue to pray for all the students during this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;“Good bye’s the saddest word I’ll ever hear”. Another year is coming to a close, students are rushing to finish that last paper, finish that final project, or study for that brutal final that will be there before they know it. Yet, something else sneaks up, good byes. Soon the halls of Concordia will be empty and Tegler will no longer be filled with the common chatter we hear each day. Some welcome this time with open arms, and others, well others can’t believe that it is over. This is my last year at Concordia; I am moving on and can not believe that it is over. I have so many fond memories of this school, every hall way and many class rooms hold special memories for me. I will never forget karaoke in Tegler, so loud that even if you wanted class you couldn’t, mission trips and all the bonds mad from them. I will never forget “visiting” various offices just to say hi, and have people come to just say hi to me. I will always remember discussions with certain Profs, and striving to do my best. But most importantly I will always have a special place in my heart for the relationships that were formed here. People have come into my life and have changed it. I have grown in so many different ways, and when I leave Concordia, a little bit of my self is staying behind. But I must go and start the next page in my life. Good bye Concordia, God bless, I will miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114418681796901734?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114418681796901734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114418681796901734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114418681796901734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114418681796901734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114351537760364421</id><published>2006-03-27T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first Hymn</title><content type='html'>So, I just finished writing my hymn. And I must say it is very nice. But alas I did not write the notes, We did not have to, and will not get a lower mark if we dont, so I did not. (because i did nto want to go that crazy!) But it is worded, and I am proud. I would like to say the tune is from the song At the Name of Jesus, and the text is 2 Timothy 2:11-13 (and even better, Tim picked the text!) And now I will let you in on the words! I hope its good enough for that A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faithful, by Alyson Bosch&lt;br /&gt;tune: At the Name of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;If we should die with God, we will also live&lt;br /&gt;if we always press on, His kingdom He'll give.&lt;br /&gt;But if we turn our back, and push Him away&lt;br /&gt;He will never leave us, He will always stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah that is my hymn! It did not need to be super long, it just needed to work, and I think it did, I hope it did! (I dont want to transfer the notes of a different song onto manuscript paper again)&lt;br /&gt;Peace! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7557121-114351537760364421?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114351537760364421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114351537760364421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114351537760364421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114351537760364421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-very-first-hymn.html' title='My very first Hymn'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114335292850818909</id><published>2006-03-25T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving forward</title><content type='html'>So... today, I applied for Rez in Winnepeg! I am so scared!! Tim was over when I did it, and I was like I dont want to do this but I have to. And I did. Now I just have to sit back and wait. But I did find out that I can send a tape of singing over to Winnepeg and write my theory exam later! That makes me happy! But now it looks like I will be leaving on the 4th of September. (Sniffle) Pray for me please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114335292850818909?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114335292850818909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114335292850818909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114335292850818909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114335292850818909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/moving-forward.html' title='Moving forward'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114300151765538709</id><published>2006-03-21T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auditions</title><content type='html'>Well this is it... By June 13th and 14 I have to have two contrasting songs ready and I need to study up on my theory! Because that is when i have to audition in Winnepeg.... SO NERVOUS! But I can do it, and then on to my dream of becoming a Music Therapist! YES! (who wants to come with me?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114300151765538709?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114300151765538709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114300151765538709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114300151765538709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114300151765538709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/auditions.html' title='Auditions'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114283111961441414</id><published>2006-03-19T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is So Good!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say, that I am so thankful to God that he has given me Tim. I feel so blessed! Pray for our relationship, that it will be one built on Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114283111961441414?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114283111961441414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114283111961441414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114283111961441414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114283111961441414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-is-so-good.html' title='God is So Good!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114246507466114751</id><published>2006-03-15T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggle</title><content type='html'>LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(have a great day!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114246507466114751?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114246507466114751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114246507466114751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114246507466114751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114246507466114751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/giggle.html' title='Giggle'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114209566839290324</id><published>2006-03-11T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This SUCKS</title><content type='html'>So I have had some crappy things happen to me over the year but this beats it all. Thursday I was feeling really gross at school, and thought it lack of sleep and a cold. But alas, when I woke up Friday morning, I could not talk and could barely move, so I decided to stay home. When my mom came to check on me, she told me that it sounded as if I had marbles in my mouth. So she looked into my wonderful mouth and there found the cause. (no I did not put marbles in there!) but alas I have tonsillitis! Thats right I have tonsillitis, and now I can not go and do anything. It went from bad to worse because I found out I can not leave the house till probably Sunday. (if i am better) and my fantastic day of going to see The Importance of Being Earnest, having a BBQ, and going to the Rock concert with Tim, Alison, and Fiona is dead! Its gone. Now I have been looking forward to this day FOREVER, and yet maybe I was not supposed to go. And another thing is, I can not practise singing! So... I have lessons on Monday and I have not been able to practise. It sucks it sucks it sucks!! (sorry I am ranting) and it hurts. But I know I will get better, and I am just thankful it happened this week and not in two weeks right before my show.  Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114209566839290324?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114209566839290324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114209566839290324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114209566839290324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114209566839290324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-sucks.html' title='This SUCKS'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114169049819966841</id><published>2006-03-06T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee</title><content type='html'>see this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordia Students' Association Award&lt;br /&gt;An annual $500 award to a student who has demonstrated significant&lt;br /&gt;improvement and perseverance in academics, is in financial need,&lt;br /&gt;participates in extracurricular activities (e.g., Student Council, Christian&lt;br /&gt;Life Committee, Drama, Sports), and is not receiving any other&lt;br /&gt;financial award.&lt;br /&gt;Donor: Concordia Students' Association&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won that!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114169049819966841?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114169049819966841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114169049819966841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114169049819966841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114169049819966841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/yippee.html' title='Yippee'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-114145190275118452</id><published>2006-03-03T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey its March!!</title><content type='html'>Its March and so many things have happened since I last posted... And you know now that I think about it, tomorrow is my one month!! (giggle!) So lets start from the beginning.... Febuary 4th I went to the opera with a most wonderful person! Anyway after that, I then went to west ed, kareoke and then Guys and Dolls with the same said wonderful person. ( I should fill you in... this wonderful person is a boy!) After that, we said good bye while I went off to Hawaii for a week. (sniff, I missed him so!!) I had a wonderful time in Hawaii and when I have pictures I will put them up here and will tell you of my trip. Although it is better to tell you in person! But then I got home, and I got to see my friends and (you guessed it) that wonderful person. Where we went public! (well we had already went public, but... choir, old ladies, gossip you know the story!) And so tomorrow is one month from the day we went out!  If you have not picked up on this, I, Alyson am no longer a single girl! There is a wonderful boy in my life and I could not be happier, and I thank God for him everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-114145190275118452?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114145190275118452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=114145190275118452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114145190275118452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/114145190275118452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-its-march.html' title='Hey its March!!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113995369818056399</id><published>2006-02-14T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not easy being green</title><content type='html'>giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Kermit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/kermit.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, ho! Lovable and friendly, you get along well with everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry - everyone know's it's not easy being green.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113995369818056399?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113995369818056399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113995369818056399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113995369818056399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113995369818056399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-not-easy-being-green.html' title='Its not easy being green'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113995115469852938</id><published>2006-02-14T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;www.epica-awards.org/assets/epica/2004/winners/film/flv/06037.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best commercial ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113995115469852938?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113995115469852938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113995115469852938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113995115469852938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113995115469852938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/02/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out!!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113989361514508524</id><published>2006-02-13T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think of me.....</title><content type='html'>I did this cause I wanted to! (And cause I am copying Emily *shocker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, just go to this link and fill it out and have fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=AlysonSunny"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=AlysonSunny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113989361514508524?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113989361514508524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113989361514508524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113989361514508524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113989361514508524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-do-you-think-of-me.html' title='What do you think of me.....'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113971772916198870</id><published>2006-02-11T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of  A Waiting Room</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I decided to try stair diving. Well it did not end gracefully. Nope in fact it ended painfully! But I have some nice friends and they sat me down, but then I almost fainted and threw up. Gross!!!! Anyway my wonderful friend Nessa took me to the Medi center were we waited not one, not two but three hours. Oh wow it was boring and she and I were starting to go nuts, crazy , insane. We looked at each others wallets, and we diagnosed me, and we pulled a little "street car named desire" (giggle) and then we made a bed out of chairs. Well, the doctor looked at it, told me that if I wanted my sheet signed and a doctors note, all together it would cost $160 (150 for the sheet signing thing and 10 for the note) I said nope, and then she told me I needed xrays, so we went there, and then I got my xrays.. (the technision asked if I was drunk when I fell down the stairs, I said no, I had just finished a physics exam, and he was like well maybe you should go and get drunk now... giggle) anyway so then we went back to the doctors. Both of us limping, (Nessa had a sympathy limp) And found out I just sprained my ankle. But wait that is not all the doctor also said "this bone is normally supposed to be closer to this bone, but I guess you were born like that!" (YES I AM DEFORMED!!!) Anyway it has felt better today, but I think that is because I listened to the doctor and stayed off of it almost all day, but it still hurts. Although I dont have as big as a limp today. YES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113971772916198870?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113971772916198870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113971772916198870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113971772916198870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113971772916198870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/02/joys-of-waiting-room.html' title='The Joys of  A Waiting Room'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113918904760306416</id><published>2006-02-05T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:19.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>last night was a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113918904760306416?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113918904760306416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113918904760306416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113918904760306416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113918904760306416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113908398101099913</id><published>2006-02-04T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Town</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you put 15 people together, 10 of them drama kids? A night one the town!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay there was a really lousy pun but it was fun! So yesterday I had plans to go home and do homework without distraction... :) But alas, my friends told me I needed to go and see this play. I relented, thats right I did, it did not take very long (only about two hours) and I had a great time! We went to my friend Allisons house(thats right Allison!) first for appetizers and desserts, and oh the fun we had there. Let me just tell you, that if you want a good laugh you should take us drama people anywhere. I was privlaged to answer Allisons phone and buzz people into her apartment. There was a phone call that was not buzzing worthy, and I was like" hello this is Alyson... " the guy then responded "Are you sure this is Allison, you sound different" and then the rest of the convo went like this...&lt;br /&gt;" Yes I am quite sure, in fact its what my mom has called me my whole life.."&lt;br /&gt;"wierd, anyway.... is (allisons roomate) there"&lt;br /&gt; "I dont know, I dont think so, can I give a message" (thats right GIVE)&lt;br /&gt;"No thats okay, hey Allison do you know if....?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh maybe I should confess, I am ALYSON, not Allison, don't you think its wierd that you are talking to an ALYSON, when its ALLISONS house/"&lt;br /&gt;"HUH!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I dont belong here, I am a friend of the other Allison... the one who lives here"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah thats wierd...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dramatic pause&lt;/span&gt; can I talk to that Allison"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh of course, why didnt you say so! have a nice night.."&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation is over. it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;So then after that convo, we just had some very funny laughs, because let me tell you when you have drama students out number the non drama students (okay I lied when you put a drama student anywhere) things can get a little (or a lot) crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;From Allisons house we went to go see the play "On The Town!" So funny!!! So Good!!! And I could totally see our school do it.  One of the girls in our group made it a goal for us each to make a friend and tell them about our plays. so I did, I made two... They must have known we were drama kids by the way we were acting. (although during the play we all behaved dont worry!) But during intermission and then when it was over we did mention "the Importance of Being Earnest" and "Cherry Coke" that concordia was doing.. and that "Cherry Coke was written by Concordia sudents, and if people wanted to go and see a wonderful play just like this one they should go to Concordia on this and this day.... Giggle it was so fun!! And the ushers were like you must be drama kids cause I feel his energy... that really only Dram people have. (its true we do give off this energy, I know when drama people are coming to see OUR shows.) Anyway so that was a great night!! It was fun,  and tonight is bound to be grand also.... Opera here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Everyone should come to see "Importance of Being Earnest" and Concordias big huge band concert (two famous christain bands, and then two school based bands) on March 11th... Tickets on sale soon, if you want more info.. talk to me!!!! Oh and CHerry COke is March 30, 31 and April 1st... and you HAVE to come to that one, cause I AM IN IT!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113908398101099913?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113908398101099913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113908398101099913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113908398101099913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113908398101099913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-town.html' title='On The Town'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113874665383510137</id><published>2006-01-31T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant believe it!!!</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! GIGGLE !!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sorry you might not understand this post but if you do, well good for you, if you dont, maybe one day I will explain it to you! But not yet!!! int he mean time I say)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&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/7557121-113874665383510137?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113874665383510137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113874665383510137' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113874665383510137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113874665383510137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I cant believe it!!!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113868699037194558</id><published>2006-01-30T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Light Pink Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/light-pink-rose.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You represent sweetness and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vibe: Kind and gentle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you: is like falling in love with a best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolorroseareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Rose Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113868699037194558?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113868699037194558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113868699037194558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113868699037194558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113868699037194558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/thats-right.html' title='Thats Right'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113849361646020052</id><published>2006-01-28T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Fall!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/fall.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;Expressive&lt;br /&gt;Creative&lt;br /&gt;Poetic&lt;br /&gt;Smart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113849361646020052?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113849361646020052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113849361646020052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113849361646020052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113849361646020052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/fall.html' title='fall'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113842852409591467</id><published>2006-01-27T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>Please Pray for me! I have some things going on in my life, and I am scared, excited and so thankful that God is the main focus in my life. Because without him I think I would break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113842852409591467?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113842852409591467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113842852409591467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113842852409591467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113842852409591467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/please.html' title='Please'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113834176364293517</id><published>2006-01-26T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>I got admitted (sounds like a hospital) to the university I applied for!!! I AM SO EXCITED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113834176364293517?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113834176364293517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113834176364293517' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113834176364293517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113834176364293517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113821842696688133</id><published>2006-01-25T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He will be there</title><content type='html'>Taking it one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where it will take you.&lt;br /&gt;Holding on tight&lt;br /&gt;To scared to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He guides your steps&lt;br /&gt;and leads you to the waters.&lt;br /&gt;He holds your hand&lt;br /&gt;and leads you into safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;But know its going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to seem wrong&lt;br /&gt;But know you are not always right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will take your mistakes away&lt;br /&gt;And you will be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;He will help you when you are wrong&lt;br /&gt;And will show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're scared to look ahead,&lt;br /&gt;but the past has trapped you.&lt;br /&gt;You want to carry on&lt;br /&gt;But hold on to what you've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will help you look ahead&lt;br /&gt;And will always be your future.&lt;br /&gt;He will lift you up,&lt;br /&gt;And help you carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyson Bosch 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113821842696688133?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113821842696688133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113821842696688133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113821842696688133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113821842696688133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/he-will-be-there.html' title='He will be there'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113791072383152163</id><published>2006-01-21T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Four Jobs I Have Had:&lt;br /&gt;1. JBs Storage&lt;br /&gt;2. Landscaping&lt;br /&gt;3. Soda jerks&lt;br /&gt;4Rehabilitation Practioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Movies I Could Watch Over and Over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Camelot&lt;br /&gt;2. Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;3.Shrek&lt;br /&gt;4. Harry Potter movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Books I Could Read Over and Over:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Bible&lt;br /&gt;2. Sophies Heart&lt;br /&gt;3. The cat and the Hat&lt;br /&gt;4. My Shakespeare book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Travelaide&lt;br /&gt;2. St. Albert Deer Ridge&lt;br /&gt;3. St. Albert Erin Ridge&lt;br /&gt;4. Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV Shows I Watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. CSI&lt;br /&gt;2. NCIS&lt;br /&gt;3. Bones&lt;br /&gt;4. Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I Have Been On Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1.Australia&lt;br /&gt;2. Austria&lt;br /&gt;3. Paris&lt;br /&gt;4. California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Websites I Visit Daily: (more like almost daily)&lt;br /&gt;1. my blog&lt;br /&gt;2.My Email&lt;br /&gt;3.Leahs blog&lt;br /&gt;4. And all my other friends blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Favorite Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pasta&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. Steak and potatoes&lt;br /&gt;4. Sea food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Places I’d Like To Be Right Now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;2. Klemtu&lt;br /&gt;3. Australia&lt;br /&gt;4. Where my friends are... I need them right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Bloggers I’m Tagging:&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;. Leah Lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Selective Cynicism&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Above Air Productions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontkissthewrongfrog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Shannons Poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jorx.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113791072383152163?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113791072383152163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113791072383152163' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113791072383152163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113791072383152163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/four.html' title='Four'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113764833864408668</id><published>2006-01-18T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think that this is funny</title><content type='html'>Go here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rathergood.com/moon_song/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113764833864408668?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113764833864408668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113764833864408668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113764833864408668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113764833864408668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-that-this-is-funny.html' title='I think that this is funny'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113711905742791045</id><published>2006-01-12T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I did not talk</title><content type='html'>Greetings everyone. Okay so my title says it all. Although... I am not done the day yet, but i am close to there, so I figure I can write this.  You might be thinking.. The day Alyson did not talk?? WHA, but let me tell you it is true. And it started like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lovely Monday afternoon (Jan. 9th to be exact) Alyson was sitting in Quinn's office. Now he said to her "Alyson, I dont think you can make 24 hours without talking. And if you do, then I will come to your church and not make fun of it." well Alyson did not like that..(I like refering to myself in third person) and said "I bet your wrong, but I dont want you to come to my church because you have to. I want you to come to my church when you want to. But if I win this silly thing, you will have to take me and your wife Vanessa out to dinner and a movie, of OUR choice!" So Quinn agreed and a date was set. That date was on Tuesday. Now that day did not work because Alyson had to go to work, so a new one was set. TODAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to say, although people tried to get me to talk, by just talking and talking and talking (MUFFIN!) I did not crack. Quinn even tried to tickle me but alas, I did not give in! I went home at 12:30 though. I know I could have stayed longer but I wanted to get out before i made a mistake. At home I had no problem, although at supper we had tacos, and I had my own little bowls of stuff so i did not have to ask for anything. And if I needed anything, I would put my hand up and then motion what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been able to write notes all day, and I feel that if I would not have been able to do that, i would not have made it. But alas I could write notes and that saved me alot of head ache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you though, it has been interesting. i have been able to hear what other people have been saying, and just listening. I think that was cool. And I have been able to relate to how people who can not talk feel. Sometimes they get frusterated, and now I know why. And I also know what it sounds like when the person talking to you is having a one way conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing has been that I could not tell my family I love them. We have had to deal with some emotional stuff over the past two days, and it makes me realize how important family is. And it was so hard not being able to say good bye have a good day, I love you. Or I love you. Or even an it will be okay.  That has been the hardest. Wanting to talk but not being able to at those situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they know how I feel, and I know how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great one! And maybe one day, see if you can last 24 hours without talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113711905742791045?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113711905742791045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113711905742791045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113711905742791045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113711905742791045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-i-did-not-talk.html' title='The day I did not talk'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113642048998105808</id><published>2006-01-04T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years is Over</title><content type='html'>Wow, another year over! And what an exciting year it has been. Miranda and Tom got married, as did Mike and Trish. Jess and Jer got engaged, and Henry has a girlfriend. (Okay I know none of this really involves me, but if you think about it, it does.  But I have:&lt;br /&gt;1)Finished my third year of school, and started my fourth. (getting good grades)&lt;br /&gt;2) become the advocate for people with disabilities in my school&lt;br /&gt;3) I have figured out (sorta) what I am doing this year in September&lt;br /&gt;4)I have grown spiritually,mentally and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;5)I have made new friends, and had fun with old ones&lt;br /&gt;And so many other wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years is also a time for resolutions. I hate resolutions, but only because people make them and then break them. And really how serious are they? Okay for some people they can be serious. But I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New years, I just like to think, "if I were gone tomorrow, would others see me for who I really was, or someone I am not? and Did I live my life the way God wanted me too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see this new year as a gift from God. I mean there are going to be so many things that happen this year, to me to you, and to everyone around. And how are we going to use it? Are we going to waste the year away? Or are we, am I, going to give glory to God in what I do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Him that I have this year, it could last until December, but it could not! And what I want to do this year, it to live it as if it was my last. To love, to hope, to pray, to sing, and most importantly to PRAISE the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father for what you have given me, another year to celebrate you in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113642048998105808?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113642048998105808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113642048998105808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113642048998105808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113642048998105808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-is-over.html' title='New Years is Over'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113591723940567279</id><published>2005-12-29T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Going on</title><content type='html'>Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;Am I loosing myself?&lt;br /&gt;Am I really me?&lt;br /&gt;People dont know what is going on anymore&lt;br /&gt;I do not see those I really love.&lt;br /&gt;Is it something I said?&lt;br /&gt;Or something I did?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we drifting apart?&lt;br /&gt;Its tearing at my heart!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see your smile&lt;br /&gt;to hear you laugh&lt;br /&gt;To hold you when your sad.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want, "I forgots"&lt;br /&gt;Or "I already said"&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am holding on to the past&lt;br /&gt;maybe I have to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont want to do that&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to go there&lt;br /&gt;I just want you here&lt;br /&gt;beside me again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113591723940567279?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113591723940567279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113591723940567279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113591723940567279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113591723940567279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/whats-going-on.html' title='Whats Going on'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113562464539536482</id><published>2005-12-26T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:18.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Christmas Over</title><content type='html'>Well, one Christmas dinner down and one to go! I can not believe that Christmas is over already and next week at this time it will be January 2 2006! Where does the time go? Christmas was wierd this year. I mean church and stuff made it seem like Christmas, although we did not sing Er-re Zig God (dutch song, old Tradition) AGAIN! I feel we are loosing our roots sometimes and where we all came from. But that is a whole new post and right now I dont want to get into it. But after Church in the afternoon, i went to sleep and did not wake up till 7:00pm and then ate some left over ham and cheese and stuff, then went and worked on stuff for my parents  anniversary. I would love to tell you what it is, but I can not because because they do not know yet. Bwah ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was wierd yesterday, but today I am looking forward to seeing all of my cousins and hanging out with them. And then tomorrow I get to hang with my parents. I just wish that this feeling of I dont know sadness, or some other inexplainable feeling would go away so I could enjoy myself more.  But I know that I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway Have a wonderful rest of the week! Enjoy life and smile, remembering that it is because of God that you will be blessed with a new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113562464539536482?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113562464539536482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113562464539536482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113562464539536482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113562464539536482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/another-christmas-over.html' title='Another Christmas Over'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113486103225873351</id><published>2005-12-17T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:17.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be making Banana bread</title><content type='html'>Hello wonderful people that read my blog! An almost merry christmas to you! did you know that I have been bloging for like a year and a half now. How fun is that. And completly irrelivent to anything. Anyway.. School is over for the semester!!! I am so happy I could cry. And you know, as much as I love my friends, I really dont think that I will miss them as much as I did last year during the break. Call me crazy, but I really dont think i will. I think I can say that because I know that I will be seeing Leah sometime... I better, I can't see LWW without her. (lion witch and wardrobe) and if she has seen it already, I will cry! (I really will!) Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I am now only working one job, the one with my boys. I was working another one, but due to some things I am no longer there. (I will tell you if you want to know, but probably on a personal level) Anyway I am happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I went to my boy's christmas concert. (I say my boy cause I work with him Alot!) we will call him K! Anyway K made me so proud, and i am not even his mother. YES!&lt;br /&gt;I work with K all next week, and then when he is on holidays, i get to work with someone I have nto worked with in a long time. But still have my evenings off. Hint hint to those that want to hang!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went to the Messiah with my family! WOW! I was blown away. okay so I have heard good singing before, but really this was fantastic. And the coolest thing was I did nto move. My mom was bugging me because normally i fidget. I do, its true if you knwo me you would agree. Anyway I did not move until intermission, and then again until we had to stand for the Halleluiah chorus. It was so awesome. And I saw some of my friends that was awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should be making banana bread because mom asked me too. Have a great wonderful night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113486103225873351?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113486103225873351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113486103225873351' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113486103225873351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113486103225873351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-should-be-making-banana-bread.html' title='I should be making Banana bread'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113452788352817543</id><published>2005-12-13T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:17.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah baby Yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      You scored 78% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 80% Advanced,  and 73% Expert!&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and&lt;br /&gt;advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of&lt;br /&gt;each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an &lt;b&gt;exceptional&lt;/b&gt; score. Remember, these are &lt;i&gt;commonly confused&lt;/i&gt; English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got an extremely respectable score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="8"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="142"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;5%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Beginner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="71"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="79"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;47%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Intermediate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="11"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="139"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;7%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Advanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="56"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="94"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;37%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Expert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid="14457200288064322170'"&gt;The Commonly Confused Words Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid="577245280159428717'"&gt;shortredhead78&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com'"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113452788352817543?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113452788352817543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113452788352817543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113452788352817543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113452788352817543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeah-baby-yeah.html' title='Yeah baby Yeah'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113375258983224573</id><published>2005-12-04T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:16.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pre Christmas Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/alysonericfighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/alysonericfighting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I never actually posted one of the best days/nights that I have had in a long time. The wonderful day happened on the 26th of November. Well actually it started on the 25th. So Friday I go to my singing class, and then swimming I go. Only it was bring your parents to the pool so Scott and Kels brought mom and dad Gamble, and Charlotte brought Mom Mackin. It was glorious fun. After some serious basket ball, Scott and i went into the steam room, where we were given the treat of listening to like 5 diggaridoes in the steam room. They say the sound comes better with the steam. Anyway it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sat. Comes around and well we have 14 people over for dinner. Now this was a wonderful dinner because the students of concordia made it, with mom and dad Gamble. First we all split off in teams, ( i was team desert with Lauren and Chris) and then we went shopping. Well after that it was making our food. Giggle Chris and Lauren can sure fork chocolate cake. (we made an all chocolate triffle! YUMMY) So then we went and made fancy decorations down stairs. But first I had to fight off Eric cause he was trying to steal our triffle.(see above picture!) Its true he was, and before the picture I was winning, and I would like to say, I did end up winning anyway! It was grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to go see Filumena the Opera!! OH SO GOOD! I was just captivated and sat on the edge of my seat during the first act. I had tears running down my face and i was just amazed. It was brillant, and I can not wait till the next opera comes in Febuary. Yeah!! So that was my wonderful days of days. And I will have to write about my week, because monday is Micheal W Smith, Tuesday is Caroling and hot chocolate at the presidents, and Wednesday is roller skating! YEAH!!! and then friday exams start. AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113375258983224573?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113375258983224573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113375258983224573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113375258983224573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113375258983224573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/pre-christmas-dinner.html' title='The pre Christmas Dinner'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113364277899496157</id><published>2005-12-03T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:16.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/lots%20of%20smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/lots%20of%20smiles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113364277899496157?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113364277899496157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113364277899496157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113364277899496157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113364277899496157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113363934918713754</id><published>2005-12-03T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life as we know it</title><content type='html'>So I have not written in a long time. Well thats fun! So I thought I would write so that you all know what is going on with my life at this wonderful moment. Yesterday was Developmental Disabilities awarement day. (basicly making people aware of different disabilities.) I celebrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been going on in my life. Well I have been really busy because I have exams soon and papers to finish. (in fact i am supposed to be writing one right now, but I am taking a break.) I am doing really well in all of my classes and hopefully my exams dont make it seem as if i am doing bad. :) They will not. Speaking of exams... I have my drama final on monday. Now normally I would be all excited about this, but this time I am not really. I am just praying that it will work. I know that there has been some hard work put into it and for that I am forever thankful, but this has been the hardest group project I have ever done. Now dont get me wrong I love most of my fellow actors, and feel as if they are doing a wonderful job. ( you know who you are) There are just some that are not doing what they should be doing, and it is ruining the group dynamic. But you know sometimes that happens so we will just have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent the evening with my best friend. I loved it, we went out for dinner to Red Robbins (YUMMY) and then went to go see a movie. AeonFLUX. It was so good. I enjoyed most of it, but there is one gross part with lots of blood and I dont like that, but Shley saved me, and told me when I could look again. It was kinda gross, she said my face just went white. Giggle I love me and blood. So then after that we went to Death by Chocolate. Oh boy did I almost die! It took us like 15 minutes to deside what we were going to eat. And when we finally did, WOW! I think I have to take Laura there one day... Or anyone else who wanted to come. Shley and I said that if ever, the Lord willing, we get married, we will have our bridal party there. (or take our bridesmaid there) And we both decided that it would be the best place to take someone on a date. I mean what girl can resist having a boy buy chocolate for them. And the setting is quiet and wonderful for the first time dates. (And dont worry Matt, there are no salt and pepper shakers to knock over) Oh it was SOOOOO good. And the company wasn't bad either.in fact the company was wonderful and probably the best that I have had in a long time. No offence other wonderful friends, but she is my bestest friend in the world and I missed her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that that was over I went over to another friends house for their engagment party. While there I saw some people I have not seen for a long time. That was nice. So anyway here is a funny story and i now have the wonderful bruises to prove it. So there were streamers up, they were pretty high, I think around 6'6" because they went up to Robs nose, and he had 3 more inches to go. Anyway they were trying to kick them. Jeff could cause he is 6'4" but Katherine and I tried. Well Katherine missed, but then it was my turn. So I get ready and I Kick really high. Remember I am only 5'7" so that is a long way up. I did not think I could make it. Anyway so I do. (thank you thank you) But I think the only reason I hit it was because i was in the air. I forgot to mention, the streamers were in the kitchen, the kitchen floor is slippery, and I was wearing socks. So after doing my wonderful beautiful kick, I fly up into the air, and wait for it, no i do not fall on my butt, that would have been better. I fall on my side. Yes my side. Because I was doing a side kick. Oh it was so funny, but now, well now I have a bruise that is huge. I would love to show it off, but I will not cause it is in a place where I will not be showing anyone. (Upper thigh) Anyway It was funny, we all laughed, and they told me to stop drinking. Funny thing was, I hadn't had anything to drink since 9:00 and that was water. ( i think it was tiredness or something) But I told them i was thankful I was not getting married cause then they would all remember it for my wedding and tell the story. AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now today i am sitting at home doing papers, I might attempt to clean my room, and help my mom unpack grocieries when she comes home. And then do stuff with the church tonight. Then on monday i am going to Micheal W Smith!!!!!!!! YES! I am so excited. Well have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113363934918713754?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113363934918713754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113363934918713754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113363934918713754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113363934918713754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-life-as-we-know-it.html' title='my life as we know it'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113267868307912466</id><published>2005-11-22T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:16.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/1600/Kaylin%20and%20Alyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1278/471/320/Kaylin%20and%20Alyson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I am supposed to be writing a paper that is due tomorrow. I really do not like my drama presentation, and I know that there are others that feel this way. Maybe we can fix it. And I have my mind on other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be proud of me friends, especially the ones that saw me yesterday, I went to bed at 9:00pm and did not wake up till 9:00 the next morning. I needed it though. And I did end up going to visit a friend who is in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they still do not know what is wrong with her. AAARRRRGGGG!! I wish I could be like, you have ............ (thats a blank) and be done with it. Yesterday Michelle told her she had hoof in mouth. Cause that is SO likely! (giggle it was to make her laugh and it did.) We did alot of God talk, it kinda made some people uncomfortable, but whatever they have to deal. Please pray for her, her family and the doctors into finding out what is going on. Just send up a request for Alysons friend, He will know who you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I can not believe school is going so well, fast. I almost want to have another week to get everything done. I hate this! But what can you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh winter formal was so much fun, and I love how everyone looked. well yeah its true. depends on where the picture is. That is me in Winter formal with my friend Kaylyn! we look fine. Anyway I should go and write my paper, get tickets for the opera, and try to like my drama final...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113267868307912466?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113267868307912466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113267868307912466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113267868307912466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113267868307912466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-of-now.html' title='As of Now'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113182410068538641</id><published>2005-11-12T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:16.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it</title><content type='html'>Well, I put my foot out there, and i applied for CMU today. Wow, so next year I might be in Winnipeg. AHHH! pray for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113182410068538641?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113182410068538641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113182410068538641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113182410068538641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113182410068538641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-did-it.html' title='I did it'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113165073249111804</id><published>2005-11-10T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:16.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inner Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/happy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad.&lt;br /&gt;You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113165073249111804?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113165073249111804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113165073249111804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113165073249111804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113165073249111804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-inner-child.html' title='My Inner Child'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113159024829520791</id><published>2005-11-09T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:16.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause everyone is doing it!</title><content type='html'>I took this from Alisons blog. Have fun I can not wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a HIGH-HEELED SHOE(?????) either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your LJ/blog/MSN space/myspace/etc and be suprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113159024829520791?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113159024829520791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113159024829520791' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113159024829520791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113159024829520791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/cause-everyone-is-doing-it.html' title='Cause everyone is doing it!'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113158998066499217</id><published>2005-11-09T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:16.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole it from Isaiah</title><content type='html'>I stole this from Isaiah and was bored so I did it.  Hope you learn something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Alyson&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Birthday:&lt;/b&gt; April 9 1984&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/b&gt; Edmonton Alberta&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Current Location:&lt;/b&gt; St. Albert Alberta&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/b&gt; Green/brown&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/b&gt; right now Chestnut&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt; 5'7"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/b&gt; Right and left. It depends on what i am doing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/b&gt; DUTCH!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/b&gt; Shoes, I have not worn any today, I have worn slippers though&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/b&gt; Not being able to say NO&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/b&gt; Not going where I want to go, I have this strange fear of blood. And being alone my whole life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/b&gt; a yummy one that is not cold. Probably with chicken on it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/b&gt; get A's in my classes, get accepted to the colleges I want for my Music Therapy. Work hard and be loved.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/b&gt; giggle&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/b&gt; "5:45, I wonder if Henry is waking up this morning?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/b&gt; My smile&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/b&gt; 11:00 pm unless otherwise planned&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/b&gt; Talking to my Omas and Opas. (either side! I have good memories from both!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/b&gt; Coke&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/b&gt; Macdonalds&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/b&gt;Depends on were you are in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/b&gt; Lipton&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/b&gt; Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/b&gt; I like toffe coffee&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/b&gt; Do I want to die?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/b&gt; sometimes things like Son of a Moose come out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/b&gt; Yes indeed, it is like second nature to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/b&gt; I have been in very strong like&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/b&gt; well been there, now I am in University college, and back to college after this, so I would say Yes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/b&gt; Do Sparrows fly?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/b&gt; Some times&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/b&gt; On airplanes sometimes, and a boat once&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/b&gt; maybe my face&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/b&gt;not really, although I do like fruit and veggies&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/b&gt;  Yep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/b&gt; honestly...no Unless someone is with me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/b&gt; I play two and I sing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/b&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/b&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/b&gt;Buckleys and Asprin&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/b&gt; a friend date&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/b&gt; yep Sat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/b&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/b&gt;I dont like raw fish&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/b&gt; YES!!! Go Diviners&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/b&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/b&gt; Not to my knowledge :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/b&gt; Probably.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/b&gt; Well if you call Dave tackling me cause I had his hat on beating up,then ges&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/b&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/b&gt; of old age.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up:&lt;/b&gt; A ninja, and a clown, and a music therapist, and a mom, and a clown and a wife, and a clown.. wait did I mention I wanted to be a clown.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:&lt;/b&gt; hmm well I would love to go to Africa, and maybe somewere like China (cause i have always wanted to be there to!) Then back to Europe, and maybe somewere fun like Australia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/b&gt; blue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/b&gt; doesnt matter I like any colour although, I have always been partial to brown&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/b&gt; short, well no longer then just past the ears&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Height:&lt;/b&gt; taller then me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Weight:&lt;/b&gt; ...?? How should I know?  Who cares?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/b&gt; fun and not to expensive looking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/b&gt; I am confused. Maybe I should stop taking all these drugs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/b&gt; I own like 50&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/b&gt; four two in each ear&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/b&gt; none right now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/b&gt; Too many to count, but Jesus forgets those things, so I shouldn't try and hold them against myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this is Isaiahs answer but I agree, therefore I am also using it. Thanks Isaiah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7557121-113158998066499217?l=alysonsunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113158998066499217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7557121&amp;postID=113158998066499217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113158998066499217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7557121/posts/default/113158998066499217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alysonsunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/stole-it-from-isaiah.html' title='Stole it from Isaiah'/><author><name>Alyson Sunny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UppDyebNpr0/TI2lkeYtN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/TqoSYkdLxek/S220/hair+005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7557121.post-113157822457887719</id><published>2005-11-09T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:21:16.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its poem time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;They have a friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;A bond no one can break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She thinks of him as her best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;And she is happy that he has found someone to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She is so very happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;But deep inside her, she has fallen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Not because of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;But because of uncertainness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She does not want to hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;It happened once before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;A long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;When things were going so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;So fun and so free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;And then the two became three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;And it faded, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;It ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Never to be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;So here she is a second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Praying it does not happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Knowing it probably will not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;But still she is so very scared!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She doesn’t know how to act, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Whether she should step back and watch it happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Of if she should carry on the same way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She knows what way is the best way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;What way is the right way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;But she is scared of hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Scared of loosing this friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;So she feels the need to step back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;And not say anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;but that is the wrong way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She thanks the Lord that he is happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;That he is able to love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Maybe it is just her being selfish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Not wanting to share, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Not wanting to be hung out to dry again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She feels he will not change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;But the question &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Will he? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Still stays in her head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;If she has to let go she will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;If she has to say goodbye she will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;but then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Who will hold her hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Who will hold her close?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Who will she go to when she has to talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;When she has to pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She does not want to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She does not want to say goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She wants to say hello, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I need your hand and arms right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I need you thoughtful words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;And I need the prayers to God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;She prays to God, for this friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;And she leaves it in HIS care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;That day by day it strengthens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;And she never has to fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; 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