<?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-36761111</id><updated>2011-12-14T20:49:11.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a quoteaholic.</title><subtitle type='html'>from the greats to granny...here lie some of the greatest quotes of all time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1786902189052761053</id><published>2008-05-07T16:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:15:18.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'” - Jack Kerouac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1786902189052761053?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1786902189052761053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1786902189052761053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1786902189052761053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1786902189052761053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-people-for-me-are-mad-ones-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4561787746062793901</id><published>2008-05-07T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:14:05.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first."  --anon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4561787746062793901?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4561787746062793901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4561787746062793901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4561787746062793901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4561787746062793901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2008/05/most-important-kind-of-freedom-is-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-2549482157280066202</id><published>2008-04-26T21:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:39:05.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" [Being a planner] is good too, I guess...I just don't want y'all to miss out on something that might come up last minute that may be just what God has planned for you to enjoy."  --cindy chapman!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-2549482157280066202?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/2549482157280066202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=2549482157280066202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2549482157280066202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2549482157280066202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-planner-is-good-too-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8938657193729475955</id><published>2008-04-25T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:51:00.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When your spiritual life feels like you're trying to pick up sand, the only thing to do is fall back on what you know about God and pray those things. When Jeremiah said he couldn't even remember what it was like to be happy and that he lost his endurance to the point he lost hope, the very next recorded words were "Remember." He falls back on what he knows to be true about God, namely His lovingkindness and compassion. They renew his hope, even if the situation never changes."   --Brent McKinney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8938657193729475955?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8938657193729475955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8938657193729475955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8938657193729475955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8938657193729475955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-your-spiritual-life-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4278715077751974544</id><published>2008-02-10T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:32:08.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same."  --Emily Bronte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4278715077751974544?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4278715077751974544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4278715077751974544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4278715077751974544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4278715077751974544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2008/02/whatever-souls-are-made-of-yours-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8927354821736363967</id><published>2007-12-31T13:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:30:53.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's easy to grow older.  It's very difficult to grow up."  --Nathan Lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8927354821736363967?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8927354821736363967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8927354821736363967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8927354821736363967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8927354821736363967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-easy-to-grow-older.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-5958912422846356641</id><published>2007-11-10T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:11:17.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Look for a dare-to-be-great situation. God does that kind of stuff, too, and he's WAY bigger than resumes or credentials. He just answers, usually, at the last minute." --Brent McKinney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-5958912422846356641?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/5958912422846356641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=5958912422846356641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5958912422846356641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5958912422846356641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/11/look-for-dare-to-be-great-situation.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4132195910600657315</id><published>2007-11-01T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:52:14.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I haven't been to heaven...I don't know their tempos."  --Dr. Allen Hightower III&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4132195910600657315?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4132195910600657315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4132195910600657315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4132195910600657315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4132195910600657315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-havent-been-to-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8658467090912313017</id><published>2007-11-01T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:29:37.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I&lt;br /&gt;Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then?&lt;br /&gt;But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?&lt;br /&gt;Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?&lt;br /&gt;T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.&lt;br /&gt;If ever any beauty I did see,&lt;br /&gt;Which I desir'd, and got, 'twas but a dreame of thee.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And now good morrow to our waking soules,&lt;br /&gt;Which watch not one another out of feare;&lt;br /&gt;For love, all love of other sights controules,&lt;br /&gt;And makes one little roome, an every where.&lt;br /&gt;Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,&lt;br /&gt;Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,&lt;br /&gt;Let us possesse one world; each hath one, and is one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,&lt;br /&gt;And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,&lt;br /&gt;Where can we finde two better hemispheares&lt;br /&gt;Without sharpe North, without declining West?&lt;br /&gt;What ever dyes, was not mixed equally;&lt;br /&gt;If our two loves be one, or, thou and I&lt;br /&gt;Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--John Donne, The Good-Morrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8658467090912313017?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8658467090912313017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8658467090912313017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8658467090912313017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8658467090912313017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wonder-by-my-troth-what-thou-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-2522039257294975283</id><published>2007-10-26T13:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:37:44.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"As a believer and a musician, I think a lot about how the arts interface with culture. And, if we adopt this segregation of thoughts--'This is sacred, and that is secular'--it will force us to live dishonestly." --Jon Foreman of Switchfoot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-2522039257294975283?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/2522039257294975283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=2522039257294975283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2522039257294975283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2522039257294975283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/10/as-believer-and-musician-i-think-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-7561115163336119833</id><published>2007-09-19T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T13:31:58.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i'm not asking you for anything. when i say i love you, it's not because i want you, or because i can't have you. it has nothing to do with me. i love what you are, what you do, how you try.  i've seen your kindness and your strength. i've seen the best and the worst of you. i understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are, and you are one hell of a woman. and you're the one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-7561115163336119833?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/7561115163336119833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=7561115163336119833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7561115163336119833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7561115163336119833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-not-asking-you-for-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1362584444483561602</id><published>2007-09-16T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:43:15.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"at some point, you have to make a decision. boundaries don't keep other people out. they fence you in. life is messy...that's how we're made. so, you can waste your life drawing lines. or you can live your life, crossing them. but there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross. here's what i know: if you're willing to take the chance, the view from the other side is spectacular." --Grey's Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1362584444483561602?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1362584444483561602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1362584444483561602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1362584444483561602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1362584444483561602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/09/at-some-point-you-have-to-make-decision.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1863694231798743959</id><published>2007-09-07T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T13:41:12.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"She's not perfect, but you're not either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if she can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice and admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to her and give her the most you can. She isn't going to quote poetry, she's not thinking about you every moment, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you could break. Don't hurt her, don't change her, don't expect more than she can give. Don't analyze. Smile when she makes you happy, yell when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there."  --i don't know who said this but i stole it from Lauren Posey's facebook quotes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1863694231798743959?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1863694231798743959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1863694231798743959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1863694231798743959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1863694231798743959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/09/shes-not-perfect-but-youre-not-either.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-7043166100725334120</id><published>2007-08-01T19:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:27:09.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are."&lt;br /&gt;-J. D. Salinger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-7043166100725334120?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/7043166100725334120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=7043166100725334120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7043166100725334120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7043166100725334120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-was-about-half-in-love-with-her-by.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-2239123703654727096</id><published>2007-07-27T11:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:57:28.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'a guy or girl deserves exactly who they pick to deserve. if he likes you...he deserves you. not better, not worse. because in his mind you are the best girl at the moment. that moment can last forever.' -John Nurge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-2239123703654727096?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/2239123703654727096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=2239123703654727096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2239123703654727096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2239123703654727096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/07/guy-or-girl-deserves-exactly-who-they.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1075114472967752511</id><published>2007-06-24T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:36:12.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I would rather write her a song, because songs don't wait to resolve, and because songs mean so much to her. Stories wait for endings, but songs are brave things bold enough to sing when all they know is darkness." --Jamie Tworkowski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1075114472967752511?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1075114472967752511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1075114472967752511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1075114472967752511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1075114472967752511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-would-rather-write-her-song-because.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8411362317717620773</id><published>2007-06-23T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:14:34.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love shouldn't be something to be avoided, but to be pursued. But how can you be ready for that? It's just something that happens a feeling you get from someone... a thunder in your chest." --d.s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8411362317717620773?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8411362317717620773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8411362317717620773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8411362317717620773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8411362317717620773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-shouldnt-be-something-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-3812707897761337090</id><published>2007-06-18T21:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:11:37.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home. " --Jamie Tworkowski&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-3812707897761337090?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/3812707897761337090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=3812707897761337090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3812707897761337090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3812707897761337090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-were-made-to-be-lovers-bold-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1227471017001079756</id><published>2007-05-11T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:18:18.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's long term, man. A farmer might get rain one day and that's good. But too much rain could be bad. Not enough can be bad, too. They just stay faithful to the task. They have to be in it for the long haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are good days when the rain comes, and there are bad days when the tractor breaks.&lt;br /&gt;There are good weeks when the back 40 gets plowed and bad ones when you're trying to kill the Boll Weevils (Alabama even has a monument to the boll weevil, so I know from whence I speak!).&lt;br /&gt;There are good months when the corn is knee-high by the 4th of July, and bad ones when the early draught never gave enough hope.&lt;br /&gt;There are good years when the harvest is plentiful, and there are bad ones where you went under."  --Brent McKinney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, the fifth thing I learned was stolen from Ma Deb's parenting class: The days are long, but the years are short. And keeping that perspective while the teens are going through their various ups and downs will give you the strength to be in it for the long haul. "  --Brent McKinney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1227471017001079756?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1227471017001079756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1227471017001079756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1227471017001079756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1227471017001079756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-long-term-man.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-2403597879541551524</id><published>2007-05-09T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:16:17.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You were the one kid. It's easy to look out at the masses of teenagers and be happy that lots of kids are coming to the meetings and have your ego stroked. But every one of those in the mass of teens is one kid with their own unique situations and struggles and hopes and dreams and trials and talents and interests. Never lose sight of how important the one kid is. Then you won't have to worry about the masses. You have to see extraordinary possibilities in very ordinary teenagers because God does that very thing with us." --Duffy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-2403597879541551524?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/2403597879541551524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=2403597879541551524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2403597879541551524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2403597879541551524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-were-one-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1605335842656366132</id><published>2007-04-15T14:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:46:17.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"OH Beloved ones... where is our faith? Have we left it in the shower somewhere? I know that this is such a hole for me. Father, help my unbelief!!!! - HE is able. Why must He prove Himself over and over?????? He IS the God of the Universe."&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle Eubanks--mutating missionary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1605335842656366132?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1605335842656366132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1605335842656366132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1605335842656366132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1605335842656366132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-beloved-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1503424883915129992</id><published>2007-03-19T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:23:04.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's funny how grand aspirations fall away quickly when you know what God made you to do." --Mike Messerli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1503424883915129992?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1503424883915129992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1503424883915129992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1503424883915129992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1503424883915129992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-funny-how-grand-aspirations-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-817232105078856689</id><published>2007-03-17T16:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T16:22:40.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"He loves it when we, gripped with doubt and fear that he will not be enough, turn the gaze of our souls to him in hope. He loves to prove himself faithful and more than enough to satisfy our hungry souls. When we do turn to him, our souls rest and we are saved. Again. And again."  --?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-817232105078856689?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/817232105078856689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=817232105078856689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/817232105078856689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/817232105078856689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-loves-it-when-we-gripped-with-doubt.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-7274556421492461914</id><published>2007-03-14T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:06:01.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lloyd: I said, "Do you love me?" and she said, "No, but that's a really nice ski mask." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry: But he blamed me. You heard him. Those were his last words. &lt;br /&gt;Lloyd: Not if you count the gurgling sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry: According to the map we've only gone 4 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd: Hey, look, the Monkees. They were a huge influence on the Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd: Hey guys. Oh, big gulps huh? All right! Well, see ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry: One time, we successfully mated a bulldog with a Shih-Tzu. &lt;br /&gt;Mary: Really? That's strange. &lt;br /&gt;Harry: Yeah, we called it a bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Dumb and Dumber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-7274556421492461914?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/7274556421492461914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=7274556421492461914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7274556421492461914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7274556421492461914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/lloyd-i-said-do-you-love-me-and-she.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4237193627870125624</id><published>2007-03-13T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:37:49.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"there is a war on! how is it you are heading west?" "well, we sort of face north and then, real subtlelike, turn left."  &lt;br /&gt;--Last of the Mohicans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4237193627870125624?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4237193627870125624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4237193627870125624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4237193627870125624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4237193627870125624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-is-war-on-how-is-it-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-5959660762167153106</id><published>2007-03-13T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:07:21.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"there are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them." --J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-5959660762167153106?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/5959660762167153106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=5959660762167153106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5959660762167153106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5959660762167153106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-are-some-things-you-cant-share.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-5557537221589487308</id><published>2007-03-12T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T13:55:14.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" We let our children define us, rather than understanding who we are and what we're about and letting them figure out who they are and what they're about. The parenting task should be giving them a road map and shining a light down the path, not hacking away the weeds and vines and doing the dirty work for them."  --Brent McKinney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-5557537221589487308?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/5557537221589487308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=5557537221589487308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5557537221589487308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5557537221589487308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-let-our-children-define-us-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1439346212698902099</id><published>2007-03-10T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:19:29.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"James Bond never had to put up with this sort of shit." --Notting Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1439346212698902099?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1439346212698902099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1439346212698902099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1439346212698902099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1439346212698902099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/james-bond-never-had-to-put-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-7585378985947980391</id><published>2007-03-08T02:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:33:16.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Goodnight, my someone. Goodnight, my love.  Sleep tight, my someone. Sleep tight, my love.  Our star is shining its brightest light. For goodnight, my love, for goodnight. Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be.  Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.  I wish they may and I wish they might.  Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight.  "True love can be whispered from heart to heart, when lovers are parted," they say. But I must depend on a wish and a star as long as my heart doesn't know who you are. Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be. Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.  I wish they may and I wish they might. So goodnight,  my someone, goodnight!" --The Music Man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-7585378985947980391?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/7585378985947980391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=7585378985947980391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7585378985947980391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7585378985947980391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/goodnight-my-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1709001106002839604</id><published>2007-03-07T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:07:19.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Oh wow, that was a moderately clever retort." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When you're at your absolute lowest, your most depressed, just remember that you can always...you know...you have my number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've lost my keys.  Where are they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll find each other...we always find each other..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is this, the flirting corner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney: You know any jokes? Because I could use one. &lt;br /&gt;Vaughn: This grasshopper walks into a bar and the bartender says, "Hey, we have a drink named after you." And the grasshopper says... &lt;br /&gt;Sydney: You have a drink named Doug? &lt;br /&gt;Vaughn: Well, I was gonna use Phil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--ALIAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1709001106002839604?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1709001106002839604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1709001106002839604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1709001106002839604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1709001106002839604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-wow-that-was-moderately-clever.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1821090610438974189</id><published>2007-03-06T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:56:27.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"There is nothing to be feared from a body, Harry, any more than there is anything to be feared from the darkness." &lt;br /&gt;"Voldemort himself created his own worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress?"&lt;br /&gt;"We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on." &lt;br /&gt;"There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends."&lt;br /&gt;"It is important to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then can evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated." &lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's just that you seem to be labouring under the delusion that I am going to - what is the phrase? - come quietly. I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius." &lt;br /&gt;"In fact, being - forgive me - rather cleverer than most men, my mistakes tend to be correspondingly huger." &lt;br /&gt;"It’s the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more."&lt;br /&gt;"And now Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure."&lt;br /&gt;"You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be."&lt;br /&gt;"we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided. Lord Voldemort's gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We can fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open." &lt;br /&gt;"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic far beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!" &lt;br /&gt;" Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young...and I seem to have forgotten lately." &lt;br /&gt;"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."&lt;br /&gt;"And now I have a few words to say.  And they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"&lt;br /&gt;"Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."&lt;br /&gt;"Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them."&lt;br /&gt;"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."&lt;br /&gt;"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."&lt;br /&gt;--J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter...spoken by Albus Dumbledore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1821090610438974189?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1821090610438974189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1821090610438974189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1821090610438974189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1821090610438974189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-is-nothing-to-be-feared-from-body.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4031176806340384067</id><published>2007-03-01T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:50:27.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A media-saturated culture conditions us to expect a quick-fix to every problem. Relationship problems, however, rarely lend themselves to quick and easy solutions. I have not seen, for instance, that shelves of books on 'how to save your marriage' have had any discernable effect on divorce rates. If relating to another person proves so resistant to formulaic advice, how much more does relating to God? The secret to keeping company with God will likely not be found in a new set of tapes, another book, a different preacher, a weekend seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading scores of books and interviewing scores of people about prayer, I would expect a more noticable improvement on my own prayer life. If I invested the same energy in say, golf or learning a foreign language, I would likely see results. Still, I find that prayer involves an effort of will. Sometimes it proves rewarding, sometimes not, at least that I can detect at the time. Prayer requires faith to believe that God listens, though I have no hard evidence, and that prayers matter. Neither belief comes easy to me."   --Phillip Yancey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4031176806340384067?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4031176806340384067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4031176806340384067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4031176806340384067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4031176806340384067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/03/media-saturated-culture-conditions-us.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1130802707843464594</id><published>2007-02-28T20:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:16:44.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes you have to serve in order to lead.  I hope you'll understand that one day."  --Odysseus, TROY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1130802707843464594?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1130802707843464594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1130802707843464594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1130802707843464594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1130802707843464594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-you-have-to-serve-in-order-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4019294103660095581</id><published>2007-02-28T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:31:04.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"War is young men dying and old men talking.  You know this. Ignore the politics."  --Odysseus, TROY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4019294103660095581?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4019294103660095581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4019294103660095581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4019294103660095581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4019294103660095581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/war-is-young-men-dying-and-old-men.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1360648246002075520</id><published>2007-02-28T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:13:00.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Oh, how i want to be an offense...an unsettling presence in this life."  --Stavesacre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1360648246002075520?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1360648246002075520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1360648246002075520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1360648246002075520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1360648246002075520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-how-i-want-to-be-offense.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8944004427363770515</id><published>2007-02-26T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T12:46:23.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Trace the shape of my heart till it becomes more familiar to Your eyes." --Jars of Clay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8944004427363770515?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8944004427363770515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8944004427363770515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8944004427363770515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8944004427363770515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/trace-shape-of-my-heart-till-it-becomes.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-3534599623797172870</id><published>2007-02-26T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:45:10.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"we're sort of like 7-11.  we're not always doin business, but we're always open."&lt;br /&gt;"we must all fear evil men.  but there is another evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men." --Boondock Saints&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-3534599623797172870?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/3534599623797172870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=3534599623797172870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3534599623797172870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3534599623797172870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/were-sort-of-like-7-11.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1927432205431004239</id><published>2007-02-23T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:18:38.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"what direction, what direction? life begins at the intersection."&lt;br /&gt;"every lament is a love song.  i still can't believe you're gone."--Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm an artist. Torture is a pre-requisite." -Dawson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're all about going for the big booty adventures." -Mike Bedient &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being a Christian is about engaging the mind and heart more and more, not shutting them off or letting someone else think for you." Rob Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(The Christian Life) is like driving at night. You can only see as far as the headlights reach, but you can make the whole trip that way." -orig. photo lecture. altered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls. 1 peter 1:8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for in this world you will have trouble. but take heart! i have overcome the world!&lt;br /&gt;-john 16:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered." -Nelson Mandela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Gideon told them, "I will not rule over you, nor will my son rule over you. The LORD will rule over you." Judges 8:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A diminished view of God is the price you pay for your comfort" -Eugene Peterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be awake,&lt;br /&gt;For nothing looks to me as it did before.&lt;br /&gt;Or else i am awake for the very first time,&lt;br /&gt;And all else has been a mean sleep. -WW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. 1 Cor. 15:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i'm about to do something, i ask myself, "would an idiot do that thing?" if i think they would, i do not do that thing. -dwight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1927432205431004239?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1927432205431004239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1927432205431004239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1927432205431004239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1927432205431004239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-direction-what-direction-life.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-764962375714333016</id><published>2007-02-20T22:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:08:34.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I thought football season was over."  "Office football has no season."  --brothers and sisters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-764962375714333016?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/764962375714333016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=764962375714333016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/764962375714333016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/764962375714333016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-thought-football-season-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-5854759586797373495</id><published>2007-02-20T17:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:28:23.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I am sure that earthly values are different to heavenly ones. I believe that the joy among the angels of God is as great when a subnormal person is saved as when a V.I.P. gives his heart and life to the Lord. Possibly greater. One cannot tell." --Corrie ten Boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kareltje was a little boy twelve years old. He had blue eyes and curly hair. He was one of a large, poor family, and his father was cruel to him because Kareltje was feeble-minded. He listened as I told the story of the disciples giving food to five thousand people. As the five loaves and two fishes passed from Jesus' hand to theirs, the bread and fish became sufficient to feed the multitude.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Kareltje jumped up, and swinging his arms around him, cried, "There is enough! There is plenty, plenty for everyone! Just take, take as much as you like. There is enough. There is plenty!"&lt;br /&gt;I wished every child of God rejoiced as Kareltje did about the plenty that we have, when taking all from Jesus' hands and passing on to others." --Corrie ten Boom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-5854759586797373495?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/5854759586797373495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=5854759586797373495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5854759586797373495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5854759586797373495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-sure-that-earthly-values-are.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-7717820852744909947</id><published>2007-02-16T23:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:05:41.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"But being misunderstood can have much more interesting results if it's worked and massaged and kneaded and tossed around and pounded again. I like the malleability of chaos sometimes. And it's even better if you allow for the reality that "spirituality" and "polite" aren't necessarily one and the same."  --Brent McKinney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-7717820852744909947?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/7717820852744909947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=7717820852744909947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7717820852744909947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7717820852744909947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/but-being-misunderstood-can-have-much.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-3193170153205777979</id><published>2007-02-15T02:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:29:42.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Only a real risk tests the reality of a belief."&lt;br /&gt;"But unless she is proceeding at sixty seconds a minute along this same timeline that all we living people travel by, what does 'now' mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"[Those somethings] appear as two circles (circles are slices of spheres). Two circles that touched.  But those two circles, above all the point at which they touched, are te very thing that I am mourning for, homesick for, famished for.  You tell me, 'She goes on.'  But my heart and body are crying out, come back, come back."&lt;br /&gt;"The exact same thing is never taken away and given back."&lt;br /&gt;--C.S. Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-3193170153205777979?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/3193170153205777979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=3193170153205777979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3193170153205777979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3193170153205777979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/only-real-risk-tests-reality-of-belief.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8720474928733511112</id><published>2007-02-15T02:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:25:33.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I want to build my spirituality and all He says is IT grows, becomes.  You don't make it grow, and you don't make it become."&lt;br /&gt;"What if we could be those kind of Kingdom people?"&lt;br /&gt;"What would it be like to be the kind of Christ-followers that gave our lives away for that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's not just clean it up, but let's make it beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to not get to heaven and ask the question, 'Are we there yet?' I want you to have lived the life in this community where you've tasted it and touched it and felt it, and were part of it all the time."&lt;br /&gt;"We are people who practice the presence of the Kingdom all around us."&lt;br /&gt;"My prayer is this: that each step of the way, what people notice about Jesus is not about [us], but it's about that He is alive and He is resurrected, and He COMES-with grace and mercy and love and beauty."&lt;br /&gt;--Rick McKinley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8720474928733511112?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8720474928733511112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8720474928733511112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8720474928733511112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8720474928733511112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-to-build-my-spirituality-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-571618601807098983</id><published>2007-02-15T02:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:21:01.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"One man and Christ is a majority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So there remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God." --Hebrews 4:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the planting process is a messy process.  Most of us like a spirituality that we can show God how clean and sterile and pure and safe...but when you grow stuff, you grow it in dirt and death and decomposition."&lt;br /&gt;"But what most Christian spirituality look slike is that we take the seeds of the Kingdom and scatter them around the dentist's office.  In this sterile environment with bad music and it just doesn't smell very good, but we're just kind of like, 'yes! grow!' But there's nothing there to grow in!  Cause we're all pretending that there's no chicken manure in our lives, and there's no real dirty place in our lives, it's just this nice place, this sterile place.  And the thing about sterile environments is nothing grows.  Nothing bad grows, but nothing good grows either.  And Jesus is saying when something gets planted it gets planted in the nasty places of your life."&lt;br /&gt;--Rick McKinley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-571618601807098983?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/571618601807098983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=571618601807098983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/571618601807098983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/571618601807098983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-man-and-christ-is-majority.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1666682458199464398</id><published>2007-02-15T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:11:21.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Therefore, behold, I will allure her, bring her into the wilderness and speak kindly to her.  Then I will give her her vineyards from there, and the valley of Achor as a door of hope.  And she will sing there as in the days of her youth, as in the day when she came up from the land of Egypt.  It will come about in that day,' declares the Lord, 'that you will call me Ishi and no longer call me Baali."  --Hosea 2:14-16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1666682458199464398?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1666682458199464398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1666682458199464398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1666682458199464398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1666682458199464398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/therefore-behold-i-will-allure-her.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8162640780425935278</id><published>2007-02-15T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T02:07:01.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You are altogether beautiful, my darling, and there is no blemish in you." --Song of Solomon 4:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death.  Its ardor is as inflexible as Sheol; its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord.  Many waters cannot quench love, nor will the rivers overflow it; if a man were to give all the riches of his house for love, it would be utterly despised." --SS 8:6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When in our whole lives did we honestly face, in solitude, the one question on which all turned: whether after all the supernatural might not in fact occur?  When did we put up one moment's real resistance to the loss of our faith?"  --C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We were afraid of crude salvationism, afraid of a breach with the spirit of the age, afraid of ridicule, afraid (above all) of real spiritual fears and hopes."  --C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you come with me to the mountains?  It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened.  Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows.  But will you come?" -C.S. Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8162640780425935278?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8162640780425935278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8162640780425935278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8162640780425935278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8162640780425935278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-altogether-beautiful-my-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-2229380539016972568</id><published>2007-02-10T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T13:17:17.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I never told her she was perfect.  And she was perfect every day." --Liam Neeson, "Love Actually"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-2229380539016972568?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/2229380539016972568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=2229380539016972568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2229380539016972568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2229380539016972568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-never-told-her-she-was-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-208196781988515004</id><published>2007-02-09T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:38:14.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"joy is love exultant, peace is love in repose, and long suffering is love enduring. It is all love, you see, a gentleness is love in society, and goodness is love in action, and faith is love on the battle-field, and meekness is love at school, and temperance is love in training."&lt;br /&gt;"Now let us hold the truth, but let us hold it in love."&lt;br /&gt;--D.L. Moody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-208196781988515004?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/208196781988515004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=208196781988515004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/208196781988515004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/208196781988515004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/joy-is-love-exultant-peace-is-love-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8494584427521576525</id><published>2007-02-07T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:38:16.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The weakness of so many modern Christians is that they feel too much at home in the world. In their effort to achieve restful "adjustment" to unregenerate society they have lost their pilgrim character and become an essential part of the very moral order against which they are sent to protest. The world recognizes them and accepts them for what they are. And this is the saddest thing that can be said about them. They are not lonely, but neither are they saints."  --A.W. Tozer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8494584427521576525?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8494584427521576525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8494584427521576525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8494584427521576525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8494584427521576525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/weakness-of-so-many-modern-christians.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4917439126155997799</id><published>2007-02-07T13:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:28:21.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Always remember: you cannot carry a cross in company. Though a man were surrounded by a vast crowd, his cross is his alone and his carrying of it marks him as a man apart. Society has turned against him; otherwise he would have no cross." --A.W. Tozer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4917439126155997799?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4917439126155997799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4917439126155997799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4917439126155997799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4917439126155997799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/always-remember-you-cannot-carry-cross.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-5966520781711998313</id><published>2007-02-07T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:19:41.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Whatever a dreamy idealism may say, we are forced to deal with things down on the level of practical reality. If when we come to prayer our hearts feel dull and unspiritual, we should not try to argue ourselves out of it. Rather, we should admit it frankly and pray our way through. Some Christians smile at the thought of "praying through," but something of the same idea is found in the writings of practically every great praying saint from Daniel to the present day. We cannot afford to stop praying till we have actually prayed." --A.W. Tozer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-5966520781711998313?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/5966520781711998313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=5966520781711998313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5966520781711998313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5966520781711998313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/whatever-dreamy-idealism-may-say-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-3515130639239410367</id><published>2007-02-03T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T16:13:12.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"keep on with allowing life to be lead by the living.&lt;br /&gt;hummm - i'm thinkin' He doesn't require grad school to share His love..."&lt;br /&gt;--Robyn Eubanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-3515130639239410367?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/3515130639239410367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=3515130639239410367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3515130639239410367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3515130639239410367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/keep-on-with-allowing-life-to-be-lead.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-124327489946524949</id><published>2007-02-03T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T13:30:33.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"But the most valuable things you'll get from Him are the reality that the abundant life mentioned in the Gospel is best shared life-on-life and that seeing potential in teenagers is crucial."&lt;br /&gt;"Just remember that when you work with teenagers later that a high schooler can be in love and what it means to take their trials and tribulations seriously."&lt;br /&gt;"You'll blow it enough to make you realize you can't really fight temptation on your own. But don't be too hard on yourself about that because it'll teach you an awful lot about God's mercy and grace and forgiveness...and a big fat dose of humility. They'll also teach you to value relationships and friendships outside the church because it'll provide a backdrop against which you can see the works of Christ in your own life...and to get to know people and try to understand them...to love everybody, whether or not their theology lines up with yours."&lt;br /&gt;"the big events and people are all in there. They will help you figure out who you are in light of who Christ wants you to be by exposing the cracks in your character and showing you how decietfully wicked your heart is...and then Christ will spackle them and make them better than new. Just know that you aren't in a position to make deals with the God of the Universe. He calls all the shots, kid."&lt;br /&gt;"Wisdom is knowing what time it is."&lt;br /&gt;"Our lives are outward manifestations of inward realities."&lt;br /&gt;--Brent McKinney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah.  brent, thanks for those.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-124327489946524949?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/124327489946524949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=124327489946524949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/124327489946524949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/124327489946524949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/02/but-most-valuable-things-youll-get-from.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-7336957526352696721</id><published>2007-01-29T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:26:13.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Bach gave us God's word.  Mozart gave us God's laughter.  Beethoven gave us God's fire.  God gave us music, that we might pray without words."  --unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you cut off too soon you lose the connection to the rest."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let the piano lose vocal intensity."&lt;br /&gt;"Make the crescendo mean more.  This is a cry for help."&lt;br /&gt;"The reason that this stuff is with us is because it's so bloody relevant!"&lt;br /&gt;"Keep very little vibrato here.  No wiggles!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't make it in tune because it's supposed to be.  This phrase is inclinig towards the Lord, that's why it must be higher."&lt;br /&gt;"It's so important that we stay engaged to the human intent."&lt;br /&gt;"The issue isn't whether you're a church person.  The music prays."&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. Joseph Flummerfelt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-7336957526352696721?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/7336957526352696721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=7336957526352696721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7336957526352696721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7336957526352696721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/bach-gave-us-gods-word.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-2155724598551992191</id><published>2007-01-28T14:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:37:01.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The orchestra doesn't follow us.  We sing together." &lt;br /&gt;"Preparation is very important.  Play to the vowel, not the consonant."  &lt;br /&gt;--Dr. Joyce Farwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sing the whole grocery list, we're gonna get the pop tarts." "I like granola bars."  "okay, granola bars."  --Dr. Lee Thompson, Matthew Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell the story.  Act like you're in a movie; show the audience what's happening.  Tell the story."  &lt;br /&gt;"When you throw yourself into the aria, that's when you start seeing the meaning." &lt;br /&gt;"It's not about the note, it's about the language." &lt;br /&gt;"Long, beautiful lines.  Listen to the piano part and add to the beauty, not stand apart from it." &lt;br /&gt;"Make it intimate, make the song personal."  &lt;br /&gt;"C.S. Lewis said that sometimes you have to go outside the poem and get the true meaning of it, then come back into the poem and make it real."  &lt;br /&gt;"Fully understand what the poem means.  If you understand what the poem means, you will sing it like it's supposed to be sung." &lt;br /&gt;--Dr. Lee Thompson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-2155724598551992191?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/2155724598551992191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=2155724598551992191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2155724598551992191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2155724598551992191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/orchestra-doesnt-follow-us.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-667350389150264331</id><published>2007-01-28T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:24:05.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's as much about shaping the music as it is about taking a breath."  --Dr. Hightower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't sing the beginning of the song like you've already read the end of the story."  &lt;br /&gt;"Don't sing that first aria like he's dead already."&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. Joyce Farwell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-667350389150264331?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/667350389150264331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=667350389150264331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/667350389150264331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/667350389150264331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-as-much-about-shaping-music-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-6715666685542295897</id><published>2007-01-27T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:18:32.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's merely symptomatic of our post-modern ennui.  There are no absolutes, unless you perceive our world as meaningless, when it's really your OWN freedom you DETEST!"  --Brak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-6715666685542295897?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/6715666685542295897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=6715666685542295897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6715666685542295897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6715666685542295897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-merely-symptomatic-of-our-post.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4749527068837357094</id><published>2007-01-23T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:37:06.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I have seen a flying bassoon!" --Mr. McAdow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4749527068837357094?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4749527068837357094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4749527068837357094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4749527068837357094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4749527068837357094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-seen-flying-bassoon-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-6148592106270963620</id><published>2007-01-23T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:59:39.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Is art entertainment?  Art teaches us about who we are.  Entertainment tells us who to be.  Art is a public service.  Entertainment is a private product.  Art opens our minds.  Entertainment thinks for you.  Art is publicly offered.  Entertainment is publicly traded.  Art is the words we wish to say, but lack the language to say it." --Justin Dillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where words fail, music speaks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-6148592106270963620?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/6148592106270963620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=6148592106270963620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6148592106270963620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6148592106270963620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-art-entertainment-art-teaches-us.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8685937476710266616</id><published>2007-01-23T07:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T07:21:28.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The fact is, our lives do preach. But what do they preach? Do they announce to the world that God mourns with those who mourn and is risen 'with healing in His wings'? Or do our lives announce that God is apathetic?" --Rick McKinley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8685937476710266616?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8685937476710266616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8685937476710266616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8685937476710266616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8685937476710266616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/fact-is-our-lives-do-preach.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8184243120743165723</id><published>2007-01-22T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:14:00.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>John Keating: No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keating: They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keating: Sucking all the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keating: There is a time for daring and a time for caution, and a wise man knows which is called for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keating: We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Quoting Henry David Thoreau] &lt;br /&gt;Neil: I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keating: Close your eyes - closure! Close 'em! Now, describe what you see. &lt;br /&gt;Todd Anderson: I... I close my eyes, and this image floats beside me. &lt;br /&gt;John Keating: A sweaty-toothed madman. &lt;br /&gt;Todd Anderson: A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. &lt;br /&gt;John Keating: Oh, that's *excellent*! Now, give him action - make him do something! &lt;br /&gt;Todd Anderson: His hands reach out and choke me. &lt;br /&gt;John Keating: That's it! Wonderful, wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;Todd Anderson: And all the time he's mumbling. &lt;br /&gt;John Keating: What's he mumbling? &lt;br /&gt;Todd Anderson: Mumbling truth... Truth's like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. &lt;br /&gt;John Keating: [some of the class start to laugh] Forget them, forget them! Stay with the blanket. Tell me about that blanket! &lt;br /&gt;Todd Anderson: Y-You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it will never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will cover just your head as you wail and cry and scream! &lt;br /&gt;[class appauds] &lt;br /&gt;John Keating: Don't you forget this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keating: Mr. Anderson! Don't think that I don't know that this assignment scares the hell out of you! You mole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after hearing "The Introduction to Poetry"] &lt;br /&gt;John Keating: Excrement! That's what I think of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard! We're not laying pipe! We're talking about poetry. How can you describe poetry like American Bandstand? "I like Byron, I give him a 42 but I can't dance to it!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keating: Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keating: I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--all from Dead Poets' Society&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8184243120743165723?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8184243120743165723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8184243120743165723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8184243120743165723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8184243120743165723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/john-keating-no-matter-what-anybody.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-2167965921317739457</id><published>2007-01-21T23:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:22:51.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seth: Why do people cry? &lt;br /&gt;Maggie: What do you mean? &lt;br /&gt;Seth: I mean... what happens physically? &lt;br /&gt;Maggie: Well... umm... tear ducts operate on a normal basis to lubricate and protect the eye and when you have an emotion they overreact and create tears. &lt;br /&gt;Seth: Why? Why do they overreact? &lt;br /&gt;Maggie: [pause] I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;Seth: Maybe... maybe emotion becomes so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful... and your body weeps.&lt;br /&gt;--City of Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best things in life are unseen.  That's why we close our eyes to kiss, cry, pray, and dream."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-2167965921317739457?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/2167965921317739457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=2167965921317739457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2167965921317739457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2167965921317739457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/seth-why-do-people-cry-maggie-what-do.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-6668975665849312057</id><published>2007-01-19T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T09:50:47.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"There's no one more grateful to sit at the table than the one who best remembers hunger's pain." --Shane &amp; Shane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And in light of all we have been forgiven of, we will find our hearts fuller and freer to give and receive God's love." --Shane &amp; Shane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-6668975665849312057?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/6668975665849312057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=6668975665849312057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6668975665849312057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6668975665849312057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-no-one-more-grateful-to-sit-at.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-866825904338534446</id><published>2007-01-18T00:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:04:09.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“sorry, I was gored by the comfy chair.”&lt;br /&gt;--Will &amp; Grace&lt;br /&gt;“you can’t devastate me and then kick me out, you’re not my lover!”&lt;br /&gt;--Will &amp; Grace&lt;br /&gt;“I wanna sing a ballad…I can cry really good.  I can do the single tear.”&lt;br /&gt;--Will &amp; Grace&lt;br /&gt;“man, you are Westminster Crabby!”&lt;br /&gt;--Friends&lt;br /&gt;“don’t you point your pants at ME!”&lt;br /&gt;--Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“if I had any job in the world, I’d be a professional Cinderella.”&lt;br /&gt;“can I give you some advice?  DON’T POINT YOUR FINGER AT CRAZY PEOPLE!”&lt;br /&gt;“just play something.  If talking did shit we’d be out of here by now.”&lt;br /&gt;--Girl, Interrupted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-866825904338534446?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/866825904338534446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=866825904338534446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/866825904338534446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/866825904338534446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-i-was-gored-by-comfy-chair.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-2500701736770112178</id><published>2007-01-18T00:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:02:52.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Home was never really a place, anyway.  Heaven isn't home, Christ is." --anon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-2500701736770112178?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/2500701736770112178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=2500701736770112178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2500701736770112178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2500701736770112178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/home-was-never-really-place-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-9222596395145905055</id><published>2007-01-18T00:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:02:15.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“boys don’t like funny girls!”  “noted.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“michel, the phone.”  “mmhmm, it rings.”  “can you answer it?”  “no, I cannot, people are being especially stupid today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“all this time I’ve spent avoiding group sports?  It was very smart because I suck at them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“where’s your pate?”  “at zsa zsa gabor’s house.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“okay, there’s academic minded and then there’s amish.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“grandpa, how’s work?”  “well, people die, we pay; people crash a car, we pay; people lose a foot, we pay.”  “well at least you have your new slogan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m okay, I just…do I look shorter?  I feel shorter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“so tell me about the guy.”  “you know what’s great about our relationship?  The total understanding of boundaries.  I mean, you really respect my personal space.”  “…so tell me about the guy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m gonna be late for my first day of school.  Do you know what happens to people when they’re late for the first day?”  “it gets shorter?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“this is the last time I buy anything just because it’s furry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“this is a jumbo coffee morning.  I need coffee in an IV!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“is there a problem?” “oh, nothing Shakespeare couldn’t turn into a really good play.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“lane! Your mom’s gonna get upset if I keep sending you home fed AND happy!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I loved the little sombrero napkin holders.  Very ole.”&lt;br /&gt;--Gilmore Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-9222596395145905055?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/9222596395145905055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=9222596395145905055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/9222596395145905055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/9222596395145905055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/boys-dont-like-funny-girls-noted.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-5258497823331396661</id><published>2007-01-18T00:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:01:51.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“**gasp** I’m a sexual harasser!” “well then you need some fake eyelashes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“they’re at the movies, there’s no drugs there! They don’t even have the real Red Vines!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do not want to incur the wrath of Luke.”  “why not? It’s fun.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I like this wine, it’s very nice…you can smell the italians’ feet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“maybe  you would like to take a picture of me, with you, tonight, ya know, so you can sleep with it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“what’s its name?” “case study number 12.”  “is that hyphenated?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I’m getting scurvy.”  “you do?” “yeah, well either that or a cold, but either way I need some fruit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you’re going to a party?” “yes I am.” “honey, why don’t you just stay at home and read The Bell Jar? Same effect.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you’re just jealous cause they like Rory better than you.” “oh, thank you, for the hug.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You brought me used dessert?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“look at the various red marks on your paper as a reminder that to err is human.  And here at Chilton we try to beat that human right out of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hah, I got the vein in the forehead, woo!” “sadist.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“eugh.  Your patented ‘do it now or something evil will befall you’ look.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“mmm! Tasty AND flame retardant.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“do you like coffee?” “…only with my oxygen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well, listen now, my fine friend, who, if you had a better hairstyle, I might consider dating…”&lt;br /&gt;--Gilmore Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-5258497823331396661?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/5258497823331396661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=5258497823331396661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5258497823331396661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5258497823331396661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/gasp-im-sexual-harasser-well-then-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-6137863510743740702</id><published>2007-01-18T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:01:25.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“well, I want to be in the Bangles, but that doesn’t mean I quit my job and buy a guitar and ruin my life, to be a Bangle, does it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“do you have any hemlock back there, arsenic, something quick?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“wow, round 1 and already tapped.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well, I don’t mean ‘funny’ funny, I’m being philosophical.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“this is a real crossroads situation, it’s like to perm or not to perm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you don’t do yoga on the dalai llama’s mat and you don’t get behind my counter! Period!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“no, no, you’re memorable!  I’ve been memorabling you all week!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I never thought a man would want me.” “I know what you mean.” “Aw, please, with that ass?” “I mean, want me for more than my ass.  Me for me, the whole package.  Annoying neurosis and all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“when were you planning on telling me this, at your wedding?” “no, by the rehearsal dinner at least!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“why didn’t you tell me?” “cause I thought you were gonna take  it bad, thank God I was wrong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“someday,  you’ll meet some really great guy, and he’ll make your head all foggy and you won’t know what to do with yourself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“mom, sissy talked to her stuffed animals and they answered her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well, what’s new?”  “I was being impossible and then I turned into a Jewish comedian.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think that goes without saying.”  “only in your world, mom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“please be serious, we’re shopping for Rory!”  “no, I’m shopping for Rory.  You’re shopping for your imaginary granddaughter, Barbara Hutton.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“wow, nice face you got on there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“so, now tell me, why miss lemonhead today?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you’re smiling.  You’re pleased that the ice man looked at you like a porterhouse steak.”&lt;br /&gt;--Gilmore Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-6137863510743740702?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/6137863510743740702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=6137863510743740702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6137863510743740702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6137863510743740702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-i-want-to-be-in-bangles-but-that.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4517140119340037892</id><published>2007-01-18T00:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:00:56.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“mmaaaahhhh now I’m crabby, I’m crabby and useless!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“sorry, just feeling a little persecuted lately.  Coffee?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“wow, it’s expensive to slowly rot your insides, isn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“this isn’t Amish country; girls and boys usually date alone!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“he’s the boy that I like!” “I know, I tried to find one you hated, but they were all out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m afraid once your heart’s involved it ALL comes out in moron.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“since when do you not like avocado?” “since the day I said ‘what’s this?’ and you said avocado.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“all I ever said about dances is that you go, you eat, you take a picture, and then you get auctioned off to a biker gang from Saucalito.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“what guy?” “I don’t know. The guy who hangs out in our trees all day when you’re not home?...he hit his head on a branch one day when I closed a window too quickly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“and she’s reading again.  How novel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“how many languages can you say ‘none of your business’ in?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you’re sixteen, you have skin like a baby’s ass! There’s nothing to primp!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ ‘we’re here’? that’s how you answer the door?” “well, I was all out of saran wrap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oh, a stroke would be so good right about now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“have you seen The Outsiders?  Just call me pony boy.”&lt;br /&gt;--Gilmore Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4517140119340037892?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4517140119340037892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4517140119340037892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4517140119340037892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4517140119340037892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/mmaaaahhhh-now-im-crabby-im-crabby-and.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-7685136742976714242</id><published>2007-01-18T00:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:00:29.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“you traded my Christmas gift for a slightly pornographic leering monkey lamp?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“whenever you got sick I made this.”  “are you sure it wasn’t the other way around?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve always dreamed that a guy would get ME a confusing Czechoslovakian novel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you made me a santa burger!  He has a hat and everything!  No one has ever made me something quite this disgusting before.  I thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“but there’s food and there’s people and there’s a burger with a face!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“what, you’re psychic guy and  you’re getting visions while you’re driving at 20 mph in the oldest truck known to man?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“where’s the scarecrow when you need him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“your mother called me an idiot.” “wow, you must have sucked up good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“can we please talk about something besides my formerly huge head?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t want Boo Radley touching my rosebud wallpaper!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“get away from me, you mental patient!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m gonna throw my purse at you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“marzipan is a unique substance unto itself; it’s like velveeta, or plutonium.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you look like my seven-year-old when she’s all grumpypuss.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m weak.  I have no spine.”  “if you had no spine, you’d be walking funnier.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“that had all the tact of a Nazi storm trooper.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you kicked me out; what were you expecting, a candygram?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“he’s a grown man with an etch-a-sketch!” “so shake him real hard, maybe he’ll disappear!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to make out in the coat room.  Don’t eat my chicken.”  “that’s going on your tombstone.”&lt;br /&gt;--Gilmore Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-7685136742976714242?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/7685136742976714242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=7685136742976714242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7685136742976714242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7685136742976714242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-traded-my-christmas-gift-for.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-588824387532117273</id><published>2007-01-17T23:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:59:58.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“well, he was standing, and breathing…I think all signs point to alive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you mean that unsightly girth is nature-given?  He must curse God nightly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“what’s that smell?”  “it’s the smell of my soldering iron.  I LOVE it.  I LOVE burning things!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have nothing cute to say for my message.  Ooh! Puppies!  Hey, that’s cute.  Now leave yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I though you were my mom! But my mom doesn’t speak in a resonant basso profundo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well, I’ve got the next two hours planned…and then there’s darkness and possibly dragons.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t know you were gonna be here.” “yeah, well, the white rabbit ran by, I chased him down a hole and now here I am.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you sound distracted; did something cute just walk by?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“how can you be so mean to me when I only managed to line one of my eyes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I could kind of tell you were dating someone.” “what? How?”  “well, you never dressed weather appropriate, that kind of thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not incapable, I just haven’t been hit in the head with the Oprah stick lately!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“where are you getting this junk?”  “life.  I’ve lived.” “where, in a bette midler movie?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hey guys.  You probably shouldn’t shove a radish up your son’s nose.  Just a thought.”&lt;br /&gt;--Gilmore Girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-588824387532117273?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/588824387532117273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=588824387532117273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/588824387532117273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/588824387532117273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-he-was-standing-and-breathingi.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-3246783111384184519</id><published>2007-01-17T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:58:54.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Heros are heros because they have risked something to help others. Their actions involve courage. Often those heros have been indifferent to the public's attention."&lt;br /&gt;James Bradley, Flags of Our Fathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She always plays a tough girl, like, "Hi, I'm tough girl.""&lt;br /&gt;-Anne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eternity is a really long time."&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day." -vincent van gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not an abstractionist. I’m not interested in the relationship of color or form or anything else. I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on." - mark rothko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-3246783111384184519?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/3246783111384184519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=3246783111384184519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3246783111384184519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3246783111384184519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/heros-are-heros-because-they-have.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-6591024460429320643</id><published>2007-01-17T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:51:28.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times and I guarantee that at some point one or both of us will want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life cause I know in my heart you're the only one for me." &lt;br /&gt;~ Runaway Bride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago; the second best time is now."  --tim stevenson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who love deeply never grow old; they may die of old age, but they die young." Benjamin Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate, as we voyage along through life: tis' the set of the soul that decides its goal, and not the calm or the strife. &lt;br /&gt;-ella wheeler wilcox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i am in the procession of a Conqueror, and He always leads me to triumph."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're so scared to find out what this life's all about.&lt;br /&gt;So scared we're gonna lose it. But knowing all along, that's exactly what we need...inconsistently crying out for consistency -Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peace isn't the absence of trouble, but the presence of God" -Tim Stevenson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-6591024460429320643?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/6591024460429320643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=6591024460429320643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6591024460429320643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6591024460429320643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/look-i-guarantee-therell-be-tough-times.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-6664389067873526514</id><published>2007-01-17T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:42:50.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Music with dinner is an insult both to the cook and the violinist" -G.K. Chesterson (1874-1936)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus was born in the middle east, and is white with rosey cheeks...ya right" -Dr. Hightower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Solfege is my friend!" -Dr. Hightower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A choir is only as good as you think they can be." -Mr. Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to see a miracle, look at the single mom who works two jobs but still finds time to take her daughter to soccer practice. That's a miracle. Look at the teenager who says no to drugs and yes to an education, that's a miracle. If you want to see a miracle son, be one!" -Morgan Freeman as God, in "Bruce Almighty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's easy to be brave from a safe distance." -Aesop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" every heart is a profound mystery to the heart beating nearest it..."&lt;br /&gt;~ Charles Dickens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-6664389067873526514?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/6664389067873526514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=6664389067873526514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6664389067873526514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6664389067873526514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/music-with-dinner-is-insult-both-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8761646750262588200</id><published>2007-01-17T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:36:35.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. &lt;br /&gt;C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning. &lt;br /&gt;C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding on to something……There’s some good in this world... And it’s worth fighting for!"  -- Sam, Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world." ~C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you said 'I know that this will hurt... but if I don't break your heart, things will just get worse. And if the burden seems too much to bear, remember the end will justify the pain it took to get us there.'"&lt;br /&gt;-Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know that part in The Sound of Music with the gazebo? With the beautiful boy singing to Liesl? Well that's sort of how I always dreamed it would be when I was younger. I've always had that picture in my head, and I'm not ready to give up on it."&lt;br /&gt;-Marissa from the O.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8761646750262588200?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8761646750262588200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8761646750262588200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8761646750262588200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8761646750262588200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/miracles-are-retelling-in-small-letters.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-5443610035370765630</id><published>2007-01-17T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:33:49.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I don't want dancers who want to dance, I want dancers who have to dance."  --Martha Graham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no theory. You have only to listen. Pleasure is the law. I love music passionately. And because l love it, I try to free it from barren traditions that stifle it. It is a free art gushing forth, an open-air art boundless as the elements, the wind, the sky, the sea. It must never be shut in and become an academic art." - Claude Debussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't want him bad enough to risk losing him, you don't want him bad enough."  --anon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the place that God calls us is that place where the world's deep hunger and our deep desire meet" - Fredrick Buechner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The shadow proves the sunshine." --Switchfoot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-5443610035370765630?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/5443610035370765630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=5443610035370765630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5443610035370765630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5443610035370765630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-want-dancers-who-want-to-dance-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-2895124289452736540</id><published>2007-01-17T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:18:09.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The greatest single cause of atheism in the world &lt;br /&gt;today is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with &lt;br /&gt;their lips, then walk out the door, &lt;br /&gt;and deny Him by their lifestyle. That is what an &lt;br /&gt;unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable. -DC talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls. 1 peter 1:8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for in this world you will have trouble. but take heart! i have overcome the world!&lt;br /&gt;-john 16:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered." -Nelson Mandela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Gideon told them, "I will not rule over you, nor will my son rule over you. The LORD will rule over you." Judges 8:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A diminished view of God is the price you pay for your comfort" -Eugene Peterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be awake,&lt;br /&gt;For nothing looks to me as it did before.&lt;br /&gt;Or else i am awake for the very first time,&lt;br /&gt;And all else has been a mean sleep. -WW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. 1 Cor. 15:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-2895124289452736540?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/2895124289452736540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=2895124289452736540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2895124289452736540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2895124289452736540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/greatest-single-cause-of-atheism-in_17.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-8485259258530234972</id><published>2007-01-17T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:17:06.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love is an ever-fixed mark." --Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can tell EVERYTHING you need to know about a man by the way he plays his string instrument."  --Nancy Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have always been addicted to something or other, usually something there's no support group for. Semicolons, for instance, I can never give up for more than two hundred words at a time." - Hilary Mantel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gorgeous makes you look twice. Beautiful makes you want to stop and look forever." -Patrick Conlon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-8485259258530234972?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/8485259258530234972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=8485259258530234972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8485259258530234972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/8485259258530234972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-is-ever-fixed-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-3023433325403804835</id><published>2007-01-17T11:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T11:07:35.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Somehow Christians have a hard time saying things like, 'I don't know why the hell this is happening or how this will end. You guys must be scared to death.' I guess we all need to be able to explain life down to every last detail even when the answers don't mean anything to us. We just can't stand the questions. But in the kingdom of God, I have come to believe, it is all right not to have all the answers, and I think Jesus likes it even more when we don't make up ones that are safe and easy but hollow."&lt;br /&gt;--Rick McKinley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-3023433325403804835?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/3023433325403804835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=3023433325403804835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3023433325403804835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/3023433325403804835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/somehow-christians-have-hard-time.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-6952025889184298903</id><published>2007-01-15T22:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:56:44.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Our languages may be different, but our hearts are the same...they beat." -- Sharon Gelnett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-6952025889184298903?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/6952025889184298903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=6952025889184298903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6952025889184298903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/6952025889184298903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-languages-may-be-different-but-our.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4490352816510137378</id><published>2007-01-15T22:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:55:55.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Prayer isn't to get a hold of the answer, but to get a hold of God."&lt;br /&gt;-Oswald Chambers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To laugh often and much,&lt;br /&gt;to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, &lt;br /&gt;to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends,&lt;br /&gt;to appreciate beauty,&lt;br /&gt;to find the best in others,&lt;br /&gt;to leave the world a bit better,&lt;br /&gt;whether by a healthy child, a garden patch...&lt;br /&gt;to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.&lt;br /&gt;This is to have succeeded!"&lt;br /&gt;Walt Whitman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4490352816510137378?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4490352816510137378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4490352816510137378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4490352816510137378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4490352816510137378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/prayer-isnt-to-get-hold-of-answer-but.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1505537786871098583</id><published>2007-01-15T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:52:15.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"People saythey "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love." ~Mitch Albom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should have confidence in the Lord and when that confidence is shaken, we should know exactly Who to turn to." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn't." ~The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1505537786871098583?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1505537786871098583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1505537786871098583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1505537786871098583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1505537786871098583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/people-saythey-find-love-as-if-it-were.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-4050632832826288477</id><published>2007-01-15T11:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:53:14.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on the installment plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A right delayed is a right denied." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Almost always, the creative dedicated minority has made the world better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to do God's will. And he's allowed me to go to the mountain. And I've looked over, and I've seen the promised land! I may not get there with you, but I want you to know tonight that we as a people will get to the promised land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a man is called to be a streetsweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great streetsweeper who did his job well." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I submit to you that if a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(all Martin Luther King, Jr.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-4050632832826288477?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/4050632832826288477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=4050632832826288477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4050632832826288477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/4050632832826288477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/nation-or-civilization-that-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-1095584739875566898</id><published>2007-01-13T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:12:52.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Things don't change, but by and by our wishes change."&lt;br /&gt;"We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future.  It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance."&lt;br /&gt;"Impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions."&lt;br /&gt;"If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time."&lt;br /&gt;"A cathedral, a wave of storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped. :&lt;br /&gt;"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. "&lt;br /&gt;"People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus."&lt;br /&gt;"We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it in full. "&lt;br /&gt;-Marcel Proust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-1095584739875566898?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/1095584739875566898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=1095584739875566898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1095584739875566898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/1095584739875566898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-dont-change-but-by-and-by-our.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-5600113056458599334</id><published>2007-01-10T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:02:28.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people show off their beauty because they want the world to see it. Others hide their beauty because they want the world to see something else.&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Everything - Kostos and Lena, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-5600113056458599334?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/5600113056458599334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=5600113056458599334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5600113056458599334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/5600113056458599334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-people-show-off-their-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-9070307136766372543</id><published>2007-01-10T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:54:56.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Since there is no realistic factual possibility of regarding Jesus as one who viewed himself as but a simple moral teacher (a kind of Jewish boy scout helping little, old ladies across the Sea of Galilee), and since to consider him insane or an ethical charlatan makes even less sense, there appears to be only a single satisfactory explanation for his claiming to be God, namely, that that was exactly who he is." - John Warwick Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The life of obedience to Jesus Christ means living moment by moment in the Spirit of God, and it will be so different from your former life that you will often be considered strange. In fact, the life in the Spirit is such a different life that some of your former associates will probably discuss the question of whether or not you are mentally disturbed." - A.W. Tozer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And someday I'll sit down with my angel friends&lt;br /&gt;Up in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;They'll tell me about creation&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell them a story of grace"&lt;br /&gt;-Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring your history, I'll bring the bread and wine." - Derek Webb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-9070307136766372543?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/9070307136766372543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=9070307136766372543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/9070307136766372543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/9070307136766372543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/since-there-is-no-realistic-factual.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-292030094085515161</id><published>2007-01-10T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:49:59.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The day will soon come when we will all have to face the choice between what is right and what is easy." --Dumbledore, Harry Potter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple"~Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woman begins by resisting a man's advances and ends by blocking his retreat"~Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All of us could take a lesson from the weather: it pays no attention to criticism"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress. I will never be shaken."~Psalm 62:2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-292030094085515161?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/292030094085515161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=292030094085515161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/292030094085515161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/292030094085515161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-will-soon-come-when-we-will-all.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-2961552085289543037</id><published>2007-01-10T19:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:46:50.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore as I pour my poor heart out To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen My volume drowns it out" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let no one look down on your youthfulness, but rather in speech, conduct, love, faith, and purity, show yourself an example of those who believe." 1 tim 412&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody thinks it will work, do they? &lt;br /&gt;No. You just described every great success story."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-2961552085289543037?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/2961552085289543037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=2961552085289543037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2961552085289543037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/2961552085289543037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-crack-window-and-feel-cool-air.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-7254988967885323225</id><published>2007-01-10T19:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:44:54.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The greatest single cause of atheism in the world today&lt;br /&gt;Is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips&lt;br /&gt;Then walk out the door and deny him by their lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;That is what an unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable." -DC Talk "What if I stumble?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself." -A Walk to Remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-7254988967885323225?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/7254988967885323225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=7254988967885323225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7254988967885323225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/7254988967885323225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/greatest-single-cause-of-atheism-in.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116844560648045194</id><published>2007-01-10T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:13:26.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I don't quite know how to say how I feel. Those three words are said too much. They're not enough."  --Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As we grow up, we learn that the one person who isnt supposed to let you down, probably will, and the one person that you never thought would be there for you, is. Youre going to have fights with your friends, you're going to lose some of your friends, you may even fall in love with one of your friends. You will eventually lose someone you love and love someone you never thought youd find. People are going to hate you, love you, love to hate you, and hate to love you, but the ones you mean the most to will always be there. Life is too short. So have way too much fun - make way too many mistakes - take way too many pictures - have way too many friends and enemies - laugh way too much for way too long - cry over the smallest of things. But most importantly... Love with all you have. " --anon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eventually all the pieces fall into place. Until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moment and know that everything happens for a reason."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116844560648045194?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116844560648045194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116844560648045194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116844560648045194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116844560648045194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-quite-know-how-to-say-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116844536117326455</id><published>2007-01-10T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T10:09:21.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;br /&gt;All the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;br /&gt;And you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;br /&gt;And you always give more then you take.&lt;br /&gt;But More then anything, Yeah, and more then anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more then you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish."  --Rascal Flatts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Angels exist, only sometimes they haven't got wings and we call them friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much can you know about yourself, you've never been in a fight? I don't wanna die without any scars. So come on; hit me. Brad Pitt, In Fight Club &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A happy heart makes the face cheerful, but heartache crushes the spirit." Proverbs 15:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all." Dale Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm."&lt;br /&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116844536117326455?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116844536117326455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116844536117326455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116844536117326455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116844536117326455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/be-who-you-are-and-say-what-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116842269831463419</id><published>2007-01-10T03:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T03:51:38.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." - Berthold Auerbach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the music while the music lasts." - T.S. Elliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116842269831463419?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116842269831463419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116842269831463419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116842269831463419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116842269831463419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/music-washes-away-from-soul-dust-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116842260973059873</id><published>2007-01-10T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T03:50:09.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"even when we're at each others hearts with daggers, we know that if we make each other bleed, we'll be the first to try to clean it up. " --anon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116842260973059873?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116842260973059873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116842260973059873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116842260973059873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116842260973059873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/even-when-were-at-each-others-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116842126195630754</id><published>2007-01-10T03:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T03:27:41.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If you live in the past, you have no future. If you live in the future you will miss the present. But if you live each day to the fullest, you will enjoy all of lifes little suprises." --anon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116842126195630754?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116842126195630754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116842126195630754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116842126195630754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116842126195630754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-you-live-in-past-you-have-no-future.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116841676009005106</id><published>2007-01-10T02:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T02:12:40.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them." -the curious incident of the dog in the night-time by mark haddon, page 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After a while, getting what you want all the time is very close to not getting what you want all the time." -A history of the world in 10 1/2 chapters&lt;br /&gt;by Julian Barnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There comes a day in every girl's life where she has to face the music and stop being pathetic. This is my moment." -She's out of Control by Kristin Billerbeck, page 85&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116841676009005106?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116841676009005106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116841676009005106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116841676009005106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116841676009005106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/prime-numbers-are-what-is-left-when.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116841661956222452</id><published>2007-01-10T02:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T02:10:19.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A room without books is like a body without a soul." -- Cicero &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see." -- C.S Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page." -- Augustine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a part of everything that I have read." -- Theodore Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Accept everything about yourself - I mean everything, You are you and that is the beginning and the end - no apologies, no regrets." -- Henry Kissinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For everything there is a season, a time for every matter under Heaven." -- Ecclesiastes 3:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116841661956222452?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116841661956222452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116841661956222452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116841661956222452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116841661956222452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/room-without-books-is-like-body.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116840068989312363</id><published>2007-01-09T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:44:49.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Whoever thought up the word "Mammogram"? Every time I hear it, I think I'm supposed to put my breast in an envelope and send it to someone." ~Jan King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on." ~Roseanne Barr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When women are depressed they either eat or go shopping. Men invade another country." ~Elayne Boosler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never married, because there was no need. I have three pets at home which answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog that growls every morning, a parrot that swears all afternoon, and a cat that comes home late every night." ~Marie Corelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a noose around your neck?" ~Linda Ellerbee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If high heels were so wonderful, men would still be wearing them." ~Sue Grafton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116840068989312363?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116840068989312363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116840068989312363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116840068989312363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116840068989312363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/whoever-thought-up-word-mammogram.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116814934523859204</id><published>2007-01-06T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:55:45.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...it's about learning to dance in the rain." --anon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116814934523859204?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116814934523859204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116814934523859204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116814934523859204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116814934523859204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-isnt-about-waiting-for-storm-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116772896174430601</id><published>2007-01-02T03:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:09:21.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When you have the right accessories, you too could be breathtaking."&lt;br /&gt;"And those of you from Japan or Asia..."&lt;br /&gt;--crazy emcee at a luau on Maui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116772896174430601?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116772896174430601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116772896174430601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116772896174430601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116772896174430601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-you-have-right-accessories-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36761111.post-116769906926137997</id><published>2007-01-01T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:51:09.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Do you KNOW the depths of my love for Snapple?" --Alexandra Gholami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36761111-116769906926137997?l=youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/feeds/116769906926137997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36761111&amp;postID=116769906926137997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116769906926137997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36761111/posts/default/116769906926137997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcanbeabigpigtoo-oy.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-know-depths-of-my-love-for.html' title=''/><author><name>kaylah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03387163735653350016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
