<?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-12669683</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:39:04.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Slow Motion</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>520</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2706194791773778800</id><published>2009-07-30T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:09:37.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing Up for the Next Big Move</title><content type='html'>I have been packing up my apartment little by little this month and taking car loads of boxes over to Brook's house (and my soon-to-be house).  As all the little things that make my apartment feel like home are being packed away piece by piece, box by box. . . the place is gradually beginning to not feel so much like home anymore, which is a little bitter sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good year and a half here in my little apartment in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carrboro&lt;/span&gt; and seems that it wasn't too long ago that I moved in this place with not much more than some boxes of clothes, my guitar, and more books than I really need, but just couldn't bring myself to get rid of when I moved up from Georgia.  I remember that my first few months here were pretty tough for me.  I was still a bit lonely for my family and old, familiar friends.  I was strained financially from recovering from a 3 month time frame of not having steady employment.  But it wasn't too long that I got back on my feet financially and didn't have to feel all the stress and strain of not knowing how I would pay my bills and still have money for gas and groceries, and little by little as our church grew, I found more friendships and began to feel not quite so lonely.  Then I got a roommate.  Then I found Brook.  The church continued to grow.  My roots here continued to grow.  All in all, it has really been a wonderful chapter in my life.  I know that when I  look back on this time in my life I will always smile and think that this was all so good and good for me.  Lots of stretching, lots of growing, lots of learning, but still lots of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as wonderful as it has all been, I am so ready to move on to the next chapter in my life.  I am so ready to really begin my life with Brook.  It feels like we have been planning our wedding and going through premarital counseling for for-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;-ever!  I know that we chose a 10 month engagement for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of good reasons, but I was really ready to be married at about the 6 month mark and have felt like the last 2 months were kind of torturous . . . and still 2 more months to go.  Well, my consolation is that the next two months will likely fly as I will be in a whirlwind of moving out of my apartment and into a friend's guest house for a month, a few out of town trips, bridal showers, fixing up Brook's house as much as possible, more wedding planning, and all the usual work and church activities.  I will try my best to just enjoy the moments I am in and not focus on the future so much that I miss the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2706194791773778800?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2706194791773778800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2706194791773778800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2706194791773778800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2706194791773778800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2009/07/gearing-up-for-next-big-move.html' title='Gearing Up for the Next Big Move'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-215159335757719926</id><published>2009-07-23T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:00:16.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>I work 8:30 am - 5:30 pm Monday through Friday as a legal assistant. Most of the time the job is pretty mundane I must confess. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; the only person I see during my work day is the mailman. I answer phones, type, file, pay bills, mail letters, check my boss' email for him, shred paper, and various tasks that I find no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fulfillment&lt;/span&gt; in, but. . . it pays the bills and for now. . . that is good enough. But today, I actually have a funny story from work! What a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone rings.&lt;br /&gt;Dottie: answers the phone with the normal intro for the office.&lt;br /&gt;Lady calling: Are you a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paraplegic&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Dottie: silent and bewildered. . . then realizes she means paralegal, but then still silent on how to respond without being insulting or condescending.&lt;br /&gt;Lady calling: (after a few seconds of silence and realizing her own mistake) I mean a paralegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) It made me laugh anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-215159335757719926?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/215159335757719926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=215159335757719926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/215159335757719926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/215159335757719926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8595629155554948162</id><published>2008-12-19T09:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:35:47.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big News!</title><content type='html'>Hi there friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have already heard my good, good news, but I am engaged! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love for you all to meet him, and I sure that most of you eventually will, although I don't know exactly when (especially for those of you who are living abroad).  He came home with me for Thanksgiving to meet my family and some of my friends; however since we were only in Augusta for 3 days, it was impossible to meet everyone.  I will be in Augusta for Christmas, but he will be spending Christmas here in North Carolina with his family.  Oh well, in the meantime, I will tell you all a little bit about him and our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brook is 34 and is originally from Pennsylvania.  He moved to Durham, NC after college.  His older sister had settled in ths area and he had a job opportunity here at a computer software company, so to Durham he came and stayed.  He grew up in a family that had some church affiliation, but no really strong ties.  About two years ago, his best friend was going through a difficult time and the two of them decided to try out some churches together.  After visiting Brook's sister's church and one or two other's they both found a church home and both committed their lives to Christ.  From then on, Brook has continued to grow and change and reprioritize his life.  He is an amazing, generous, kind, thoughtful, gentle, humble person, and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and I have been seeing each other for nearly five months, which is a relatively short period of time.  For the first two months we were just getting to know each other and I didn't really know how I felt about him beyond just knowing that he seemed like a nice guy.  During month three things began to be more serious and intentional.  I invited him home with me for Thanksgiving.  We began seeing each other more frequently.  He visited my church with me a couple of times.  By month four I think we were both pretty sure that this was it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 6th he pulled out a ring and asked me to spend the rest of my life with him.  I was suprised.  I knew that the proposal was coming, but didn't know it was coming so soon!  Of course I said yes.  And that is about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning for a wedding in October of 2009, more details will be provided in the future.  Rodger Otero will be officiating the ceremony.  Rodger and Angela will be doing premarital counseling with us once a month up until we get married, and Greenleaf Vineyard Church will be our church after we tie the knot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all and hope your lives are going well!  Please write and let me know how things are going with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dottie Lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8595629155554948162?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8595629155554948162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8595629155554948162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8595629155554948162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8595629155554948162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-news.html' title='The Big News!'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-1893890730620367430</id><published>2008-11-10T07:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:34:40.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Time of Year</title><content type='html'>Fall in North Carolina is just beautiful.  After a year of living here, I have decided that fall is my favorite season here.  The colorful leaves just make driving to work and walking all my little doggies just an absolute pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went for a scenic motorcycle ride with a friend of mine.  It was my very first motorcycle ride.  We drove out and about in some more rural areas with a lot of pastoral scenes to take in.  It was really nice.  I wish I had pictures to share, but riding a motorcycle and taking pictures at the same time is probably a bad idea.  But I did see one crazy thing that I just had to share with you all.  We were driving around somewhere in north Durham County.  There were cow pastures galore.  We saw all the typical animals you might see in such a setting.  You know like cows, horses, sheep, goats, chickens, and even a donkey or two.  However, there was one field that had three zebras just grazing away.  So that was quite the unexpected suprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for two months of no posts.  Life has been hectic and until very recently, I have not had a computer at my home.  But thanks to my friend Philip, I now have my very own computer.  YAY!  THANKS PHILIP!  So, hopefully, I will find the time to post a little more now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-1893890730620367430?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/1893890730620367430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=1893890730620367430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1893890730620367430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1893890730620367430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-time-of-year.html' title='A Great Time of Year'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5056193831264354168</id><published>2008-09-04T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:34:13.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains and Milestones</title><content type='html'>Mountains. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, this whole working three jobs thing is killing me.  76 hours of work per week lately and I am dying.  Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't love my job as worship leader, like my job as a pet sitter, and sufficiently tolerate my job as a legal assistant.  Also, I wouldn't say that any of my jobs are exactly high-stress jobs.  It is just too much.  I have next to no time for myself and I constantly feel like there are things I want to do as a worship leader that I just don't have the time and energy to do at the end of the day.  I even find myself allowing things to happen in my life that I don't want and I know are no good for me, just simply because I am too tired to fight these things. . . does that make any sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have no solutions yet, just needed to vent.  Of course there are the obvious answers. . . don't work so much, cut back hours, learn how to say no once in awhile, and even quit the pet sitting job.  But that opens a new can of problems. . . money.  Sigh.  This feels like a never-ending battle.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milestones. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday Greenleaf is officially one year old!  My one year mark of being in North Carolina is not until October, but Greenleaf had its first official meeting this time one year ago.  It is an amazing accomplishment and I am so pleased that I got to be a part of this.  Read Rodger's blog.  I ditto his sentiments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our first year we have seen several people from many different backgrounds and walks of life come to be a part of this little family.  We are blessed to have each other.  I would feel so lost if it weren't for my church family.  The older I get, the more I realize how much people need community.  We encourage each other, correct each other, and point each other to God's love.  It is a beautiful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5056193831264354168?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5056193831264354168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5056193831264354168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5056193831264354168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5056193831264354168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/09/mountains-and-milestones.html' title='Mountains and Milestones'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3730783330810478902</id><published>2008-08-12T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:31:49.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craigslist is good for almost everything, but . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . buying a car on craigslist just seems too scary to me.  Perhaps I am paranoid, but the people that emailed me back about my interest in the car they advertised have all seemed completely skeezy.  Sigh.  As if the car dealership people seem any less skeezy.  But I don't know what a good alternative is.  Double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am coming home to Augusta this week.  I leave tomorrow after work and will stay till Sunday.  I am looking forward to it.  Seeing family and old friends.  Good stuff.  I am praying my good old Honda survives the trip :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3730783330810478902?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3730783330810478902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3730783330810478902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3730783330810478902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3730783330810478902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/08/craigslist-is-good-for-almost.html' title='Craigslist is good for almost everything, but . . .'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-1322115913816183488</id><published>2008-08-06T15:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:24:59.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Market for a Car</title><content type='html'>I am hunting for a car (of course on Craigslist).  I just emailed a guy named Michael Bolton about a car he advertised on Craigslist.  It made me giggle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-1322115913816183488?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/1322115913816183488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=1322115913816183488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1322115913816183488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1322115913816183488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-market-for-car.html' title='In the Market for a Car'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6475733318061759183</id><published>2008-08-03T06:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:21:12.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No wonder I am exaughsted. . .</title><content type='html'>I finally sat down to calculate it out.  I have been working 70 hour work weeks for the last six weeks.  So that explains why I have turned into an old lady who goes to bed at 10 PM on Friday and Saturday nights.  I am tired and I feel that I have earned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my roommate moved in about a week ago.  She is great.  We get along really well, as I knew we would.  The poor girl is already freaking out about the work load and she is just one week into her Phd program.  So she will probably be a hermit who has very little time for fun, but hopefully every now and again we will get to do some fun stuff together.  At any rate, it is just nice to have someone to split the bills and someone to come home and share funny stories with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got to go to a baby shower for one of my college roommates.  Normally, I don't really like baby showers, but I have to say that this one wasn't so bad.  There was only one baby game and that was a word puzzle.  I won of course because I do word puzzles almost every night before I go to bed to help me fall asleep.  So I won a bag of chocolate (nice chocolate at that!).  You can't beat that with a stick.  After the game and the presents, Shannon (the mother-to-be) got to ask any questions on motherhood that she had and glean advice from all the experienced mothers in the room (which of course didn't include me).  This portion of the party was both interesting and disgusting.  It reminded me of how glad I am that I myself am not pregnant and not about to go through all of this weirdness.  The shower was about an hour drive for me (in Wakeforest), so to make the trip a little more worthwhile I stayed after the shower for a bit to spend some time with my old roomie.  I helped her with some set up for the baby's nursery and we had some good girl talk.  Again, you can't beat that with a stick.  All in all, I had a really great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have some time off of work in mid August and I will be going home.  So for all you Augustans, I hope to see you while I am there.  I'll be around from the evening of August 13th through the afternoon of August 17th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6475733318061759183?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6475733318061759183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6475733318061759183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6475733318061759183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6475733318061759183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-wonder-i-am-exaughsted.html' title='No wonder I am exaughsted. . .'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8804028237199734576</id><published>2008-07-16T10:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:21:01.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conference</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the annual South East Regional Vineyard Worhip Leader's Conference. Wow. Just so much to process. I had a really good time of getting new ideas and refocusing and being inspired just by being around all these other artsy-fartsy creative types. I feel rejuvenated as a worship leader and as a church leader and as a Christian and as a human being in general (that's alot isn't it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am left to the task of taking all this energy and momentum I got this weekend and putting into work in a practical and sustainable way. I am in the process of writing down all my action points. I may write a post more about this later, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the pet sitting mania is starting to die down. I am grateful for this and also a little apprehensive. On one hand, my life has seemed to be spiraling out of control over the last month with all the busyness. There was about a week or two there where I was house sitting for five different people all at the same time. This on top of a full-time job and church responsibilities was just insane, literally more than I could possibly do. Thankfully, Rodger and Angela have picked up the slack for me on some of the church work this month, which helped me maintain some form of sanity. So all this to say that, time wise, I am glad to be down to two pet sitting jobs for the next two weeks and after that, I am down to my one regular dog walk during my lunch breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say that the extra income from all this work has been good. Really good. I am thrilled that I am actually able to save money and not just scrape by! So with pet sitting going down now that the summer vacation season is coming closer to an end, I do have my concerns about what this will mean financially, but c'est la vie. I will figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;The new roommate comes in about a week and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am a not soooo busy with pet sitting. I am working on all the final touches of making my apartment roommate friendly and finding the last few furnishings for her room. The main things left to do are:&lt;br /&gt;1. Find a dresser for her room.&lt;br /&gt;2. Assemble the etagere (sp?) for the bathroom. It is a fairly small bathroom and we girls need all the useable bathroom space we can get!&lt;br /&gt;3. Figure out a good shelf arrangement for the kitchen. There sould be plenty of space in the kitchen for the two of us, I just need to rearrange all my junk to give her some space.&lt;br /&gt;4. Rearrange the living room (again). I recently acquired an entertainment center (for free!), so now I just need to figure out how to make my furniture all work together.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get all my junk out of the closets in the extra room and find new "homes" for it all. There should be plenty of space for everything. I just need to work it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my jobs for this Saturday, primarily. I may find some time to get some of these things accomplished in the evening when I get home from work, but usually I am not capable of much mental activity at the end of the work day. So trying to follow the instructions to assemble my etagere is just completely out of the question until Saturday rolls around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8804028237199734576?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8804028237199734576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8804028237199734576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8804028237199734576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8804028237199734576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/07/conference.html' title='The Conference'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6150474584164212748</id><published>2008-07-12T09:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:14:29.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Glad It's the Weekend!</title><content type='html'>So glad it's the weekend and I get Monday and Tuesday off of work so that I can attend a worship leaders conference! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I get to see the Sansbury's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad my finances have acutally stablized enough that I am to the point of being able to save money each month and not just have to scrape by from paycheck to paycheck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I found a boxspring for the bed in my extra room.  Now if I can just find a way to transport it. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad my roommate comes in just two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I got to hang out with Drew and Carolina and Paul last night, but sad that Drew might be moving to Ashville.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6150474584164212748?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6150474584164212748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6150474584164212748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6150474584164212748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6150474584164212748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-glad-its-weekend.html' title='So Glad It&apos;s the Weekend!'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6123127623965666785</id><published>2008-07-06T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:35:02.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fourth, The Rain, The Change of Plans, The Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>Independence Day came and went without any fireworks for me this year.  It rained cats and dogs on the evening of the fourth here in my little corner of North Carolina.  But it was a good time nonetheless.  (1) Day off from the law office, (2) time to read and catch some sun by the pool, (3) no pet sitting catastrophies, (4) cook out at Brendan andVicki's, and (5) playing Rumikub. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had afternoon plans to meet up with a friend to go with him to do some shopping he needed to do and also to go to Duke Gardens.  We had lunch and hit the shopping mall.  While at the mall, it started raining cats and dogs again.  So we did what seemed the best, most reasonable option given the circumstances.  We decided to skip on our plans for Duke Gardens and go to the Cheesecake Factory instead.  Mmmmmmm, cheesecake.  It was the first time I had ever been to the Cheesecake Factory.  I got the Dutch Apple Cheesecake and a latte.  It was delicious, but now I feel the need to go out and run, run, run.  I have been too spoiled these last two weeks with all these wonderful desserts.  I think it is time to cut back on the amount of dessert I'm eating and up the amount of time I spend exercising!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6123127623965666785?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6123127623965666785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6123127623965666785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6123127623965666785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6123127623965666785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-rain-change-of-plans-cheesecake.html' title='The Fourth, The Rain, The Change of Plans, The Cheesecake'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2332960869506683595</id><published>2008-07-05T08:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:51:51.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weird Pet Sitting Day</title><content type='html'>Generally speaking, I absolutely love my pet sitting job. It is decent money for a job that is pretty much enjoyable for me, is not stressful, doesn't take much thought, and does not emotionally drain me in anyway. So the only thing I may complain about from time to time is the occasional allergy flare up, due to the fact that I do have mild allergies to dogs and some cats. (It's really wierd, but I am not allergic to all cats just some of them. I can't explain it. It just is what it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, Thursday was the weirdest and possibly most stressful day I have had as a pet sitter, certainly as a pet sitter in Chapel Hill and maybe even in my entire pet sitting career (if you can call pet sitting a career).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thursday afternoon I went to walk the dog that I walk three times/week on my lunch breaks from the law office. The walk was all fine and dandy until the dog goes number two and a stick comes out. Well, the stick didn't come all the way out, just partially and then was just sticking out of the dog's butt. It was so gross and weird and I didn't know what to do. I kept walking her for a bit, hoping that the stick would work it's way out or that she would go number two again and it would come out. No such luck, our walk was coming to an end and the stick was still there. Finally, I got another stick, lifted up her tail, and sort of scraped the stick out. Yuck. It's times like this that I don't at all feel guilty about the fact that these people pay the agency $18/walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got an email on Thursday from a client who is out of town for a month and I am looking after her three kitties while she is gone. I go to her home everyday and give the kitties food and fresh water and scoop the litter. Everyday when I come, their food bowls are empty again and, due to the fact that the water bowl is so close to the food bowl, their water is quite dirty from the kitties getting food in their water. Apparently, the client was in town for the afternoon. She stopped by her house and found their bowls empty and their water dirty. She sent me an email basically saying that it didn't look like I had been to her house for several days (which was absolutely not the case). I responded via email and phone. I think the situation is resolved now, but it was very upsetting and stressful for me. (I can't stand it when I feel people are displeased with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thursday evening I was to start a new job for a client who had to go out of town quite unexpectedly and in a hurry. So this client hired the agency to send someone to look after her kitty without meeting the actual pet sitter ahead of time. I did get to speak to the client over the phone, but I didn't get to go to the house or meet the kitty ahead of time. So I mapquested the address and went on my merry way. Well, mapquest pretty much botched it up. Long story short, mapquest had taken me about a 30 minute drive from where I should have been and I had to call the client to get verbal directions from her. Then, of course, I missed a street and drove about seven more miles out of my way. Finally, after an hour and a half of driving around, I found the place. I was so stinking frustrated by the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I was very glad to have Friday off from the law office so I could have at least a little extra relax and unwind time. Last Thursday made me very grateful for all the days when things go as planned and aren't too stressful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2332960869506683595?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2332960869506683595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2332960869506683595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2332960869506683595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2332960869506683595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/07/weird-pet-sitting-day.html' title='A Weird Pet Sitting Day'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4184571415192551491</id><published>2008-07-01T07:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:44:46.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lossing Motivation</title><content type='html'>Does anybody know a cure for loss of motivation?  I feel like I am going through one of those little phases where you only have enough motivation to get the bare minimum done.  I don't really like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, just to let you all know, my dinner at Elaine's was very nice.  The atmosphere in the restuarant was nice, not the best I have ever seen, but very nice nonetheless.  The entree was really good.  I got the Alaskan halibut and I can highly recommend that.  My date ordered the wine, so I'm not sure what he ordered, but it I do know it was a cabernet sauvignon and it was good.  Neither of us ordered a starter so I cannot comment on that.  But dessert. . . now I will rave about the dessert, but I must make a comment on the prices before I go on to the dessert.  The meal was good, but overpriced.  I was able to thoroughly enjoy every bite, knowing that I was not paying for the meal.  But when I added it all up in my head after the fact, for 2 entrees, 2 glasses of wine, 2 desserts, taxes, and tip. . . I am certain that more than $100.00 was spent on our meal.  If it was me paying, I would not have felt the meal was that good, with one important exception. . . dessert.  I had Elaine's warm chocolate cake. . . it was absolutely heaven on earth.  It far exceeded its dollar value.  In fact, after one bite of it, if you asked me what I would pay for it. . . I may have said something along the lines of my right hand, my first born child, or my very soul (just kidding, but I am making the point that it really was the best chocolate cake I have ever eaten in my life).  So if and when I go back to Elaine's I may stick to a starter, a glass of water, and chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my visit with my sister was good.  Lots of girl talk and lying out by the pool.  It was fabulous.  We had a good time at the show we went to last Thursday night.  Me Without You was headlining and they were great.  Mary and I missed the first band entirely because we came late, but we caught most of the second band and I really enjoyed them as well.  The second band was Maps and Atlases.  I enjoyed them at the show and now a friend is letting me borrow their cd and I am enjoying them even more.  In concert, they sounded to me like Dave Matthews meets Modest Mouse, but on cd it sounds to me more like Phillip Glass meets Modest Mouse.  Anyhow, there is some definite Modest Mouse vibe in there.  And I like it.  I would not yet say that I love it, but definitely like with the potential to grow into love, given enough time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is quite busy work wise.  I have regular hours Mon-Thursday at the law office (Friday off for the Fourth of July!).  But in the evenings and mornings and lunch breaks I am house sitting and dog walking for four different people.  And on top of that, the usual church stuff.  Which brings me back to the beginning of this post. . . I need to stay motivated!  How do I get my motivation back?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4184571415192551491?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4184571415192551491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4184571415192551491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4184571415192551491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4184571415192551491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/07/lossing-motivation.html' title='Lossing Motivation'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-618864652715001292</id><published>2008-06-26T10:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:01:11.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday. I am now 28. I feel neutral about this, but I have noticed that people over this last year or two are starting to say things to me like "well, that's just aging for you" or "I guess we aren't as young as we used to be", and I must say I find these comments highly annoying. I can say things like this about myself from time to time, but it is kind of insulting when other people say them to you. Alright, enough ranting on the getting older comments. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday will, of course, be fun. My little sister is coming into town today. I'll get to see her when I get off work! This evening a bunch of people are coming over to my place to play volleyball and grill out. This will be mostly church people, but maybe one or two other friends outside of church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After V-ball and dinner, Mary and I will go see Me Without You (Mary's favorite band) at the Cat's Cradle. I will stay out way too late and when we get home we will smoke cigars and drink beer until the wee hours of the morning. The next morning I will go to work and probably be a zombie (because "I'm not as young as I used to be").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow evening, I am very much looking forward to a friend treating me to dinner at a very nice restaurant and wearing the cute sundress I bought a few weeks ago. Then we will watch a movie at my place and there is a high possibility I will be so tired that I may fall asleep during the film, but I will do my best to stay awake (especially because we will be watching Juno and I have been wanting to see this movie for ages!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is how you turn 28. That is all ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-618864652715001292?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/618864652715001292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=618864652715001292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/618864652715001292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/618864652715001292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8947208828717965522</id><published>2008-06-24T15:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:11:23.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Solve A Puzzle</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who is here from Germany.  He is going back to Germany to visit for a couple of weeks and, of course, is expected to bring presents.  He is stumped on gifts for children.  Here are the "requirements" for the gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  There are several children and he wants to get one (maybe two) gift(s) that they can all share and play with together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The age range of the children is from 3-12 years old.  Some are boys, some are girls, but the girls are the older ones and the boys are younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  He would prefer to get something that is more outdoor oriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The game/toy must be very "American". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial suggestions of jump ropes and sidewalk chalk were swiftly rejected because they were not specifically "American" enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8947208828717965522?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8947208828717965522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8947208828717965522' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8947208828717965522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8947208828717965522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/help-me-solve-puzzle.html' title='Help Me Solve A Puzzle'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3256652315297708424</id><published>2008-06-21T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:58:21.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roommate: Season 1, Episode 3</title><content type='html'>After lots of thought and careful deliberation and prayer and lost sleep and many emails and several phone calls and a visit or two from different potential roommates and a whole notebook full of charts . . . I made an offer to the girl I felt was the one I was most excited about rooming with. . . and she said yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about a month Ruchita will be flying in from India and moving in with me!  I am pretty much excited.  Now I just have to get the room ready for her.  I just need basic bedroom furniture.  Craigslist here I come again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3256652315297708424?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3256652315297708424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3256652315297708424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3256652315297708424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3256652315297708424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/roommate-season-1-episode-3.html' title='The Roommate: Season 1, Episode 3'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-1360063350057416409</id><published>2008-06-20T20:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:33:41.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roommate: Season 1, Episode 2</title><content type='html'>I have narrowed the twenty down to three. Of course, I have saved the info on all of them, just in case it does not work out with one of my top three for one reason or another. All three of these girls seem like our personalities would be compatible and that they would be completely capable of paying their portion of the rent (which is kind of important) and all of their references had beaming reports on how wonderful this person is as a roommate. Here is a little about my top three in no particular order. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A 27 y/o girl from India. She is coming to Chapel Hill to do a doctorate in Economics. She likes hiking and to watch movies and she even made a "Friends" reference in one of her emails, which really got her in good with me :). The perks with her: (1) she said she would show me how to cook indian food, (2) I get to experience a little bit of a different culture without having to pay a plane ticket, and (3) if I ever get to go to India I might just have a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A 24 y/o girl from Indianna. She is coming to study Physical Therapy at UNC. The perks with this one: (1) she has her own car (I mention this because several of the applicants did not have cars, which shouldn't really make a difference for me, but I am a little worried that no car means that they will be asking me for rides on a regular basis and I already get enough of that from people I don't live with) and (2) she has a great sense of fashion and decorating (so her former roommate says).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A 26 y/o girl from NY orginally, but living in Greenville, NC currently. She will be studying psychology at UNC. The perks with this one: (1) she also has a car and (2) I actually get to meet this one before I ask her to move in with me (the other two are so long distance that I just have to communicate through email and phone). This one is coming to meet me and see the apartment on Monday evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-1360063350057416409?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/1360063350057416409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=1360063350057416409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1360063350057416409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1360063350057416409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/roommate-season-1-episode-2.html' title='The Roommate: Season 1, Episode 2'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-9179806331466840738</id><published>2008-06-19T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:43:26.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roommate:  Season 1</title><content type='html'>I am living my own reality show at the moment.  I am calling it "The Roommate". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am in the market for a roommate.  After a few months to settle into my new surroundings, I feel ready and excited to take on a roommate.  This will of course be a good financial move.  I also hope it will mean I have a built in friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted an ad on craigslist and got what felt like ten million responses, but was actually about twenty.  So the last few days have been tons of emailing and facebooking and myspacing and telephone conversations.  The next few days will be meeting potential roommates and contacting their references and more emailing and more phone conversations and lots of chart making. (I am a chart geek.  I can't help it, I love them.)  And little by little, all but one will be eliminated. . . (it sounds like it has the makings for a reality show to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-9179806331466840738?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/9179806331466840738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=9179806331466840738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/9179806331466840738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/9179806331466840738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/roommate-season-1.html' title='The Roommate:  Season 1'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2975273557371647683</id><published>2008-06-09T16:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:38:49.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the Ride</title><content type='html'>The first several months after moving to North Carolina could be simplified into one single word. . . survival. That might be a tad dramatic, but only a tad. OK, no I was never at death's door and at no point (to my knowledge) was anybody stalking me with any harmful intent, but there were plenty of trials and stressful circumstances and loneliness and disappointments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the moment, many of the difficult circumstances have either been resolved or put off for me to deal with at a later date. And to add to the minimized stress in my life, I feel like I am actually making friends here. I have been going out to eat with people, going to the movies, having people over to watch movies, meeting people for coffee, meeting people for beer, having people over to play volleyball, having people over to make cookies, painting pottery with people, and the list goes on. And I love it. I must admit that somedays I get home and, between my full-time job, two part-time jobs, and social life, I am thoroughly exhausted, but is that good kind of tired. At the end of the day, I lie down in my bed and just before I fall dead asleep (within two minutes of head hitting the pillow) I feel really alive. It is a good feeling. Just thought I would share that with you all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2975273557371647683?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2975273557371647683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2975273557371647683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2975273557371647683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2975273557371647683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/enjoying-ride.html' title='Enjoying the Ride'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3771449513005405075</id><published>2008-06-02T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:34:34.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wining, Dining, Over the Rhining</title><content type='html'>My wonderful weekend/Monday in a nutshell. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday -&lt;br /&gt;Work = boring, boring, boring.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with my new friend at Mediterranean Deli = yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Painting pottery at Paint the Earth (a shop on Franklin Street), also with my new friend = good times. But we couldn't finish our artwork before the shop closed on Friday night, so we had round two on Saturday afternoon. Our masterpieces will be fired this week and ready for pick-up on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Beer at Goodfellows, also with new friend = good conversation and good people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday -&lt;br /&gt;Consultation for a new pet sitting client = another job for this coming weekend. Yay for money coming in!&lt;br /&gt;Visit with Rodger and Angela while I was in their neighborhood = a little catch up time with my closest friends in Chapel Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch and Round Two of Pottery Painting = masterpieces completed and more hang out time with the funniest German philosopher I know.&lt;br /&gt;Esther arrives = extreme jubilation for me.&lt;br /&gt;Esther and I see Sex in the City = the movie was just like the show. We were pleased. Why mess with perfection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday -&lt;br /&gt;Icecream in Hillsborough = yummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Church = good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Over the Rhine Concert = the opening act was so good that one of her songs made me cry. OTR was wonderful as always. They did two encores. I could have died a happy woman that night.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chip Cookies = yumm, but I think I gained three pounds this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday -&lt;br /&gt;Work at Law Office = boring.&lt;br /&gt;Pet Sitting Job on Lunch Break = I almost got attacked by a dog. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti and Wine for Dinner = good food and good wine with Esther while she is still in town.&lt;br /&gt;Bella = great movie. I highly recommend it. Seriously, stop reading this blog and go get that movie.&lt;br /&gt;Cigars on the Volleyball Court = enjoyment of cigars with one of my only cigar-smoking girl friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3771449513005405075?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3771449513005405075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3771449513005405075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3771449513005405075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3771449513005405075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/06/wining-dining-over-rhining.html' title='Wining, Dining, Over the Rhining'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5684421215510396905</id><published>2008-05-30T12:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:22:53.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball Night</title><content type='html'>Last night eleven church friends came over to my place to grill out and play volleyball. It was really fun. We got to feed burgers and pasta salad to some of my neighbors, and one neighbor even joined us for volleyball. It was pretty cool. I am really loving where I live. It is so nice to be able to host an event like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much else to say right now; however, as I mentioned in my last blog, this weekend has more than its fair share of good stuff going on. So hopefully, I will blog again Monday or Tuesday of next week (more than likely it will have to wait till Tuesday).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5684421215510396905?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5684421215510396905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5684421215510396905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5684421215510396905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5684421215510396905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/volleyball-night.html' title='Volleyball Night'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7142022470708591107</id><published>2008-05-28T11:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T11:50:27.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day/Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, I am back to the NC after a great weekend in good old GA. The weekend was sooooo great. Family, friends, and a housewarming party. Who could ask for anything more? There were a few friends I either didn't get to see at all or barely saw at all that I really would have liked to do some catching up with, but it is hard to find time for all your family and many of the friends you made over the course of about 15 years of living in that city. Sigh. But like I said, the time I had with the people I did get to see was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older sister threw me a housewarming party, which was so nice. I got lots of little odds and ends I have been needing/wanting for my place (lamps, sheets, towels, candles, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, back when my little sister and I lived together, my parents gave her and I a TV for Christmas. When we moved out of that house and were no longer living together, I let her have the TV because I'm just not that much of a TV person. But now, she has another TV and gave me ours, which was great because the TV I was using was a tinsy 10" screen and ours is significantly larger (don't know the exact measurement though. So last night I hooked it up and discovered that for some reason this TV picks up way more stations than my little 10" did. With the 10" TV I was picking up about 13 stations consistantly and occasionally I could pick up 2 or 3 extra stations, but with my bigger TV I am picking up like 90 stations! I don't know the hows and whys on all of that, but. . . whatever. Now I still don't like the idea of becoming a TV junkie, but these days my social calendar is not what it used to be and I have to admit that I am turning to the tube a little more regularly. Am I glad about this? Not really. But it is what it is, and at least it's free (well not really, I'm sure the charge is included in my rent but I don't really have a choice about taking that out). Ok, enough rambling about a stupid TV :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week/weekend I am looking forward to a handful of events:&lt;br /&gt;(1) A cook out and volleyball with church friends at my apartment on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Going to dinner and a paint-your-own-pottery place in Chapel Hill with a new friend on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Esther coming to visit on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;(4) The new Sex in the City movie coming out! (I have to admit that Sex in the City is one of my guilty pleasures)&lt;br /&gt;(5) Over the Rhine concert on Sunday night! (I would like to add that I could literally walk to this concert from my apartment. Have I mentioned that I love living in Carrboro?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least my social calendar this week is up enough that I won't be resorting to the TV too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7142022470708591107?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7142022470708591107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7142022470708591107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7142022470708591107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7142022470708591107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-dayweekend.html' title='Memorial Day/Weekend'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2776409288259449838</id><published>2008-05-19T08:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:25:07.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From a Wonderful Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, its Monday again and that means back to work. But at least this week is sandwiched between two great weekends. (D.C. this past weekend to visit Sara and Esther and home to Augusta next weekend to visit family and many friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.C. was great. No traffic problems there or back (woo hoo!) and great girl bonding time. I got in late on Friday evening and Sara, Esther, and I just spent sometime catching up on all the latest. Saturday, we met some of their friends for brunch and ate out on the lawn. It was beautiful weather and we practiced the fine art of throwing grapes in the air and catching them in our mouths (and also throwing grapes into other people's mouths). Then we went to an Asian Festival and just wandered around town for awhile making the most of the gorgeous day. Later, one of their friends made us an awesome dinner (Indian food. . . yummmmm) and we went out dancing (80s Night!!!!!!). I had to leave Sunday morning, but it was still a completely worthwhile visit, especially since both of them will be in Egypt all summer. I'll get to see Esther one more time before she goes (she is coming to visit me in two weeks!), but I won't see Sara again for several months (bummer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to next weekend. . . may it be every bit as wonderful as this past weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2776409288259449838?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2776409288259449838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2776409288259449838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2776409288259449838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2776409288259449838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-from-wonderful-weekend.html' title='Back From a Wonderful Weekend'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6934077099657705153</id><published>2008-05-16T23:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:32:55.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Downstairs Neighbor's Friends are a Little Scary</title><content type='html'>In general I really like my apartment complex.  Sure, I had a rocky time at first with the apartment management not really being very responsive or helpful, and the guys I moved in after left the place looking like a train wreck.  But after those initial annoyances, I had not one complaint.  I haven't had overly noisy neighbors or an unreasonable gas bill to deal with, and since I have actually moved in the apartment management has actually been very helpful and freindly (I think it was just the one girl, who was incharge of taking care of my lease, who was not really doing her job).  So on the whole, I would say my living experience there has been a good one thus far; however, I did have quite a shocker last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out running around doing various and sundry tasks that one must do on a Saturday.  I realized that I left something at my apartment that  I needed, so I went back to my complex.  I always listen to music in the car and sometimes when I get out I am still humming the last song I heard.  So I hop out of my car humming away and jog up the first flight of stairs (I am on the third floor), but at the second floor a man who doesn't seem to speak english is shushing me.  I was a little suprised and slightly offended and asked him why.  He doesn't say anything, but points to his other hand which is holding a snake by the head!!!!  So I just stood there in a mix of horror and shock and curiousity for about 30 seconds before I realized that I needed to just go up to my apartment and pray that the strange snake handler would leave and take his snake with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was this guy doing?  He was just standing outside of my downstairs neighbors apartment knocking on his door.  Was he trying to suprise my neighbor?  Did my neighbor lose his pet snake and this guy found it?  Did my neighbors pet snake die and this guy found a replacement for him?  The possibilities are endless.  I just hope that it isn't a reoccuring incident!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6934077099657705153?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6934077099657705153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6934077099657705153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6934077099657705153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6934077099657705153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-downstairs-neighbors-friends-are.html' title='My Downstairs Neighbor&apos;s Friends are a Little Scary'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4105323935747604611</id><published>2008-05-13T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:02:30.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living For the Weekend</title><content type='html'>My next two weekends are going to be fan-freaking-tastic.  This weekend I am going on a whirlwind trip to D.C. to visit with Sara and Esther K and still make it back to North Carolina in time for church on Sunday evening.  There will be dancing and catching up and (as always with the me and the Kauffman girls) lots of giggling and acting like middle schoolers.  I cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I am going home to GA for a nice long weekend (thanks to Memorial Day!).  Hallelujah.  I miss my mom so bad.  I miss everybody else there alot too, but I'm really, really missing my mom.  I haven't been home since Christmas and it has been hard.  Luckily several people have come up to visit me.  All of my family, except my brother and his crew, have come up to visit at some point.  My friend Shelley came to visit me twice (she gets a gold star)!  Alice, Esther, and Dan have all had at least a brief visit with me as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely sometimes living here with my family so far away and most of my close freinds scattered across the ends of the earth.  But I will say that I am getting more accustomed to all the alone time.  I am getting used to my social life being a little less eventful.  I am growing to absolutely love having an apartment sans roommates.  I learn alot about how I like things for myself when I don't have to worry about pleasing or accommodating anyone else.  It's interesting.  For example, I never realized how much I prefer organization over chaos or even organized chaos, until now that I have my own space that I get to keep just how I like it.  Now I am not entirely anal about it, but I have to admit that maybe I am just the tinsiest bit anal about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough rambling about whether or not I'm anal.  I'll try to post again next week after my certain-to-be-fabulous weekend with the Kauffman's.  Have a great rest of the week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4105323935747604611?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4105323935747604611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4105323935747604611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4105323935747604611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4105323935747604611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/living-for-weekend.html' title='Living For the Weekend'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-944791291256628055</id><published>2008-05-09T16:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:36:16.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has It Really Been Three Weeks?</title><content type='html'>I think that is a record for not blogging for me.  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excuse.  I only have a computer at work.  So all personal computer/internet related matters have to be done either on my lunch break or before my workday begins.    To be honest, I sit for eight hours of my day looking at a computer screen, so by the time lunch comes around I am ready to not be looking at the screen.  And showing up early to work sometimes happens and sometimes doesn't.  All this to say that I haven't found the time for blogging recently.  I miss it.  I do manage to read other blogs from time to time, so at least I am able to stay current with what everybody else is up to (provided that they aren't blogging slackers like me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in NC is generally good.  No significant complaints here.  The weather is nice.  My job at the law office is going well.  My job as a pet sitter/dog walker is going pretty well.  Greenleaf is also going pretty well.  My budget is going fairly well also.  Things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1.  The swimming pool at my apartment complex opening later this month!!!!  Woo Hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Going to visit Sara and Esther later this month!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3.  Going home to Augusta at the very end of the month!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4.  Over the Rhine coming to Carrboro at the beginning of June!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5.  Esther coming to visit me at the beginning of June!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Possibly going to Charleston in June to meet up with Mary and Alice! (if my finances permit it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other updates are:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am gradually getting more and more furniture.  My livingroom really looks like a livingroom now!  There are a few more things I would like for my livingroom, but it really is getting there.  Other rooms in the apartment are still decidedly lacking in furniture, but still it's getting there.  My most recent furniture addition was a sleeper sofa for my extra room.  Now when company visits, they actually have a bed of sorts.  Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Alot of babies have been born lately, the most recent addition, as far as my friends go, is Owen Lindsey.  He was just born yesterday, and he is teeeeninsy.  He was born at only 4 lbs and 7oz. (I think).  But he is healthy, just itty bitty.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Working for a divorce attorney is really getting to me.  I am starting to beleive that marriages just don't work.  That is not good, but it's how it seems sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;4.  I can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's hoping I have more excitement in my life soon, so that I'll have something to write about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-944791291256628055?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/944791291256628055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=944791291256628055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/944791291256628055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/944791291256628055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/05/has-it-really-been-three-weeks.html' title='Has It Really Been Three Weeks?'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8658656189850966905</id><published>2008-04-16T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:21.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the CROP Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/SAZLOCNgXbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nXkc10PPPpA/s1600-h/crop+walk+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189918325074845106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/SAZLOCNgXbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nXkc10PPPpA/s400/crop+walk+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Greenleaf/CROP Walk Gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The walk itself was great.  It was a beautiful sunny day and we walked four miles through Chapel Hill and Carrboro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/SAZLOSNgXcI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZB7XT6eN2yA/s1600-h/crop+walk+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189918329369812418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/SAZLOSNgXcI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZB7XT6eN2yA/s400/crop+walk+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a sunburn on my hand in the shape of an octagon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/SAZLOiNgXdI/AAAAAAAAADM/9E-LSZZ1HWs/s1600-h/crop+walk+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189918333664779730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/SAZLOiNgXdI/AAAAAAAAADM/9E-LSZZ1HWs/s400/crop+walk+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunger and Poverty Make Rodger Very Angry!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/SAZLOiNgXeI/AAAAAAAAADU/O7id1S2UT_E/s1600-h/church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189918333664779746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/SAZLOiNgXeI/AAAAAAAAADU/O7id1S2UT_E/s400/church.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being Goofy At Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8658656189850966905?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8658656189850966905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8658656189850966905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8658656189850966905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8658656189850966905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures-from-crop-walk.html' title='Pictures from the CROP Walk'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/SAZLOCNgXbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nXkc10PPPpA/s72-c/crop+walk+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4886479153359178019</id><published>2008-04-11T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:21.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen From Mark's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R__VFTvQ6qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FsfQsIPj1jY/s1600-h/lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188099582928677538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R__VFTvQ6qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FsfQsIPj1jY/s400/lips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4886479153359178019?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4886479153359178019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4886479153359178019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4886479153359178019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4886479153359178019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/04/stolen-from-marks-blog.html' title='Stolen From Mark&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R__VFTvQ6qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FsfQsIPj1jY/s72-c/lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-198427605407545987</id><published>2008-04-04T15:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:12:21.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CROP Walk</title><content type='html'>This blog is to let you all know about an event my church is participating in to help meet the needs of poverty locally and globally.  The event is the CROP Walk.  CROP stands for Communities Responding to Overcome Poverty.  The walk in Chapel Hill is sponsored by Church World Service and the Inter-Faith Council (which is a non-profit organization local to Chapel Hill). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money raised from this event goes to emergency response programs in the U.S. and worldwide, the Immigration and Refugee Program of Church World Service, the Church World Service Social and Economic Development Program, and to programs run by the IFC (Inter-Faith Council).  The IFC runs two homeless shelters in Orange County, a food pantry, a job placement and training program, and other programs to assist people experiencing poverty locally.  You can find out more information on the &lt;a href="http://www.cropwalk.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;CROP Walk&lt;/a&gt; here (who and what the money goes to).  Also the &lt;a href="http://www.churchworldservice.org/annualreport06/finances.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;financial report from Church World Service&lt;/a&gt; is available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am raising money to go toward this cause.  If you would like to contribute, please feel free to visit &lt;a href="https://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=240902&amp;amp;lis=1&amp;amp;kntae240902=810E9662BBD44C9AA47C9DBAAEA7682C&amp;amp;supId=207424622" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;my donation page&lt;/a&gt;.  The actual walk is on April 14th.  I'll let you all know the stats on how it all goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-198427605407545987?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/198427605407545987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=198427605407545987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/198427605407545987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/198427605407545987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/04/crop-walk.html' title='CROP Walk'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4949303655995936759</id><published>2008-03-26T18:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:46:41.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecting a Visit</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that when you are expecting a visit from your sister/best friend time just seems to crawl.  This week has dragged on forever.  I want the weekend.  I want my sister.  It will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what will also be great?  The Office.  April 10th it comes back on the air!  Yipee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4949303655995936759?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4949303655995936759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4949303655995936759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4949303655995936759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4949303655995936759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/03/expecting-visit.html' title='Expecting a Visit'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3236499587575680594</id><published>2008-03-25T14:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:37:09.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time For Everything</title><content type='html'>I called in to a radio talk show this morning.  It was fun.  Everyone should do that at least once in their life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3236499587575680594?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3236499587575680594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3236499587575680594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3236499587575680594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3236499587575680594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First Time For Everything'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-987191396466995374</id><published>2008-03-20T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T08:24:52.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know That You Are Way Too Churchy When. . .</title><content type='html'>You know that you are way too churchy when instead of having the dream/nightmare of being naked at work or school or in public in general, you have one about showing up late to church and being forced to lead worship with songs you have never heard before in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-987191396466995374?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/987191396466995374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=987191396466995374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/987191396466995374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/987191396466995374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-that-you-are-way-too-churchy.html' title='You Know That You Are Way Too Churchy When. . .'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-72797579473851054</id><published>2008-03-12T13:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:22.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>Old friends have been on my mind alot lately. Maybe it is because I am missing all those close friendships now that I am in new, uncharted territories with very few close friendships. Maybe it is just that chance (and Facebook) has reconnected me with some of those old friends. One of those reconnections was with Gordon Spivey, aka "G". G used to do band photos back in the day when I was into the whole Augusta Christian rock band scene, which was in the late nineties (has it really been 10 years?!). G did photos at least for Whistle for Fly, and I don't recall whether he ever did any for the Skadaddles. Anyhow, G hooked me up with some of those old photos. I laughed so hard I cried a little. Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. From the looks of these pictures, we took ourselves way too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R9gSoHfJtWI/AAAAAAAAACU/HO3-kzjtEKU/s1600-h/Whistle+for+Fly+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176908252076160354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R9gSoHfJtWI/AAAAAAAAACU/HO3-kzjtEKU/s400/Whistle+for+Fly+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the old Orwells Cafe T-Shirt Curtis is sporting.  Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R9gSonfJtXI/AAAAAAAAACc/xY-qERAO3lw/s1600-h/Whistle+for+Fly+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176908260666094962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R9gSonfJtXI/AAAAAAAAACc/xY-qERAO3lw/s400/Whistle+for+Fly+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am stylin' and profilin' in a Pinky and the Brain T-Shirt and my plaid wanna be converse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R9gSo3fJtYI/AAAAAAAAACk/c4LYkR_tPTI/s1600-h/Whistle+for+Fly+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176908264961062274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R9gSo3fJtYI/AAAAAAAAACk/c4LYkR_tPTI/s400/Whistle+for+Fly+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't we just so goth in this one?  Or maybe we are supposed to be serial killers?  Take your pick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R9gSrHfJtZI/AAAAAAAAACs/xfnwC_u3qpU/s1600-h/Whistle+for+Fly+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176908303615767954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R9gSrHfJtZI/AAAAAAAAACs/xfnwC_u3qpU/s400/Whistle+for+Fly+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This might be my favorite.  We look like the pound puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-72797579473851054?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/72797579473851054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=72797579473851054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/72797579473851054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/72797579473851054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/03/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R9gSoHfJtWI/AAAAAAAAACU/HO3-kzjtEKU/s72-c/Whistle+for+Fly+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5356227925786442462</id><published>2008-03-10T13:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:48:30.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Just Funny That Way</title><content type='html'>Last night I was on the phone with one of my old Augusta friends. We caught each other up on all the latest goings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt; and what not. &lt;a href="http://www.vccaugusta.org/"&gt;Her church &lt;/a&gt;is the one that sent out &lt;a href="http://theinnercesspool.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rodger&lt;/a&gt;, Angela, and myself to plant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenleafvineyard.com/"&gt;Greenleaf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She and I used to be in a home group together. We also used to lead worship together. So we had a good long talk about how our respective churches were doing and about how our mutual friends were doing and how we ourselves were doing. She was saying how it had been so great to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Greenleaf&lt;/span&gt; develop from the very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; stages of Rodger and Angela just thinking about church planting to where it is now, an actual church. And that got me thinking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; about that year I spent in Augusta (post-Egypt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-North Carolina) and all the praying for and thinking about and preparing for the church plant. And that got me thinking about my friendship with Rodger and Angela. When I met Rodger and Angela, I had absolutely no idea that I would eventually be moving five hours away from my family and friends so that I could work with them to build a church. I just thought they were nice people who I had some common friends with. But God had plans and He knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always amazed at the twists and turns life has. I am always wondering what the future will hold and how relationships will grow and change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5356227925786442462?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5356227925786442462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5356227925786442462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5356227925786442462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5356227925786442462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-just-funny-that-way.html' title='Life Is Just Funny That Way'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4878570786976138980</id><published>2008-02-21T15:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T08:23:02.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Mornings</title><content type='html'>Some mornings as I'm getting ready for work, I look at myself in the mirror and think that none of this fits. I look at myself and realize that I am just a little girl playing dress up. I'm not really an adult. I don't really belong in these adult clothes.&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;Again, the date is wrong.  It is Thursday, February 28, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4878570786976138980?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4878570786976138980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4878570786976138980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4878570786976138980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4878570786976138980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-mornings.html' title='Some Mornings'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3382167700976539280</id><published>2008-02-21T15:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:27:42.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Planting Update</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday Greenleaf held its "What the Heck is Greenleaf?" service. Some of you may be asking what the heck is a what the heck is Greenleaf service. For more detailed answers to that question, please see &lt;a href="http://theinnercesspool.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rodger's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the essence of time, I will just report a few things that are standing out in my mind from last Sunday and from the church more generally speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are growing! We started with three. . . now we are hovering around 20! This last service we had 22 (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We have our first home group. It is a floating home group, meaning we rotate whose home we meet at. It is fun. I love home groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My little worship team is developing. First it was just me. Then we added a percussionist. Now I am practicing with another guitar player in hopes that as the church grows and he becomes more familiar with the music, he will help out on Sunday evenings. Also, as we get more home groups, he might potentially lead in the homegroup setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We are continuing to reach out. We have been working with the Inter-Faith Council here in Chapel Hill to meet the needs of the poor and homeless in our community. Our newest project is the CROP Walk. I'll post more about it in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We are dreaming and praying big. Our little church really believes that God is at work in our community. We want to be a part of what He is doing more than anything else. We want to see miraculous things happen. We want to see lives changed! Pray with us for big things!&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whay this happens so often now, but the date on this post is wrong.  It is actually Tuesday, February 26, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3382167700976539280?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3382167700976539280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3382167700976539280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3382167700976539280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3382167700976539280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/02/church-planting-update.html' title='Church Planting Update'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8072003740519526761</id><published>2008-02-21T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T15:28:55.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Season of "Love"</title><content type='html'>Love is supposedly in the air this time of year, but not for moi.  I work for a divorce attorney.  If it is in fact "love" in the air around here, it is more like the foul stench of love gone bad.  Perhaps it is love that was neglected in a dark corner or closet or outside in the elements where it molded and mildewed and rotted for years before anyone came to grips with the fact that they had to deal with it in some way, shape, or form. &lt;br /&gt;I also found it interesting that the number of new clients we had coming on the three days coming up to V-Day (Valentine's) was significantly higher than our normal number of new clientele.  All of these clients were wanting to separate from their spouse, and most of them after 25 years of marriage!  These weren't just kids who foolishly rushed into marriage to someone they didn't really need to be marrying in the first place.  Anyhow, I mentioned this observation to my boss and he says that this increase in separations around V-Day happens every year without fail, and he added that it also happens at Christmas time. &lt;br /&gt;My theory on this phenomenon is that around these holidays people have heightened expectations about what their life is supposed to look like or how they are supposed to feel.  When they realize that their expectations are just not a reality in their life, they get disheartened and give up.  It is the same rationale I have for why the suicide rate goes up around Christmas time.  It is sad and sobering.  It gives this commitment-phobe one more reason to be glad I'm single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8072003740519526761?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8072003740519526761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8072003740519526761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8072003740519526761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8072003740519526761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-this-season-of-love.html' title='In This Season of &quot;Love&quot;'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3644144041210082705</id><published>2008-02-07T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:22.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R7BKBr7ueiI/AAAAAAAAACM/I__JBYOZ9ek/s1600-h/3829940913_ORIG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165710165427517986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R7BKBr7ueiI/AAAAAAAAACM/I__JBYOZ9ek/s400/3829940913_ORIG.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Dan In One of the Tarheel Shops on Franklin Street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This weekend was one of the best since I've come to Chapel Hill. A couple of weeks ago I discovered that one of my college roommates is living in Raleigh and is only about 45 minutes away from where I live. So we made arrangements to meet halfway for dinner on Saturday night. It was so great to see her again and catch up on life. It is also so great to know that I have a really good friend who is within a reasonable driving distance from my home .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Friday my former boss from Augusta called to say that he was coming to Chapel Hill on Sunday with his parents and his son (who was my guitar student) for the Carolina/Clemson game. As it turned out, I only had a short visit of about 45 minutes with them. But still, it is always so nice to see some familiar friendly faces and get a few hugs and words of encouragement where you can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in all, it was a great weekend. I have high hopes for next weekend as well, since my good friend Shelley and her daughters will be coming to stay at my humble abode for a couple of nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;______&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know why or how to fix it, but the date on this post is wrong.  It should be Monday, February 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3644144041210082705?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3644144041210082705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3644144041210082705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3644144041210082705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3644144041210082705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/02/really-great-weekend.html' title='A Really Great Weekend'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R7BKBr7ueiI/AAAAAAAAACM/I__JBYOZ9ek/s72-c/3829940913_ORIG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7335989560130762395</id><published>2008-02-07T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T15:17:33.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Oddities</title><content type='html'>At the inspiration of &lt;a href="http://nomountian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://ivegot3chickadees.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dianna&lt;/a&gt;, I am posting seven of my quirky charactersitics/tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I talk to myself out loud and I do it all the time. At my house, at work, in the car. I'm sure other drivers, past roommates, and co-workers think I am mental. What am I talking to myself about? Usually I am rehearsing difficult conversations I think I might have to have in the forseeable future, unless I'm at work. When I'm at work and talking to myself, I am usually trying to keep myself focused on the task at hand. I know it's wierd that I have to rehearse conversations, but I HATE conflict and whenever I get in one of those tough conversations I freeze up and can't handle it. So I practice ahead of time to avoid/lessen the whole freezing up scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will eat honey mustard on damn near everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a strong dislike for banana flavored food products. I like bananas themselves quite a lot, but anything banana flavored is just yuck to me. I don't get it, but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't think it's clausterphobia, but I do have some kind of phobia involving being in a large crowd of people and not having enough personal space. I've never had a full on panic attack, but I will get really flustered and can't quite breathe right when I find myself in such a situation. This is why at church I always sit in either the front row or on an aisle seat if it is at all possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't stand it when people say "don't take it personally". I know a lot of times when people say this they are trying to make things better or soften a blow of some sort. But to me, it just seems like a cop out and a rediculous one at that. Please tell me what in our interactions with other human beings is not personal because, to me, it is all personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With me, flattery will get you anywhere almost. Keep stroking my ego, and we will get along juuuuust fine. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I can swallow pills without washing them down with anything, even the really big ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the rules are that I am supposed to tag some people and they have to do the same post on their blog. I am a rule breaker like &lt;a href="http://ivegot3chickadees.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dianna&lt;/a&gt;. If you want to do the post, great. If not, great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7335989560130762395?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7335989560130762395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7335989560130762395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7335989560130762395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7335989560130762395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/02/7-oddities.html' title='7 Oddities'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-1098121750783310318</id><published>2008-02-07T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:06:07.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Out of Touch</title><content type='html'>I rarely go so long between posts, but my lack of recent posting is due to a number of reasons including, but not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have no computer at my apartment.  All personal computer and internet activities must be done during my lunch break at work or when I come in early to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I have actually been really busy for the last two weeks.  Work is busy.  Church is busy.  And I'm actually getting some pet sitting jobs through the pet care agency I signed on with.  All of these things are going well, but keeping me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I haven't had much to say and the things I did have to say weren't particularly amusing or interesting.  So just not much motivation to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am on my lunch break and I am finally caught up with all my regular emailing and online bill paying, etc.  I still don't have much to say, but I'll give you the latest on life in North Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still enjoying my job very much, especially now that I have a little more job security.  It is a busy office and sometimes almost too busy and sometimes not quite so busy.  But generally I don't feel too stressed nor am I ever at a loss for something to do.  My boss is a good guy with a slightly odd sense of humor.  It is a good fit for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is feeling more like home everyday.  As I said in my last post, I now have a bed and an incredible comfy chair.  Also, my parents came to visit this past weekend and brought up my boxes with some of my wall art and family pictures.  They also bought me some groceries while they were here.  It was superb.  Also, I arranged area rugs and decorative pillows to create seating areas in my livingroom while I am without a sofa and other chairs.  So it has a sort of homey look and feeling despite the lack of furniture.  I really like having my own place and not feeling like I am ever encroaching on someone else's space.  I might end up getting a roommate somewhere down the line, but I am in no immediate rush for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church is going very well.  Our attendance for the last two Sundays has been 14 both weeks!  And that's including the fact that four of our regulars were not there this past Sunday!  That is some pretty good growth.  Now we just have to keep them coming.  Greenleaf is also having their very first, first home group meeting tonight.  I am excited.  I love home groups.  Especially as the church grows in number, the home group is where real community and relationship happens.  In addition to getting a home group started, Greenleaf is having a special event on February 24th called "What the Heck is Greenleaf?"  The event will be something akin to a newcomer's orientation, in which people can get the background of not only Greenleaf, but of the entire Vineyard movement.  We are all busily planning and preparing for the event.  I am in charge of flyers.  So myself and others who volunteered to help me out have been roaming the streets of Durham, Carrboro, and Chapel Hill posting flyers around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly forming some friendships with people here.  I went with one person from our church to see a local band on Monday night.  The band was good.  The company and conversation was good too.  Last night I went with another person from our church to watch the Carolina/Duke basketball game at a bar on Franklin Street in downtown Chapel Hill.  It was a fun experience, as the University of NC and Duke are huge rivals and the crowds watching the game (even at the bars) get pretty intense about it all.  Angela and Rodger and a couple others met up with us to watch the game also.  A good time was had by all (except for the people who were really and truly bummed about Carolina's loss).  So here's to making friends and getting a life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-1098121750783310318?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/1098121750783310318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=1098121750783310318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1098121750783310318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1098121750783310318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-out-of-touch.html' title='A Little Out of Touch'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8362137500004930097</id><published>2008-01-28T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:34:18.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two More Pieces of Furniture</title><content type='html'>Many thanks to my dear friend Pat who brought my bed and a few more boxes of my stuff up from GA.  He also is letting me borrow for an extended, indefinite period of time the most comfortable chair ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8362137500004930097?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8362137500004930097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8362137500004930097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8362137500004930097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8362137500004930097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-more-pieces-of-furniture.html' title='Two More Pieces of Furniture'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5329055816707396753</id><published>2008-01-22T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:05:57.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The former tenant came back yesterday and reclaimed his furniture and all the other crap he left that I hadn't already thrown out or given away.  So that kinda bummed me out.  The extent of furniture in my apartment now is a coffee table and a bookshelf.  I am literally sleeping on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5329055816707396753?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5329055816707396753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5329055816707396753' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5329055816707396753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5329055816707396753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/01/dang-it.html' title='Dang It!'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6234181967801430067</id><published>2008-01-21T05:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:14:52.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday at about 10:30 am Rodger, Angela, Esther, and I showed up at my new place with two carloads of my stuff and one carload of cleaning supplies (I am taking over the lease for two college guys and intense cleaning was definitely called for). The former tenants not only didn't clean, but also left a bunch of stuff in the apartment. Some of it was just plain trash (i.e. moldy hotdog buns), but some of it was perfectly good stuff that they just left for no apparent reason (i.e. a $60 clipper/trimmer set that looked brand spankin' new with price tags still on it and all). So we weeded out the trash, the recyclables, the goodwill items, and the stuff I was keeping for my self. Some of the items I am keeping are a sofa and two chairs, an air mattress, an inspirational poster of &lt;a href="http://www.prefontainerun.com/"&gt;Steve Prefontaine&lt;/a&gt;, two suitcases, a coffee warmer, a husband pillow, and a few other odds and ends. Anyhow, we cleaned and cleaned and cleaned until it looked like an entirely different place than the one we walked into. We hung curtains, assembled a bookshelf and coffee table (housewarming presents from Esther), arranged furniture, hung pictures, and at the end of it all, it kind of resembled a home. Albeit a home that seriously needs more furniture and many other household items, but a home nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I haven't spent the night over there yet because Esther is in town and I don't yet have decent sleeping arrangements for company, but tonight will be my first night in my new apartment. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6234181967801430067?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6234181967801430067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6234181967801430067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6234181967801430067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6234181967801430067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/01/moving-in.html' title='Moving In'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5293438161736159230</id><published>2008-01-18T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:27:57.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest</title><content type='html'>My car is fixed.  I officially have my own apartment, keys and all.  Esther is visiting me this weekend.  Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5293438161736159230?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5293438161736159230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5293438161736159230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5293438161736159230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5293438161736159230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/01/latest.html' title='The Latest'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-552464343672998787</id><published>2008-01-16T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:29:49.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Highs and Lows</title><content type='html'>Where do I begin with this week?  Well, let's back track a little. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to December 19th, I put my paper work in for an apartment in Carrboro.  This began a frustrating saga of delay after delay which has been on going for nearly a month now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to last week, I began a huge mailing project at work involving somewhere in the ballpark of 2,000 letters going out.  All of these letters are individually addressed and tweaked slightly for each and every person.  So this takes alot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday, my boss and I catch a typo in the letters.  We start to redo what we had already done, then he decides that the typo isn't so significant that we should redo everything.  So we carry on with only a little bit of lost time.  I skip my lunch break to try and make up for the lost time.  No real news on my apartment.  I talked to the lady who had been handling my paperwork, only to find out that she is no longer handling my paperwork and it has been passed on to her superior.  I called her superior, but was only able to leave a message for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I talked to the lady who now is handling my paper work for the apartment.  She is very apologetic for the length of time it has taken and promises me an answer one way or the other by the end of the day.  I never heard back from her that day.  I called back and left a message.  Then at work, a more significant typo is found at about 4:00 pm and we literally have to redo each and every single letter.  I want to shoot myself in the face.  Time, money, effort gone down the drain.  I stay three hours late to work on it.  I leave work only to find that my car won't start.  I sit in my car for 30 or 40 minutes telling myself that the next time I turn the key it will crank.  No such luck.  I call Rodger and Angela to come rescue me.  I eat chinese food while I wait for them.  They come.  We stand out in the cold trying to charge my battery and then replace my battery, but it was all for naught.  My car would not start.  They bought me a snickers bar.  We go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I make significant progress at work and start to feel like I might actually be catching up.  Finally.  I have my car towed to a shop, but they can't work on it until tomorrow.  So I don't know what the damage is gonna be there.  I hope it's not too rediculous.  The apartment people call.  I'm approved!!  Double Finally!!  Yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, hopefully my car will be fixed.  Hopefully it won't be too expensive.  Hopefully I can find the time and the transportation to go by my new apartment complex to sign final paperwork and get my key.  Hopefully there will be no more hang ups at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, Esther comes to visit and help me move in!!  Maybe, just maybe Bee Jay and Alice will come up from GA with my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully all the bad things happened at the beginning of the week and it will all just get better as the week progresses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-552464343672998787?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/552464343672998787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=552464343672998787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/552464343672998787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/552464343672998787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-of-highs-and-lows.html' title='Week of Highs and Lows'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2412101130769757010</id><published>2008-01-12T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:30:50.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Investing is Important (Subtitle: What God is Teaching Me)</title><content type='html'>In my quiet times these days I have been thinking about the past, the present, and the future.  I have been asking God questions like why Chapel Hill?  What should I be doing while I'm here?  School?  Just building relationships?  Focusing on church, church, church?  What is the next step/what am I preparing for in the future?  What have I learned about the past that can guide me in the present/future? Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have answers to all of these questions?  Heck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has God spoken to me at all relating to these question?  I'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I have (forgive the stream of thought writing that might not make any sense to anyone but me):  School is still burning in my heart.  I want to go back.  I want to do education.  I'm really thinking ESL, but that is negotiable.  Chapel Hill is a great area for schools.  If I don't do it at this point in my life, will I ever?  But also while I'm here, I want Chapel Hill to be like Cairo and Augusta were in some ways.  Cairo and Augusta have felt like home.  I have connections with the places themselves and with so many of the people there.  I was invested while I was there and now I want to invest myself in the community here.  Whatever that means, I don't know exactly, but I want it.  In college at LaGrange, I was not invested.  My heart was still in Augusta.  Sure I made a few friends and generally enjoyed my time there, but I was always looking to go back to Augusta and to seeing my friends there.  I don't want to miss out on Chapel Hill the way I missed out on LaGrange.  I want my heart (or at least a third of it) to be here in Chapel Hill.  So that's all I've got.  It's not really a plan of action at this point, but maybe it is the beginnings of such a plan.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Other Updates:&lt;br /&gt;I still am up in the air with the apartment and I don't feel like even talking about it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about going to visit the botanical gardens here in Chapel Hill today with 2 (maybe 3) friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about seeing Esther over MLK weekend.  Either she will visit me or I will visit her.  We haven't decided all the details yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am brainstorming with Sara about doing a half-marathon in the spring with her and then doing a full marathon in the fall with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2412101130769757010?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2412101130769757010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2412101130769757010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2412101130769757010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2412101130769757010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/01/investing-is-important-subtitle-what.html' title='Investing is Important (Subtitle: What God is Teaching Me)'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8579355434397325280</id><published>2008-01-05T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:35:51.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight Rodger, Angela, and I ventured out on the streets of Chapel Hill to accomplish three things: (1) get Rodger a gym membership at a gym where a poster of Arnold Schwartzeneger watches over you as you work out. . . check, (2) laminate signs for our church. . . check, and (3) try bubble tea . . . check.  What in the world is bubble tea?  Read about it &lt;a href="http://www.chillbubbletea.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It was weird and I don't know how I feel about it, but if any of you ever come to visit me. . . you have to try it while you are here.  There is nothing in the world like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8579355434397325280?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8579355434397325280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8579355434397325280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8579355434397325280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8579355434397325280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/01/bubble-tea.html' title='Bubble Tea'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5387285276909176970</id><published>2008-01-04T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:00:21.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        I am frustrated with the lady who is handling my credit/rental history for getting this apartment in Carrboro. If I get this place, I will be taking over the lease for a guy who is moving out of the country. So when I went in on December 19th to give her all my paper work and references and what not, she knew that this whole process was time sensitive. I will give her that the Christmas/New Year holiday was just around the corner, but nevertheless she said that she would have all the work done by Thursday of last week. I am not pushy and were it just a matter of me getting an apartment I probably would just wait patiently and never say a word to this lady. But the poor guy who is trying to be sure he isn't breaking his lease before he leaves the country is stressing out, and understandably so. So yesterday I called her up to find out the status and what was still needing to happen. She still needed to speak with two of my references and there was also some sort of information she needed from the payroll headquarters from my employment. There isn't much I can do about the payroll stuff, I really just have to leave that to her. But I emailed the two references with her contact info and asked them to contact her as soon as they could. Response from reference number 1: "today was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;first time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she called me; I missed her call and I tried to call back twice, but I haven't been able to reach her". Response from reference number two: "she called twice before, but never left her name or what organization she was with in her message, so I figured she had the wrong number; today she called and actually left a name; I called her back twice before actually speaking to her, then she asked for the rental information for somebody else entirely; I told her I never even met that person and then suggested that perhaps she needed the rental history for Dottie Lee; this apparently threw her off completely and she said she would call me back." At this point in time, I'm not sure if she has cleared everything up in her mind and gotten back with my references, but I am so frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5387285276909176970?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5387285276909176970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5387285276909176970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5387285276909176970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5387285276909176970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/01/apartment-frustration.html' title='Apartment Frustration'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3874779733267633039</id><published>2008-01-03T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T06:32:05.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>We got snow in Chapel Hill yesterday!  When it comes to snow, I turn into a kid automatically and just want to run outside to build snowmen and have snowball fights until my hands are frostbitten.  Unfortunately, I was working all day in my office that has no windows.  I missed the snow entirely.  Bummer.  Hopefully there will be more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3874779733267633039?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3874779733267633039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3874779733267633039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3874779733267633039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3874779733267633039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8529556874479313919</id><published>2008-01-01T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:12:18.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year everyone! I hope yours was as wonderfully relaxing as mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am back in North Carolina now. I came back on Sunday, as we had church on Sunday evening here. I went to a New Year's party last night. It was nice, but different since (outside of Rodger and Angela) I only was acquainted with about four of the people there and the rest were total strangers to me. Still it was a nice party and a happy way to bring in the New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I lazed around this morning and took my time getting out of bed and getting ready. Then I went and spent some of the gift cards I got for Christmas. After that, I went to Starbucks (I got two gift cards for Starbucks). I enjoyed a cinnamon chip scone and a triple grande latte while I contemplated decorating ideas/themes for the rooms in my potential apartment. Speaking of the apartment, I still don't know whether I am in or not. I am hoping to know by the end of this week, but I was also hoping to know by the end of last week. We shall see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After daydreaming about my potential apartment for at least a solid hour and a half, I came home and did some reading. Then I forced myself to go jogging. I didn't go running at all when I was in Augusta. I figured I would be too busy visiting with friends and family to really make it a priority, and I was right. So yesterday I eased myself back into gear with a jog/walk for only about 1.5-2 miles. Today I upped it to approximately 4 miles and jogged the whole time. My feet felt like bricks on the ends of my lead-filled legs. Of course on one of my days of getting back into the groove of running again I would cross paths with a man whose legs seemed to be a bout ten feet long and who ran with the grace and speed of a freaking dear. Not only did we cross paths once, as if that weren't enough to make me feel completely inadequate as a runner, no we crossed paths twice. I just have to accept the fact that I will never be one of those really graceful, gorgeous runners. I will always be short. I will always run out of breath just a little more easily than most runners (I have chronic asthma). I will always turn beat red every time my heart rate is raised even a little. Okay, I am going on a complete bunny trail here. The point of this paragraph is supposed to be that I made myself get back into gear right away for three reasons: (1) the longer I wait to get back into it, the harder it will be; (2) I really do love running, even though the first couple of days back are a kick in the pants; and (3) my New Year resolution is to run a marathon this year. I haven't picked which marathon or where or when, but I will make a decision after I have done a little more research as to what my options are and what is realistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8529556874479313919?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8529556874479313919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8529556874479313919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8529556874479313919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8529556874479313919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-routine.html' title='The New Year Post'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3497888802990596818</id><published>2007-12-31T10:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:23:14.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy of Esther. . .</title><content type='html'>I finally have some pictures posted.  I never, never remember to bring a camera anywhere.  But Esther is a picture taking fool these days, so she sent me some from my recent visit to D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  If I'm lucky, my family will send me some from Christmas and I can post some more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3497888802990596818?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3497888802990596818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3497888802990596818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3497888802990596818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3497888802990596818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/courtesy-of-esther.html' title='Courtesy of Esther. . .'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5094960564521200120</id><published>2007-12-31T10:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:19:09.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; 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HEIGHT: 366px" height="596" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1432.jpg" width="445" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four of us had lived in Cairo for some period of time, so when we passed a store in D.C. named the Khan-el-Khalili, which was named after Cairo's famous open air market, we just had to go in and check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2644330005227673043?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2644330005227673043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2644330005227673043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2644330005227673043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2644330005227673043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/khan-el-khalili.html' title='Khan-el-Khalili'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-1500604588537526302</id><published>2007-12-31T10:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:06:21.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Car Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 394px" height="690" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1439.jpg" width="1010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily is a friend of mine who I met during my time in Cairo. As fate would have it, she is now in D.C. So when I made the trip to visit with Esther, I got to see her also! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were walking around the streets of D.C. and found Emily's car match.  We decided that since they match so well, the car was destined to be hers.  Then we tried to find our own matches.  Unfortunately for me, I didn't spot any pink and black vehicles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-1500604588537526302?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/1500604588537526302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=1500604588537526302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1500604588537526302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1500604588537526302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/emilys-car-match.html' title='Emily&apos;s Car Match'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3946159882040035279</id><published>2007-12-31T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:59:12.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More From D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 522px" height="682" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1445.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3946159882040035279?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3946159882040035279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3946159882040035279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3946159882040035279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3946159882040035279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-from-dc.html' title='More From D.C.'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-920322417174110438</id><published>2007-12-30T20:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:34:40.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Series Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 562px" height="747" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1448.jpg" width="672" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="758" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1449.jpg" width="713" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 462px" height="754" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1450.jpg" width="706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-920322417174110438?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/920322417174110438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=920322417174110438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/920322417174110438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/920322417174110438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/mirror-series-continued.html' title='Mirror Series Continued'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-191553532426431903</id><published>2007-12-30T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:25:26.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 602px" height="666" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1456.jpg" width="529" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="745" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1457.jpg" width="647" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 581px" height="753" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1458.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-191553532426431903?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/191553532426431903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=191553532426431903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/191553532426431903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/191553532426431903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/mirror-series.html' title='The Mirror Series'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7812511799867062328</id><published>2007-12-30T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:19:07.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures From D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; HEIGHT: 428px" height="621" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1469.jpg" width="551" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 454px" height="689" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1466.jpg" width="776" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7812511799867062328?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7812511799867062328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7812511799867062328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7812511799867062328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7812511799867062328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/pictures-from-dc.html' title='Pictures From D.C.'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4599592939098718885</id><published>2007-12-30T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:28:21.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Were Wondering. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 503px; HEIGHT: 549px" height="730" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee8/estheraugusta/IMG_1468.jpg" width="982" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit the historic post office in D.C.  It seems that they have a bell ringing society that meets there weekly to learn and practice the art of bell ringing.  We got a kick out of this sign explaining bell ringing and its many benefits.  My favorite line is the one about "euphoric detachment".  Who knew that bell ringing was so intense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4599592939098718885?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4599592939098718885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4599592939098718885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4599592939098718885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4599592939098718885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='In Case You Were Wondering. . .'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7415649403591522313</id><published>2007-12-25T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:08:54.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas From Georgia</title><content type='html'>I am love, love, loving Christmas with my family.  My Aunt and Uncle from Pennsylvania are in town to celebrate with us.  Unfortunately, my brother and his family could not be with us on Christmas day, but I will have the pleasure of spending Friday night with them.  Lots of pictures have been taken of my adorable niece and nephew and I'd like to post some on my blog, but you know how I am. . . I wouldn't hold your breath waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the Christmas Eve service at my church here in Augusta.  It was nice.  I even got the nerve up to invite a friend who is not a church goer.  I think he had a nice time.  I hope he had a nice time.  I always feel so on edge about it.  I don't want my friends to feel uncomfortable at all or like I am trying to pressure them into a weird situation, but I do want to share my life with them and I do want to share myself with them and most of all I do want to share God with them.  So I invited him and he came.  We looked at Christmas lights afterwards and talked about a book he is in the process of writing.  I really enjoyed my time with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you are all having a very merry Christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7415649403591522313?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7415649403591522313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7415649403591522313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7415649403591522313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7415649403591522313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-from-georgia.html' title='Merry Christmas From Georgia'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2041215060571605727</id><published>2007-12-22T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:05:23.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again. . .</title><content type='html'>Jiggity-jog&lt;br /&gt;Home Again, Home Again&lt;br /&gt;With a big, fat hog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of those weird things my mom used to say all the time when I was a kid and never knew what it was about or where it originated from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am home again for the whole week, but I left all my hogs in North Carolina. So if any of you Augustans would like to get together, I would be most grateful for your friendly, familiar faces. The week is already starting to look insanely busy, but good. Well, I'm babysitting my niece and nephew and they are waking up from nap time. So gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2041215060571605727?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2041215060571605727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2041215060571605727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2041215060571605727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2041215060571605727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-again-home-again.html' title='Home Again, Home Again. . .'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5373951291394308778</id><published>2007-12-20T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:49:01.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apartment</title><content type='html'>I looked at an apartment tonight.  The place isn't fabulous with all the bells and whistles that one ideally hopes to find in a place, but it is a good size for me and in a good location for me and at a good price for me.  The things I love about it are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'll have an extra room for music room/office/extra room for visitors (SO FRIENDS HAVE TO COME VISIT ME!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The living room is big enough to host a small group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The bedroom closet is gi-normous and will be spacious enough for my gi-normous wardrobe (I collect clothes as one of my hobbies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The price is very reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I don't love are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The kitchen is teeny tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  No washer/dryer or hookups in the apartment.  You have to use one in the basement of the building or go to the laundry mat.  (But looking on the bright side, I may actually have a chance to meet people while I am doing my laundry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Carpet everywhere but the kitchen and bathroom.  I am more a fan of hardwood floors or even tile.  Plus, I don't currently own a vacuum.  So that's gonna be one more expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  It is on the third floor, which won't be a long term problem but it is gonna suck when I'm moving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in tomorrow to fill out paperwork at the complex.  Pray that things go well.  It would be so awesome to move into my own place as soon as I come back after the holidays.  But if it doesn't work out, it is not the end of the world (although it might feel like it for a day or two).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5373951291394308778?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5373951291394308778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5373951291394308778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5373951291394308778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5373951291394308778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/apartment.html' title='The Apartment'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5276348899271785497</id><published>2007-12-19T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:18:38.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment Hunting</title><content type='html'>I'm looking at an apartment tomorrow. . . and thus the next phase of getting myself settled begins.  Wish me luck!  (and keep wishing me luck on the job front, because I am still a temp and who knows if it will really work out or not)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5276348899271785497?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5276348899271785497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5276348899271785497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5276348899271785497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5276348899271785497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/apartment-hunting.html' title='Apartment Hunting'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7778446343608875839</id><published>2007-12-16T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:26:57.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From D.C.</title><content type='html'>The weekend was great.  I went to D.C. to visit Esther.  Esther has an adorable basement apartment in D.C.  The weekend was spent catching up on each others lives, walking around D.C. in the freezing cold, playing scrabble, and watching a super-cheesy chick flick.  Of course I didn't bring my camera, but Esther took some pictures and she should be sending some to me.  So maybe I'll post some in a couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;Also, tonight was our Christmas service at Greenleaf.  In some ways, our first Christmas service was something akin to the first Christmas itself.  Now don't get me wrong, Jesus' birth was way more monumental than our little service.  But Jesus' birth was humble and things didn't go the way I'm sure Mary and Joseph wanted or planned for.  Similarly, our service was humble with only a small number of us meeting together.  And things didn't go the way Rodger and Angela and I planned.  Angela accidentally left her sermonette at home on the desk.  Rodger forgot the communion bread, so we had to make a stop at the grocery store before church and that made us quite rushed to get to church on time.  I had a special song in the service that was supposed to be me and the two kids singing, but one of the two kids got stage fright so it was just me and the other child.  And the room that was supposed to be left unlocked for us to meet in was locked and we couldn't get in.  So we met in the lobby of the building.  In the end, it all came together and was just fine.  Nothing big and fancy, nothing that gave the appearence of being monumental or important, but hopefully God was honored through it all.  Hopefully, God looked lovingly down on our humble little service and smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7778446343608875839?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7778446343608875839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7778446343608875839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7778446343608875839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7778446343608875839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-from-dc.html' title='Back From D.C.'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8414297505503517601</id><published>2007-12-13T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:11:42.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those days where nothing really amazing happened, but lots of little good things happened and you just find yourself smiling all day long. yay. I like those days alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #1: My boss paid me a compliment today. He thanked me for all my work in the office and complimented how organized and neat everything was and noted that it was so much better than before I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #2: I had this crazy dream last night. I dreamed an episode of The Office. Not like a dream repeating an old episode. This was brand new episode of my very own imagination. I'm sure it was genius. Unfortunately, I can't remember enough of it to make any sense. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #3: I got my oil changed at the best jiffy lube in the world. The employees there were so friendly and helpful to all of the customers, but they treated me like a movie star. Why, you ask? Because my car has over 361,000 miles on it. That is something to be treated with reverence in the jiffy lube world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #4: This was actually from yesterday, but it had me smiling all day today. My boss told me that I have the whole week of Christmas off! Not that I mind working. I'm really loving it, but nothing beats seeing friends and family that I miss like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #5: A phone call from my mom. Sometimes she is just so sweet. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #6: A phone conversation with my friend John. He always says the right things and makes me feel like a million dollars. Plus I found out that one of his friends thinks I have mad Dance, Dance Revolution skills, which is a major self -esteem booster for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #7: A voice mail from my friend Jeremy. He doesn't always say the right things, but when he does. . . you know he means it. :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #8: A comment on my blog from Dianna, and reading her blog as well. She makes me laugh and so do her girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #9: A generally nice/fun evening with Rodger and Angela. I can't put my finger on it, but there was a feeling of pleasantness throughout the house. Not that it is ever really unpleasant, but tonight was exceptionally pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #10: Emails from one of my sisters as well as my sister-in-law. Just good to touch base with them, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #11: I am going to see Esther tomorrow. That definitely made me smile all day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8414297505503517601?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8414297505503517601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8414297505503517601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8414297505503517601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8414297505503517601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2668382536609829817</id><published>2007-12-08T07:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:49:13.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwy Blog</title><content type='html'>The blog keeps saying my posts are from last Saturday, but they aren't. wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2668382536609829817?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2668382536609829817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2668382536609829817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2668382536609829817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2668382536609829817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/screwy-blog.html' title='Screwy Blog'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7678405276288688437</id><published>2007-12-08T07:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:47:17.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Club</title><content type='html'>I joined a running club over the weekend. Tonight was my first group run with the Cardinal Track Running Club. It was good. It was fun. Hopefully I'll make a new friend or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7678405276288688437?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7678405276288688437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7678405276288688437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7678405276288688437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7678405276288688437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/running-club.html' title='Running Club'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8286391994934991828</id><published>2007-12-08T07:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:52:03.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Downtown</title><content type='html'>Tonight was Greenleaf's first meeting in our new downtown location. It was great! One of the couples coming lives only three blocks away and was able to just walk to church! The location is better for everyone really, not to mention we are no longer a weird church meeting at a house out in the woods. Now when people ask me where the church meets, I can proudly say downtown on Franklin Street in the Bank of America Building. We are all really excited about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8286391994934991828?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8286391994934991828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8286391994934991828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8286391994934991828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8286391994934991828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/meeting-downtown.html' title='Meeting Downtown'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7855883478323926764</id><published>2007-12-08T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T09:31:25.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirate Party</title><content type='html'>Our neighbors threw a pirate party last night. Rodger, Angela, and I all donned our best piratey outfits and had a good time getting to know our neighbors just a little bit better. I could kick myself for not taking pictures. Oh well. It was a good time anyway. I don't get to go to nearly enough costume parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7855883478323926764?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7855883478323926764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7855883478323926764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7855883478323926764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7855883478323926764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/pirate-party.html' title='Pirate Party'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6267357330160649909</id><published>2007-12-08T07:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:22.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Rumbly in My Tumbly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R1qTQrY-pHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SCFuWRtSGWI/s1600-h/pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141583839331525746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R1qTQrY-pHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SCFuWRtSGWI/s400/pooh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stole this from Mark's blog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure the book was a best seller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6267357330160649909?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6267357330160649909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6267357330160649909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6267357330160649909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6267357330160649909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-rumbly-in-my-tumbly.html' title='There&apos;s a Rumbly in My Tumbly'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/R1qTQrY-pHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SCFuWRtSGWI/s72-c/pooh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6830295764018946114</id><published>2007-12-08T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T07:44:08.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place Downtown!</title><content type='html'>Greenleaf has managed to get a place to meet in downtown Chapel Hill!  Yay!  We are meeting in a conference room in the building that Angela works at during the week.  This is great for several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  People can easily get lost coming all the way out to Rodger and Angela's house for the first time.  (the new place will be easy to find)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It is easy to imagine that people may be freaked out by coming to a church that meets in someone's house all the way out in the middle of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The new spot is a convenient location to most people in Chapel Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The larger room means a better capacity for growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  It is an encouragment to Rodger, Angela, and myself that as we are faithful in praying and doing our part of the work, God is meeting our needs and the needs of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet there starting this Sunday.  The plan is to meet there for December without doing any extra advertising.  We will take this month to get used to our new space and work out any kinks.  In January we will advertise our meeting place and hopefully get some response.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6830295764018946114?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6830295764018946114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6830295764018946114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6830295764018946114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6830295764018946114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/place-downtown.html' title='A Place Downtown!'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4759088002186549494</id><published>2007-12-07T07:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:08:53.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Typo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at work I had a good laugh with my boss (which is always good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood next to me and dictated a letter while I transcribed it.  So I type the letter up and start to proofread it.  And in my defense, I wasn't finished proofreading.  He looks over my shoulder and points out a mistake that would not have been good if it went out on the letter to another attorney (or anyone for that matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phase should have been "if I do not hear from you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote "if I do not hear from f you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee.  I'm glad that one got caught in the proof read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4759088002186549494?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4759088002186549494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4759088002186549494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4759088002186549494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4759088002186549494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/typo.html' title='Typo'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-898957371716390041</id><published>2007-12-04T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T06:44:04.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day</title><content type='html'>Day one at the new temp-to-hire position went well.  It is a small office with just the one lawyer and two other girls who work part-time.  They all seemed really nice.  The lawyer was up front with me that he was still advertising the position.  So it very well may be that he doesn't decide in my favor, but I appreciate his honesty and openess.  Other than that, not much else to say.  I hope it goes well.  I hope he hires me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-898957371716390041?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/898957371716390041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=898957371716390041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/898957371716390041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/898957371716390041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-day.html' title='The First Day'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8211365294762709861</id><published>2007-11-28T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T06:41:15.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Rains, It Pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For weeks nothing, nothing, nothing. Hardly any call backs. Maybe one interview. But no job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But this week I had 5 interviews (plus one more on Saturday and a phone interview scheduled for Monday!). Crazy. The result: (1) two temp jobs to decide between, (2) a highly possible part-time pet-sitting position, (3) a back-up position as a substitute teacher, (4) a second interview at a place I really don't want to work at, (5) a potential part-time job at a law firm in Carrboro, and (6) two positions that (presumably) decided against me. So now it seems is decision time. I have to just take some time to really look into the different positions and see which one looks like the best fit for me. It is a bit overwhelming, but exciting nonetheless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8211365294762709861?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8211365294762709861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8211365294762709861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8211365294762709861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8211365294762709861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains, It Pours'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3111245384036592212</id><published>2007-11-28T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:52:11.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Feeling Affirmed</title><content type='html'>I got the temp job.  It should keep me working through most of December.  I will start either tomorrow afternoon or Friday.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;The substitute teacher interview also went well.  I need to get a TB test and have my college transcript sent to them and I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;I also got another call back from a law office in Carrboro.  I will have a phone interview with them on Monday morning.  The position is only part-time, but the location is good and I'm more than qualified for it.  So here's hoping it goes well and that by part-time they mean 25-30 hrs/wk, as opposed to 15-20 hrs/wk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3111245384036592212?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3111245384036592212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3111245384036592212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3111245384036592212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3111245384036592212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-feeling-affirmed.html' title='Good Feeling Affirmed'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4728525837126263550</id><published>2007-11-28T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T11:55:02.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know why or even if it means anything at all, but I have a good feeling about this week.  Like maybe I'll get a job this week or at least move a step closer to getting a job.  And I actually do have some real possibilities too.  There was the interview on Monday.  I have two interviews today (one for substitute teaching and the other for temporary admin work).  I have one interview tomorrow (for another admin position).  I also have been playing phone tag with a lady who runs a pet sitting agency.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So between all of those possibilities, I am bound to get something. Granted what I get may only be part-time or temporary or a longer commute than I would like, but it will still be something.  Oh yeah, and I may have guitar student too.  So we shall see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4728525837126263550?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4728525837126263550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4728525837126263550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4728525837126263550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4728525837126263550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-feeling.html' title='A Good Feeling'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5619873300687662208</id><published>2007-11-27T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:54:13.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Thanksgiving Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanksgiving and my time at home were lovely.  Here are some highlights for me in no particular order:&lt;/div&gt;1.  Long talks and prayer with Shelley.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Playing Apples to Apples with Shelly and her girls.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Taking James to see a movie.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Decorating the tree with Julie and her crew.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Listening to James talk about the moon (he is obsessed with it now).&lt;br /&gt;6.  Playing Dance, Dance Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Watching 5 other adults play Dance, Dance Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Catching up with the elusive Lisa Pendlebury.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Having coffee with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Listening to the Shaun Piazza Band.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In other news, I had one interview yesterday morning.  I felt that it went well.  However this is another one that will be a heck of a commute.  It took nearly an hour with no traffic problems and this is a commute that there will be plenty of traffic problems on.  But at this point. . . if they offer it, I'm taking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to have a second interview.  This was supposed to be a group interview.  I showed up.  I was the only one who showed up (which works for me), but the girl at the desk said that there was some scheduling problems and they just wanted me to fill out an application and leave my resume.  That was slightly disappointing, but I didn't have high hopes for this one anyhow.  But I would very much like it if they did show interest in me.  This one is in Durham, so it is much closer to home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outside of that, no news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5619873300687662208?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5619873300687662208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5619873300687662208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5619873300687662208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5619873300687662208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-thanksgiving-post.html' title='Post-Thanksgiving Post'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2678700002642904052</id><published>2007-11-22T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T07:51:17.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I had some wonderful friend therapy with my good friend Shelley. Ah the beauty of friendship. We carry each others joys and sorrows around with us. When my good friend struggles, I stuggle. When my good friend is given good things, I enjoy those good things too. Luckily Shelley is going through a fair amount of good things in life these days, so talking to her got me to smiling and laughing so much that I could forget all my stress and worries for awhile. Friendship truly is a beautiful thing. On this Thanksgiving day, I am here to give thanks for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am also going to say that Shelley mentioned &lt;a href="http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-where-dottie-is-scared-but-ready-to.html"&gt;a dream I had back at the end of August&lt;/a&gt;. So I searched my blogs this morning to reread my dream. I am not someone who believes that every dream I have is prophetic or God's voice speaking into my life, but this dream in particular did seem to give me a picture of how this whole Chapel Hill experience is going thus far. Unfortunately, the dream did not come to any sort of ending, happy or sad. It was one of those ones that seems to stop in the middle and you never see the ending, like it took a commercial break at the pivotal moment and never came back or like there should have been a "to be continued" sign that appeared after the last scene. Maybe I should pray for God to give me part II of the driving dream. Here are my imagined endings for this dream: (1)my car dies, a handsome stranger stops to fix it or give me a ride, and we end up taking a trip to the Red Sea to go scuba diving; (2) my car stops, I restart it, it suddenly starts working properly, and I go forward as I intended to from the beginning; or (3) a driver taken off guard smashes into my car, ambulances rush me to the hospital, but the best modern medicine can do for me is leave me as a vegetable for the remainder of my time here on earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2678700002642904052?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2678700002642904052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2678700002642904052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2678700002642904052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2678700002642904052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-night-i-had-some-wonderful-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7111313015512235710</id><published>2007-11-21T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:49:41.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the Job Front</title><content type='html'>The position I interviewed for last Monday. . . I didn't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7111313015512235710?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7111313015512235710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7111313015512235710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7111313015512235710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7111313015512235710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-on-job-front.html' title='More on the Job Front'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2001277732229395705</id><published>2007-11-19T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:26:06.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 More Interviews!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I managed to get a very preliminary interview for a receptionist position at a wholistic health clinic in Durham. This sounds like it would be a fun job, but I'm not getting my hopes too high on it. The impression I got was that they were bringing in anyone who responded to their ad. They have four set times for people to come in for a group interview. Then they start eliminating from there. So I'm not entirely sure that I am what they are looking for. I don't think they have looked at my resume or anything. Anyhow, I am going for the group interview they have scheduled for Monday at 12:00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning I got a call back for a receptionist/administrative assistant position at a financial services firm in Cary. The lady I spoke to on the phone had actually read my resume and seemed genuinely interested in having me come in to interview. That interview is scheduled for Monday at 10:00am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I was on the phone with the lady from the financial services firm, I got a call on my cell phone regarding another job! This lady left a message. It was for a personal assistant position. She wants me to come in for an interview. I called her back, got her voicemail, and left a message. So hopefully I will be able to get that interview scheduled for early next week too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;_________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In other news, I am going home tonight for the Thanksgiving holidays. It will be good to be home, even though I was there only about a week and a half ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2001277732229395705?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2001277732229395705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2001277732229395705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2001277732229395705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2001277732229395705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-more-interviews.html' title='3 More Interviews!'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8906908484920103535</id><published>2007-11-19T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:40:45.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Planting is Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just in case you all had any doubts in your mind, I am here to confirm that church planting is not easy.  I think I have cried more in the last three weeks than I have in the last year (due to all the job stuff, loneliness and various other issues I am dealing with).  I am starting to worry that Rodger and Angela will think that I am a complete emotional basket case.  I swear I am not normally this way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I will say this: I know I am supposed to be here, and although this whole experience is harder than I expected or was prepared for, I am still absolutely 100% committed to this.  Period, end of paragaph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8906908484920103535?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8906908484920103535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8906908484920103535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8906908484920103535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8906908484920103535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/church-planting-is-hard.html' title='Church Planting is Hard'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-3304980849471289091</id><published>2007-11-19T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:29:31.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had an interview this morning.  It went well.  They want someone to start next week, so I'll know something by the end of this week.  That's good.  At least I won't be sitting around wondering for weeks on end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-3304980849471289091?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/3304980849471289091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=3304980849471289091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3304980849471289091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/3304980849471289091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/interview-update.html' title='The Interview Update'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7338843525253437481</id><published>2007-11-15T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:43:43.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running is Fun</title><content type='html'>So much fun that I jogged 10 miles this morning. It was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7338843525253437481?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7338843525253437481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7338843525253437481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7338843525253437481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7338843525253437481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/running-is-fun.html' title='Running is Fun'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2061331296937243035</id><published>2007-11-15T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:50:45.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedway</title><content type='html'>I get so nervous. . . I'm shaking&lt;br /&gt;Gets so I got no pride at all&lt;br /&gt;Gets so bad but I just keep coming back for more&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just get off on that stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about taking some time&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about leaving soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some things I can't tell anyone&lt;br /&gt;I got some things I just can't say&lt;br /&gt;They're the kind of things no one knows about&lt;br /&gt;I just need somebody to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about leaving tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about being on my own&lt;br /&gt;I think I been wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about getting out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all this time,&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line's you don't know how much I feel&lt;br /&gt;You say you see, but I don't agree&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tryin' to get myself some gravity&lt;br /&gt;You're just tryin' to get me to stay&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sit here looking down upon Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm floating away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about breaking myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about  getting back home&lt;br /&gt;I think I been waiting for way too long&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about getting out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2061331296937243035?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2061331296937243035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2061331296937243035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2061331296937243035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2061331296937243035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/speedway.html' title='Speedway'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-801986507488659554</id><published>2007-11-15T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:37:23.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview!</title><content type='html'>I have an interview on Monday!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like this job is another one that will be a 45 minute commute (if I get it).  So that isn't ideal, but it would be a job.  And if I get it, I can always find a place to live that is somewhere in between Chapel Hill and Cary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-801986507488659554?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/801986507488659554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=801986507488659554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/801986507488659554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/801986507488659554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/interview.html' title='Interview!'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-935952699826188558</id><published>2007-11-13T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:44:13.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of "Encouragment"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I've been out of a job, many caring people have come to me with words of encouragment.  Many of these words have actually been very encouraging.  Some of them are mildly encouraging.  But every so often I'll get a word of encouragment that is actually not encouraging at all.  For example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other Person:  Before I found this job I was out of work for a year and a half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me:  What did you do during that time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other Person:  Character building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I literally cannot fathom being out of work for a year and a half.  Please God do not let that happen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-935952699826188558?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/935952699826188558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=935952699826188558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/935952699826188558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/935952699826188558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/words-of-encouragment.html' title='Words of &quot;Encouragment&quot;'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-1367866029270402900</id><published>2007-11-09T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T08:42:29.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait for Chapel Hill to feel like home, but I'm just not there yet. I must admit that Augusta is still home and Chapel Hill is this really cool place that I am staying at for the time being. I think I will eventually feel at home in Chapel Hill, but it will take some time and some change in circumstances. For example, it's hard for a place to feel like home when you really only know about five people there and only two of them do you consider close friends. It's hard for a place to feel like home when everyday is a big question mark (will I get job today?, will I get lost today?, will I meet someone new today?, will I sit around bored to death all day?), meaning that there is no real routine in my life there. It is hard for a place to feel like home when you are living in someone else's home. On top of that it's hard for a place you've lived in for one month to feel like home when you compare it to a place you lived in for over 14 years. So I am trying to patiently wait for Chapel Hill to become "home".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But for right now Augusta still feels like home and home is where I am for the weekend. After my disappointing week, my darling little sister told me to come home and she would foot the bill for gas and a ticket to go see the Avett Brothers (one of our favorite bands).  It's good to be home and be among family and friends.  It's good to have days so filled up with activity that I have no idea how I will get everything accomplished that I want to get accomplished and how I will have time to see all the people I want to see.  But the best part is HUGS and lots of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-1367866029270402900?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/1367866029270402900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=1367866029270402900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1367866029270402900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/1367866029270402900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-back-home.html' title='A Weekend Back Home'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2229304694610636933</id><published>2007-11-07T05:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T06:09:58.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Square One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did not get hired on. He decided in favor of another girl he interviewed. She starts today. I was told yesterday at 4:50 pm that they didn't need me anymore. He tried to be nice about it and complemented this, that, and the other about my work. He said he would be happy to give me a reference if I needed it. But somehow all the compliments smell like manure, because HE DIDN'T WANT ME SO CLEARLY ALL MY GOOD TRAITS WEREN'T ENOUGH FOR HIM SO WHAT MAKES HIM THINK THEY'LL BE ENOUGH FOR ANYBODY ELSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rejection from not getting a job after you temp there for two and a half weeks is slightly different than the rejection you feel when you don't get a job after interviewing. Not everyone interviews well, even people who are great at their job. And even people who normally interview well can have a bad one from time to time. So rejection after an interview can be justified by saying that "oh if he had only seen me in an actual work environment, then he would have hired me." But at this moment I can't even say that to make myself feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rejection after temping is more like the rejection after being dumped. Okay, I will give you that being dumped is decidedly worse. You all know that stinging feeling when your past significant other(s) sat you down and gave you the talk. The whole "you're so great, but. . . ", "you're one of the coolest, smartest, best-looking, best-kissing, kindest, most-loving, (insert superlative of choice here), but. . ." Sigh. Then I want to restate what I said earlier: HE DIDN'T WANT ME SO CLEARLY ALL MY GOOD TRAITS WEREN'T ENOUGH FOR HIM SO WHAT MAKES HIM THINK THEY'LL BE ENOUGH FOR ANYBODY ELSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So maybe I'm melodramatic. I don't care. I'm entitled to be melodramatic for at least one day after not getting this job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2229304694610636933?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2229304694610636933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2229304694610636933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2229304694610636933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2229304694610636933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to Square One'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4829586667750353585</id><published>2007-11-05T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:04:47.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job Update</title><content type='html'>Well, things at the temp job are okay, but not as perfectly wonderful as they could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good parts are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;-money in my bank account&lt;br /&gt;-99% of the people in the office are great and so easy to get along with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not-so-good parts are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;-the job is boring with a capital B&lt;br /&gt;-the guy I'm working under is still interviewing people for the position, so I'm thinking he doesn't even want to hire me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, I might not even be offered the job.  If that is the case, I am of the opinion that not getting this job isn't the end of the world.  If I am offered the job, I am honestly not sure I will take it.  I might.  I might not.  I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I am keeping my eyes open for other employment opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4829586667750353585?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4829586667750353585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4829586667750353585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4829586667750353585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4829586667750353585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/job-update.html' title='The Job Update'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8058848680125007107</id><published>2007-11-02T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T18:52:22.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;. . . and no where to go and no one to go out with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This whole being in a new town and knowing only two people is not really all that fun for me sometimes.  Don't get me wrong, this move was a good thing but it is quite an adjustment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm home alone on a Friday night.  So here is the plan.  My own private wine and cheese party, but not just any wine and cheese party, this is a wine and cheese and 80s movies party.  Food Lion was selling VHS tapes for $1.99, so I got See No Evil, Hear No Evil and Midnight Madness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8058848680125007107?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8058848680125007107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8058848680125007107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8058848680125007107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8058848680125007107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5234264011665782187</id><published>2007-11-02T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:23.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>By Popular Demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/RytAZRblpdI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xhbb4D-9aIQ/s1600-h/Rubiks+Cube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128263403611465170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/RytAZRblpdI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xhbb4D-9aIQ/s400/Rubiks+Cube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rubiks Cube Rodger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/RytAZRblpeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7xnARzbPG2o/s1600-h/Suggestion+Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128263403611465186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/RytAZRblpeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7xnARzbPG2o/s400/Suggestion+Box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestion Box Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5234264011665782187?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5234264011665782187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5234264011665782187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5234264011665782187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5234264011665782187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/by-popular-demand.html' title='By Popular Demand'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/RytAZRblpdI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xhbb4D-9aIQ/s72-c/Rubiks+Cube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-2484423575391559400</id><published>2007-11-01T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:38:23.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/RyoINBblpZI/AAAAAAAAABM/hETsYEPhi4s/s1600-h/Dalmation+Ellie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127920145530201490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/RyoINBblpZI/AAAAAAAAABM/hETsYEPhi4s/s320/Dalmation+Ellie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie as a dalmation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/RyoINRblpaI/AAAAAAAAABU/t-efxHdioSc/s1600-h/Hound+Dog+James.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127920149825168802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/RyoINRblpaI/AAAAAAAAABU/t-efxHdioSc/s320/Hound+Dog+James.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; James as a hound dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-2484423575391559400?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/2484423575391559400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=2484423575391559400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2484423575391559400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/2484423575391559400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/ellie-as-dalmation-james-as-hound-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FlOf2agdng/RyoINBblpZI/AAAAAAAAABM/hETsYEPhi4s/s72-c/Dalmation+Ellie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7073664522519752868</id><published>2007-11-01T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:23:06.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night Rodger, Angela, and I went out to Chapel Hill's big Halloween event downtown.  It was fun.  There were about 70,000 people there and most of them were all decked out with their halloween spirit (there were a small percentage of creepy men who came out with the obvious purpose of gawking at all the scantily clad females, and make no mistake there were plenty to be gawked at).  But there were lots of really fun, creative costumes.  Rodger dressed up as a rubiks cube.  Angela was a suggestion box.  There was a group of girls who dressed up as manetic poetry.  There was one couple who dressed as Thing 1 and Thing 2.  My favorite costume choice was a group of about 6 college age guys who dressed up as tetris.  They each picked a shape and it was awesome.  I dressed up as Cindy Lauper, since I had no money to buy the makings of a new costume and I already had a great 80s outfit from my regular visits to the Soul Bar for their monthly 80s night.  Not to mention, I have great 80s hair.  It is one of my super powers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7073664522519752868?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7073664522519752868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7073664522519752868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7073664522519752868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7073664522519752868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7321361143816573757</id><published>2007-10-27T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:19:53.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooting My Own Horn</title><content type='html'>I jogged seven miles today.  I am proud of myself.  I can't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I went to a dairy farm this afternoon.  The farm has a little country store on it where they sell milk and ice cream.  I had a yummy sugar cone with chocolate chip cookie dough and enjoyed it on a rocking chair on the store's porch.  It was so peaceful and pleasant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7321361143816573757?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7321361143816573757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7321361143816573757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7321361143816573757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7321361143816573757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/10/tooting-my-own-horn.html' title='Tooting My Own Horn'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-4287877070502025</id><published>2007-10-26T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:17:24.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far, So Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thus far, the temp position is working out fine.  The attorney I work under is an easy-going, easy to work for kind of guy.  The gal I share an office space with is lovely.  The only real down side to this job is the commute.  It is about 40-45 minutes from Rodger and Angela's house.  When I get my own place I could look for something sort of in between Chapel Hill and Pittsboro, but we'll see how it all works out.  We'll see, if they hire me for real it would definitely be worth moving a bit closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-4287877070502025?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/4287877070502025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=4287877070502025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4287877070502025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/4287877070502025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, So Good'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-6660065051944676705</id><published>2007-10-19T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:25:09.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temp Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have a job starting Monday!  It is through the temp agency, but it is a temp to hire position.  From my understanding, I would be a temp for the remainder of this year and then (hopefully) be hired at the beginning of next year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The temp job is $12.25/hr.  So that is good and right in the range of pay I was hoping for ($10-$15/hr).  I think it is full-time, but I don't really have all the details yet.  I would be working as a legal secretary for the County Attorney for Chatham County.  And &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; I were to be hired as a permanent employee I would be earning between $36,500 and $40,000/year!!!!  That is like a real job.  That is like a job I might actually want to stick around Chapel Hill for quite sometime for.  That is like a maybe-I-could-buy-a-house-sometime-in-this-lifetime type of job.  That is like a you-can-definitely-afford-to-buy-a-car-that-was-built-in-the-last-ten-years kind of job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am trying to not get too excited, as it might turn out that they don't hire me.  But in the meantime, it's a job and it's money.  Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-6660065051944676705?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/6660065051944676705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=6660065051944676705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6660065051944676705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/6660065051944676705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/10/temp-job.html' title='Temp Job'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-7725954856599814687</id><published>2007-10-17T13:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:13:57.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our State Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our state fair is a great state fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't miss it, don't even be late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's dollars to donuts that our state fair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the best state fair in our state!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night Rodger, Angela, Chris, Carolina, and I went to the NC State Fair in Raleigh. (Chris and Carolina are a college couple who are a part of our little church family.) The highlights of the evening were deep fried coke (proof that you really can deep fry anything), elephant ears (something like a funnel cake, but not quite as good), pig racing (as well as goats and geese!), Chris and Carolina doing the rock climbing wall, posing for pictures with a UFO, and watching a blacksmith do a demonstration. It was fun and it was definitely good to get out of the house and socialize a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, I am super proud of myself for jogging over 6 miles today! I was jogging a track and at one point I lost count of which lap I was on so I either did 6.2 miles or 6.6 miles. Either way, I was shooting for 6 and I definitely got there. Yay for me! Now if I just wasn't eating crap like deep fried coke and elephant ears, I might be losing some weight too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-7725954856599814687?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/7725954856599814687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=7725954856599814687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7725954856599814687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/7725954856599814687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-state-fair.html' title='Our State Fair'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-8432614803939340967</id><published>2007-10-17T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:03:37.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview Update</title><content type='html'>I interviewed.  It went fine.  We'll see what happens.  I should hear from them by Monday of next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-8432614803939340967?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/8432614803939340967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=8432614803939340967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8432614803939340967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/8432614803939340967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/10/interview-update.html' title='Interview Update'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-610600268500330955</id><published>2007-10-15T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:48:54.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>I have an interview set up for Wednesday!  yay!  Pray that it goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-610600268500330955?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/610600268500330955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=610600268500330955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/610600268500330955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/610600268500330955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/10/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12669683.post-5158036391975557287</id><published>2007-10-13T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T18:58:41.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have officially been here in Chapel Hill for a week now.  I have to say that it has not been easy for me.  I also have to say that it could be much worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has not been easy because (1) I still have no job, (2) I have very limited funds which prevents me from going out exploring because I will spend money, (3) I am homesick for friends and family, and (4) I am hug deprived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has not been that bad because (1) I am living with Rodger and Angela and they are wonderful, (2) I did have a call back on a job which gives me a little hope, (3) I found a coffee shop that I love, (4) I have taken up jogging as my new hobby, and (5) we had an unexpected visit last night from Andrew S. from our old church in Augusta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jogging has been fabulous.  It helps me deal with stress, fight depression, and pass the time without spending money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The coffee shop is The Open Eye Cafe.  It is a happy reminder of two of my former favorite coffee shops.  The ambiance and clientele remind me of the old Orwell's Cafe on Eighth Street.  The coffee itself reminds me of Cafe Greko on Road Nine.  I made this discovery last night and it really did somehow help the homesick feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12669683-5158036391975557287?l=dottiemae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/feeds/5158036391975557287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12669683&amp;postID=5158036391975557287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5158036391975557287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12669683/posts/default/5158036391975557287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dottiemae.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-week.html' title='The First Week'/><author><name>Dottie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17076265387708249736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7544/1084/200/Dottie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
