<?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-3003314872408465403</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:14:39.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singin' My Heart Out</title><subtitle type='html'>The tune of a girl happy with life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8926202993611536101</id><published>2008-09-06T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:49:56.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's all folks</title><content type='html'>Austin and I have converged our blog life... check us out at &lt;a href="http://aerampey.wordpress.com/"&gt;aerampey.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;We look forward to your comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8926202993611536101?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8926202993611536101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8926202993611536101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8926202993611536101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8926202993611536101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-all-folks_06.html' title='That&apos;s all folks'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-1875727123856288790</id><published>2008-09-03T13:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:15:43.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The lack of posting...</title><content type='html'>is due to our limited access to internet. You may see us hitch-hiking to campus to bootleg some wifi there. Except I don't think it would be bootlegging really seeing as I am a student still... anywho. That's the scoop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-1875727123856288790?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/1875727123856288790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=1875727123856288790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1875727123856288790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1875727123856288790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/09/lack-of-posting.html' title='The lack of posting...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-6089323854347962864</id><published>2008-08-19T15:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:30:57.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The knot is tied.</title><content type='html'>Austin and I have now been married for two weeks and two days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved our wedding, and are thankful to everyone who was there to make it so special. I have not had so much fun at a wedding as I did at ours... thanks to so many of you!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin and I have been back from our honeymoon for one whole week, and have loaded and unloaded a moving truck... placing our things in piles in our apartment in Indiana, slowly unpacking things into their proper places, although it seems we're running out of space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are some pictures of beautiful Kauai, Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssG8T1gEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yJwOnGr6bU8/s1600-h/IMG_6818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssG8T1gEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yJwOnGr6bU8/s320/IMG_6818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236327489528496194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssHAdcc3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/AqtXAohEwqY/s1600-h/IMG_6819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssHAdcc3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/AqtXAohEwqY/s320/IMG_6819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236327490642539378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssHsoqtYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pxZyEOv2QhY/s1600-h/IMG_6937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssHsoqtYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pxZyEOv2QhY/s320/IMG_6937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236327502500771202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssILkTHXI/AAAAAAAAANE/gFJ4A3lHw4w/s1600-h/IMG_6999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssILkTHXI/AAAAAAAAANE/gFJ4A3lHw4w/s320/IMG_6999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236327510803946866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssIvwL9JI/AAAAAAAAANM/Wj25HQUfz_U/s1600-h/IMG_7075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssIvwL9JI/AAAAAAAAANM/Wj25HQUfz_U/s320/IMG_7075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236327520517485714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKstIVe_dfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qerOY8l_65s/s1600-h/IMG_7134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKstIVe_dfI/AAAAAAAAANU/qerOY8l_65s/s320/IMG_7134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236328612977669618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKstIlbM1wI/AAAAAAAAANc/_yP7mZ14o_o/s1600-h/IMG_7174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKstIlbM1wI/AAAAAAAAANc/_yP7mZ14o_o/s320/IMG_7174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236328617256736514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKstJAwgL5I/AAAAAAAAANk/yrWZD5pNoPg/s1600-h/IMG_7208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKstJAwgL5I/AAAAAAAAANk/yrWZD5pNoPg/s320/IMG_7208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236328624593842066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKstJozFrYI/AAAAAAAAANs/NliQ1TssO_I/s1600-h/IMG_7191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKstJozFrYI/AAAAAAAAANs/NliQ1TssO_I/s320/IMG_7191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236328635342105986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKstJw8tvjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7Bhp8xxHVD0/s1600-h/IMG_7261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKstJw8tvjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/7Bhp8xxHVD0/s320/IMG_7261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236328637529964082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for married life! Austin and I will be joining forces in the blog world soon. We'll post the new site address!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-6089323854347962864?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/6089323854347962864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=6089323854347962864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6089323854347962864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6089323854347962864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/08/knot-is-tied.html' title='The knot is tied.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SKssG8T1gEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/yJwOnGr6bU8/s72-c/IMG_6818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-1153448372515105582</id><published>2008-07-23T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:57:06.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monumentous Day.</title><content type='html'>Today, I packed up most of my earthly belongings. They now sit in boxes against the basement wall, taking up about half of the room. I never knew I could have accumulated so much over these 22 years of my life. Now, to combine my things with Austin's, we'll have a ball of a time trying to sort through it all. I will post pictures soon of this great event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-1153448372515105582?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/1153448372515105582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=1153448372515105582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1153448372515105582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1153448372515105582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/07/monumentous-day.html' title='Monumentous Day.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-9168109741316517406</id><published>2008-07-18T10:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:51:15.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>Today... in just a few moments, I get to see my beloved. I must make some gag with my sappyness, but it's been a month or so since we've seen each other, and I am SO excited! Austin and his parents drove through the night to get here with enough time so Austin and I could go to the courthouse to get our marriage license before it closes! Wow, only 2 weeks to go, and I am Mrs. Rampey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a huge list of things to do while he's here, like give him a haircut, pick out gifts, look for a mattress... fun, fun, fun. Hopefully, I won't wear him out too badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wait for he and his family to pull into the driveway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-9168109741316517406?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/9168109741316517406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=9168109741316517406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/9168109741316517406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/9168109741316517406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-2015200253305766809</id><published>2008-07-08T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:30:47.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So far... 97.</title><content type='html'>We are gathering response cards, and as they come in, entering them into a handy Excel sheet so we can count how many are coming. So far... 97. I sure hope that we get the 90 response cards that are still out there! Hint, Hint :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin and I cannot believe that we have only 3 1/2 weeks until we will be married! Until we're in Hawaii! The best is yet to come, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-2015200253305766809?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/2015200253305766809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=2015200253305766809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/2015200253305766809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/2015200253305766809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-far-97.html' title='So far... 97.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-6064537259214241442</id><published>2008-07-03T23:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:28:56.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The wheels on the bus go round and round...</title><content type='html'>This is more fun than a chain letter... Thanks &lt;a href="http://jandatell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Aubrey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER.&lt;br /&gt;The new Indiana Jones... at the drive in... with my parents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;His Needs, Her Needs. Good read before you get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) FAVORITE BOARD GAME?&lt;br /&gt;Quarto...  Fun game introduced by the soon-to-be sister- and brother-in-law Melanie and Andrew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) FAVORITE MAGAZINE?&lt;br /&gt;Cottage Living or Coastal Living, pretty houses and scenes. Cool old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Baking Bread and Fragrant Florida Flowers (alliteration, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) FAVORITE SOUNDS?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone singing acapella in chapel or church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;Like I've disappointed someone I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN U WAKE?&lt;br /&gt;Can I afford a few more minutes of sleep? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat much fast food... And can't think of a favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) FUTURE CHILDS NAME?&lt;br /&gt;I like Ethan or Evan for a boy, don't know what my soon-to-be husband thinks about those names... That's a long time off, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) FINISH THIS STATEMENT—’IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I’d…&lt;br /&gt;Pay off my school bills, pay for Austin's Med School, Buy a car... Invest for my future children, Support Austin and myself in overseas missions, Give to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) DO YOU DRIVE FAST?&lt;br /&gt;I like to drive around 80 MPH... is that fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) STORMS–COOL OR SCARY?&lt;br /&gt;Cool. Makes me feel small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?&lt;br /&gt;1995 Honda Accord with nearly 200 thousand miles on it. It lasted me through my junior year of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or Sweet Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) FINISH THIS STATEMENT-IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD…&lt;br /&gt;Read and study... Create more things with my hands, get a degree in Art, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?&lt;br /&gt;If they're not too stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY OTHER COLOUR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE?&lt;br /&gt;I like my hair color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED IN.&lt;br /&gt;Euclid, Ohio; Mentor, Ohio; Marion, Indiana; Hiram, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;On TV: Tennis; In real life: Volleyball??? Not a huge sports fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;She is very giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) WHATS UNDER YOUR BED?&lt;br /&gt;Junk I need to go through before I get married: Old Martha Stewart Magazines, lots of pictures, other pac-rat things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN??&lt;br /&gt;Yes... It's been a good life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) MORNING PERSON OR NIGHT OWL?&lt;br /&gt;More of a night owl, but becoming more of a morning person with routine. Coffee surely makes the mornings more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) OVER EASY OR SUNNY SIDE UP?&lt;br /&gt;Over easy? Sunny Side Up?  They're just good to dip your toast into! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX?&lt;br /&gt;In a hammock outside, on a big porch, or in the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU HAVE TAGGED, WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://mjunderwood.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;sis &lt;/a&gt;already responded, but she would've been the very first! So next in line would be&lt;a href="http://www.gabeandlibby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Libby&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.andrewandmelanie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-6064537259214241442?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/6064537259214241442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=6064537259214241442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6064537259214241442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6064537259214241442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/07/wheels-on-bus-go-round-and-round.html' title='The wheels on the bus go round and round...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-3139924015342807509</id><published>2008-06-25T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:57:17.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up is hard to do.</title><content type='html'>As you all well know, Austin and I are getting married in a short 5 or so weeks here. I think that the reality of adulthood is staring me in the face, spooking me out a bit... meaning jobs, insurance, rent, or finding an apartment to hold us, moving. I could continue, but I do not want to risk sounding full of self-pity. Don't get me wrong, I am so thrilled at the excitement of my upcoming marriage to &lt;a href="http://arampey.wordpress.com/"&gt;the most wonderful man&lt;/a&gt;, and a new life together, but nobody really tells you how emotionally taxing this whole growing up thing is. At least, nobody warned this girl that I would be discovering new emotions of fear and trepidation (not quite, but I like the word...) as the uncertainty of life starts to creep in and make me shake in my boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite comical as I have rejoined my parents in their home for these last few months as a single woman. It started out as a plea to my mother to recongnize me as an adult, capable of making my own decisions about when I would like to do my laundry or clean my room... you know, things that moms tell their kids to do... but should be careful to give these instructions to their adult children. Now my saying, "Mom, I'm an adult" generates giggles, as all of us in the Richardson household can still tell that I am still holding onto Mom and Dad with a few pinky fingers... not quite ready to give up this state of dependence when it comes to dining out, shopping, or cooking meals... but I am admittedly ready to become an independent adult when I say "I'm an adult... (hello)?!?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda that in that between stage, where one is not quite sure how to be an adult while they are living with their parents, but they so desperately want to be esteemed as one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Austin has been on a job hunt for several months now, and we haven't heard much yet. So as you may guess, my sense of security is somewhat lacking. I know that the Lord will provide something, and so many are good to remind me of that. But I would ask that you would pray that Austin would find something, and soon, as our wedding date is scooting up quickly!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the least, I love where my life is headed, and I'm thrilled to have Austin as my partner to share in all the uncertain adventures... But please, pass the tissues until it happens :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-3139924015342807509?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/3139924015342807509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=3139924015342807509' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/3139924015342807509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/3139924015342807509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/06/growing-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Growing up is hard to do.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8956183561694153954</id><published>2008-06-03T12:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:33:05.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye May, Hello June.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is already the third of June (only 2 months til Aug. 3rd!!!), but still early enough in the month to welcome June. May was busy, full of weddings, birthdays, practicums with Amish, beginning my job at the bank, wedding planning... and cold weather. It has officially started feeling like summer. The busyness of my schedule in May was reminiscent of my harried schedule at school, I can feel myself relaxing, and settling into my summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my birthday was a perfect way to welcome June. My family made a wonderful summer meal: steak on the grill, baked potatoes (sweet &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;golden), salad, and corn. We couldn't just sit around with the beautiful day it was outside, so I decided that for my birthday we would go for a hike. We all forgot how busy we were, and trudged down a beautiful wooded path, and got some exercise, singing "Onward Christian Soldiers", and "I'm in the Lord's Army". What a sight we were. After a long scenic drive through Waite Hill and Kirtland Hills, we arrived at my parents home and had a fire complete with S'mores! I hope June is full of days like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Summer's here and the time is right for dancin' in the streets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8956183561694153954?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8956183561694153954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8956183561694153954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8956183561694153954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8956183561694153954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-may-hello-june.html' title='Goodbye May, Hello June.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-86165107434543321</id><published>2008-05-21T13:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:48:11.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Austin!</title><content type='html'>Today, my sweet fiance turns 23! Happy Birthday, my love! I cannot wait to marry you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-86165107434543321?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/86165107434543321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=86165107434543321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/86165107434543321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/86165107434543321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-austin.html' title='Happy Birthday Austin!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-4261642763232321658</id><published>2008-05-17T23:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:11:04.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So close!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yet it feels so far. Austin and I get married in 77 days. I cannot believe that we have already come a &lt;a href="http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-to-chapel.html"&gt;whole year &lt;/a&gt; since we've been engaged. Now it's less than 3 months away and I am ecstatic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 3 weeks, we've found an apartment, ordered our wedding rings, ordered our invitations, updated our registries... In other words, lots of wedding details have been nailed down (Mom and I have been running around doing all kinds of fun stuff), and it's starting to feel like it's our turn, FINALLY! Hooray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I start my summer job at the bank, and Austin starts his job at the YMCA camp near his house. I have been so proud of all the hard work he has done to find jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will stop bragging now... Except for, I get to go to Hawaii in 77 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-4261642763232321658?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/4261642763232321658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=4261642763232321658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4261642763232321658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4261642763232321658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-close.html' title='So close!!!!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-1741258100656059360</id><published>2008-05-04T18:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:31:44.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sis!</title><content type='html'>Today is my big sister's 25th birthday. Hooray!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-1741258100656059360?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/1741258100656059360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=1741258100656059360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1741258100656059360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1741258100656059360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-sis.html' title='Happy Birthday Sis!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8436298616084861694</id><published>2008-04-29T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:22:13.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinning, Grad-Jee-Ay-Shun, and Amish Folk</title><content type='html'>Well... This past week has been hectic and exciting. I was worn out after checking people out of their rooms, cleaning and packing, rushing to ceremony after ceremony, and looking for apartments. It was nice to have family around, as Austin's fam and my fam came for all the festivities. We all ended up in Kokomo Saturday night, laughing, chatting, eating Pastarrific... and staying where Barak Obama stayed just one night before. Finally, I started to relax, and then Austin and I went back to Marion to apartment-hunt. So far, not much looks good. A lot of old tiny places with small showers. I don't know yet! But Austin and I will return to Marion this Saturday to continue the search. But until then, I am visiting with Amish in Middlebury and Millersburg at clinics, learning about their culture. Austin's friend, Heath is housing him for these next two weeks. We're both in Amish country because our dear friends Jess and Blake and Libby and Gabe are both tying the knot within these next 2 weekends. I'm in both weddings and Austin's in Blake's. I will post some pics of the weekend of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8436298616084861694?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8436298616084861694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8436298616084861694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8436298616084861694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8436298616084861694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/04/pinning-grad-jee-ay-shun-and-amish-folk.html' title='Pinning, Grad-Jee-Ay-Shun, and Amish Folk'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-4856630665798812176</id><published>2008-04-18T12:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:28:39.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day of classes as a traditional undergrad student! HOORAY! Austin and I are going to the Caedmon's Call Concert in Kokomo to celebrate another accomplishment, 3 years of togetherness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SAjMJCbrr0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Yv60mcuWC0o/s1600-h/love+him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SAjMJCbrr0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Yv60mcuWC0o/s320/love+him.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190623026188365634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-4856630665798812176?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/4856630665798812176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=4856630665798812176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4856630665798812176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4856630665798812176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/04/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/SAjMJCbrr0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Yv60mcuWC0o/s72-c/love+him.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-726236391763511617</id><published>2008-04-07T22:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:18:29.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night shift... Finito!</title><content type='html'>That's it, I've had it. No more night shift clinicals. Hooray! I actually liked the pace at night, I could get all of my work done with my patients. The downfall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R_rV0m92mGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_1mlAcceAiY/s1600-h/bat+sleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R_rV0m92mGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_1mlAcceAiY/s320/bat+sleep.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186693020660439138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep during the day. Yet no more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-726236391763511617?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/726236391763511617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=726236391763511617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/726236391763511617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/726236391763511617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/04/night-shift-finito.html' title='Night shift... Finito!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R_rV0m92mGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/_1mlAcceAiY/s72-c/bat+sleep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-7530132076157720915</id><published>2008-04-02T17:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:51:16.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shoes</title><content type='html'>Hey, check out this fun tune: Paolo Nutini "New Shoes." Makes you want to tap your toes or dance a jig. It's really catchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-7530132076157720915?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/7530132076157720915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=7530132076157720915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7530132076157720915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7530132076157720915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-shoes.html' title='New Shoes'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-1168778029453936889</id><published>2008-03-30T22:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:20:07.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago, Chicago, that toddling town.</title><content type='html'>My dear sister and several great friends took me to Chicago this past weekend for a bachelorette celebration. Don't worry, nothing scandalous. We started by arriving at the Hotel Indigo. If you haven't heard of one, google it. It is an artist's hotel, for sure. They showered me with silly games and fun gifts. The next day we spent shopping and seeing most of Michigan Ave. They had tasks for me, such as wear a tiara and beauty-queen sash that said "Miss Bachelorette" all day long, kiss a statue on the cheek pretending it was Austin, find a random red-headed man and taking a picture with him, yell from a busy street corner that I am getting married on August 3rd, tell my engagement story to our waitress at Giordano's Pizza... you get the idea. It was SO fun, and I felt SO special. I am really starting to feel like I am getting married. Pictures to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-1168778029453936889?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/1168778029453936889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=1168778029453936889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1168778029453936889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1168778029453936889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/03/chicago-chicago-that-toddling-town.html' title='Chicago, Chicago, that toddling town.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-5471151639810401789</id><published>2008-03-10T23:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:05:40.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida... Success</title><content type='html'>We made it to Florida and back safely, with many memories made in the middle. I truly enjoyed the company, we giggled, asked each other silly questions, pictured opposites of everything, putzed around retirement villages (plural), attended a senior women's fashion show, cruised on a pontoon boat with our dear Amy, engaged in amateur photo shoots of our own, sang off key on purpose, visited with my Floridian Family, watched almost the entire first season of LOST... spooky, sneaked into the pool and hot tub after it was closed, sniffed the orange-scented air, laid on the beach in the rain, gathered freckles on our noses, whooped each other in Phase 10, sang Happy Birthday to Isabel, ending our trip stopping in SC to meet up with Austin and the guys.... the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you may sample some of our fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCcXsKVKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZjB30qwP8Es/s1600-h/DSC06818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCcXsKVKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZjB30qwP8Es/s320/DSC06818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176327508127798434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCc3sKVLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GRnAcxHrcvo/s1600-h/DSC06821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCc3sKVLI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GRnAcxHrcvo/s320/DSC06821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176327516717733042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCdnsKVMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f4pS8JYZKcg/s1600-h/DSC06841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCdnsKVMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/f4pS8JYZKcg/s320/DSC06841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176327529602634946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCeHsKVNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LyT85CZGTkA/s1600-h/DSC06866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCeHsKVNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LyT85CZGTkA/s320/DSC06866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176327538192569554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCensKVOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LoaNTVXvKJM/s1600-h/DSC06883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCensKVOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/LoaNTVXvKJM/s320/DSC06883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176327546782504162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YDgHsKVPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3JZJLzOOXYk/s1600-h/DSC06885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YDgHsKVPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3JZJLzOOXYk/s320/DSC06885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176328672063935730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YDgnsKVQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PjiMnS1ZMtw/s1600-h/DSC06832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YDgnsKVQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PjiMnS1ZMtw/s320/DSC06832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176328680653870338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YDhHsKVRI/AAAAAAAAAKc/1Z5MCj1xxUk/s1600-h/DSC06901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YEiHsKVXI/AAAAAAAAALM/lMvhIZsHhbg/s320/DSC06931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176329805935302002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YEinsKVYI/AAAAAAAAALU/NeffM3mRMW4/s1600-h/DSC06950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YEinsKVYI/AAAAAAAAALU/NeffM3mRMW4/s320/DSC06950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176329814525236610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-5471151639810401789?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/5471151639810401789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=5471151639810401789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5471151639810401789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5471151639810401789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/03/florida-success.html' title='Florida... Success'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R9YCcXsKVKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZjB30qwP8Es/s72-c/DSC06818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-6328879011527849031</id><published>2008-02-25T16:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:20:45.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLORIDA or BUST!</title><content type='html'>My girlfriends and I will be in sunny FL next week at this time, and we will not be thinking about the slushy snow that is covering our grassy areas, instead, we will be gazing at beautiful green palm trees, sand, water... Not wearing closed toed shoes, but our little toes will be naked and feeling the warmth of the sun in our sandals! Can you tell that I am so excited? We won't be wearing our winter coats! Oh joy, oh bliss! Here's our crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R8Mwy9isemI/AAAAAAAAAJc/s0aqSPR2tXc/s1600-h/DSC06690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R8Mwy9isemI/AAAAAAAAAJc/s0aqSPR2tXc/s320/DSC06690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171030449223137890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat, Elise, Isabel, and Libby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice, we will be trading our rain/snow boots for thongs (the ones for your feet)... And fleece sweatshirts for a swimsuit coverup. Whoopee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-6328879011527849031?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/6328879011527849031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=6328879011527849031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6328879011527849031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6328879011527849031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/02/florida-or-bust.html' title='FLORIDA or BUST!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/R8Mwy9isemI/AAAAAAAAAJc/s0aqSPR2tXc/s72-c/DSC06690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8991108841582959792</id><published>2008-02-14T18:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:23:49.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Blog</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, I have been dabbling in the blog world for one whole year! It's certainly crazy that a year ago, I was enjoying two snow days. Lately, it's been sunny and snowy here. Pretty nice break from grey weather. I can feel my seratonin levels rising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... It is also Valentine's Day, and I must brag, if you will allow me to. This morning I was awakened by a phone call from my betrothed, summoning me to a suprise in the lobby before I headed out for clinicals at the on-campus health center. He had set out for me a beautiful arrangement of "fire and ice" roses, freshly brewed Starbuck's coffee, and was preparing to make me cornmeal pancakes with black raspberry and peach preserves for the top! What a good Valentine's Day wake up call. Plus!!! he woke up at 6:45, showered, got dressed, and didn't even have to go to class until 9:25. I sure love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8991108841582959792?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8991108841582959792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8991108841582959792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8991108841582959792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8991108841582959792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-blog.html' title='Happy Birthday Blog'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-6737256513419743884</id><published>2008-02-07T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T20:26:53.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surviving 12 Hour Shifts Overnight.</title><content type='html'>So I made it through 2 back to back 12 hour shifts in the ICU from 6/7 pm to 5/6 am... My sleep cycle is totally off kilter. I will adjust though. I got to see two patients get intubated. A bit more intense than a Med-Surg floor. It was a good experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-6737256513419743884?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/6737256513419743884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=6737256513419743884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6737256513419743884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6737256513419743884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/02/surviving-12-hour-shifts-overnight.html' title='Surviving 12 Hour Shifts Overnight.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-7449275008774245789</id><published>2008-01-22T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:17:53.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dracula Part III</title><content type='html'>I have now completed my right of passage into my senior year of nursing classes. IV Sticks. That says it all. This evening, on my first try, I tapped the blood well on a fellow nursing student in his antecubital vein (aka elbow crease) and it felt good! Not the fact that I was putting someone in a mild bit of pain, but that I was successful on the first try!!! Then, so I knew what it felt like, I got to be a guinea pig for that poor student (who was stuck twice in all, once by me, and another time by another student). So that's it! I can start an IV on you if you ever want one... not that you ever will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-7449275008774245789?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/7449275008774245789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=7449275008774245789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7449275008774245789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7449275008774245789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/01/dracula-part-iii.html' title='Dracula Part III'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-5276338989975786198</id><published>2008-01-17T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T20:48:51.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one little weakling</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in my Concepts of Health and Wellness class, we measured our muscle strength and endurance. I felt like I was in elementary school again, being forced to try to get President's Fitness Stamp of Approval, or whatever it was called. I never made it because I couldn't do a chin-up. Well, my muscles haven't changed much, because after bench pressing, spine crunching (or leg-pressing, however you refer to it), sitting up, pushing up, I have discovered that my muscles are registered in the low muscle strength category. At least I scored &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;average&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; while doing sit ups and push ups. Boy am I feeling it today. I even woke up periodically during the night to turn over and inwardly moaned with pain as I moved my shoulders. I am one little weakling. I better buff up before I have to lift any more patients!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-5276338989975786198?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/5276338989975786198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=5276338989975786198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5276338989975786198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5276338989975786198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-little-weakling.html' title='one little weakling'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-370245771831853948</id><published>2008-01-12T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:09:18.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>My mom and sister would be proud. Last night, Austin and I went to Kokomo for a date, looking for some dress pants for him. We started at one end of the strip and worked our way back and forth, from Old Navy to Kohls... in the end, we found a pair of dress khakis for him. At Old Navy, I purchased a couple things. The reason my mother would be proud is because I bought something that fit me, and my sister would be proud because I found some bargains. I bought a printed thermal shirt for $4, and a cream colored sweater/sweatshirt for $8. It was time for some new clothes, and yes momma, the shoulders fit! Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-370245771831853948?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/370245771831853948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=370245771831853948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/370245771831853948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/370245771831853948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/01/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-1118465921657593548</id><published>2008-01-09T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:03:45.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back into the swing of things.</title><content type='html'>This semester is going to be very different. I am taking 12 credit hours. Ten of those are 2 clinical classes that meet only Monday and Friday. Another 1 credit is a health class that meets for half of the semester, and for the last credit, I get to enjoy a weekly piano lesson (involving practicing throughout the week, learning new music, expanding my musical horizons... oh what a pain). I think I will really enjoy this schedule. The kicker is that I get to try my hand at the graveyard shift for my clinical rotations in Critical Care Nursing. We'll see if I can handle it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-1118465921657593548?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/1118465921657593548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=1118465921657593548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1118465921657593548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1118465921657593548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-back-into-swing-of-things.html' title='Getting back into the swing of things.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8503525630862063565</id><published>2007-12-26T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:55:11.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again...</title><content type='html'>Papercuts. Those are the battlescars of a file clerk. &lt;a href="http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/04/file-room-glory.html"&gt;Once again &lt;/a&gt;I trudge into the file room at dad's office to make a little dough for next semester's books, gasoline, and the like. I find myself sneezing more, yearning for chapstick and hand lotion, and guzzling more water. The exciting job for today was re-ordering and numbering by hand 359 pages of medical records. Glorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Christmas was a success! We (Mom, Dad, Mich, Jeremy, and me) had fun cooking, opening presents, eating, playing Settlers (which I won by the way) and Sequence, and dancing our lives away on a borrowed DDR game. I especially loved watching my dad get into the moves. Maybe Michelle will post pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Mom and I are going to pick up my wedding gown-YIKES! I'm going to be a bride! I'm taking the day off, because Dad is not going to the office downtown, and because Austin is coming back Friday night, I will not have had one day with my mom to myself. It will be a great giggling time. Too bad Michelle has to work :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8503525630862063565?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8503525630862063565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8503525630862063565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8503525630862063565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8503525630862063565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/12/once-again.html' title='Once again...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-6157117526134038503</id><published>2007-12-18T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T18:16:43.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Christmases at Home</title><content type='html'>It is going to be my last Christmas Season at home this year, and then on to married life. This past weekend, Austin and I along with Gabe and Libby traveled to meet a crew of friends in Milwaukee, WI for Shannon and Josh's wedding. I wish I could post some pictures, but I left the cord to connect my camera to the computer at school. Shannon looked so beautiful, and Josh sang and played to her as she walked down the isle, but he couldn't completely make it through the whole song. We could all tell they were so thankful to finally be marrying one another. Behind them, a beautiful scene displayed through a gazebo of windows of snow gently falling onto everything already blanketed in white. Their reception was wonderful, too. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;But all that beatiful snow made it difficult to get to Indiana, where we stayed at Libby's parent's house until we could make it out of first, their driveway, and then their country road. Austin and I then drove the cleared turnpike back home, and came upon the tail end of the snow as we entered Cleveland. It's so nice to have snow here at Christmastime. The last two Christmases have been green, and finally we have another white Christmas. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So today, I have driven Austin to the airport, and he is in the air as I write this, headed to SC for his last Christmas as a single man. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I think that I am starting to feel the growing up period approaching, or maybe it has already begun. But, I know that wherever Austin and I land in the future, we will be together, learning all about how to cleave to each other (do you like that word?) It's a strange time, all this leaving and cleaving business, because it leaves people feeling sad that change is happening, and it leaves me confused, trying to figure out how I need to love all those around me.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I know that time will help me to figure it all out, and the Lord is going to teach me a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-6157117526134038503?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/6157117526134038503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=6157117526134038503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6157117526134038503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6157117526134038503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-christmases-at-home.html' title='Last Christmases at Home'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-7160330990721242295</id><published>2007-12-07T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T15:44:08.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finito!</title><content type='html'>Classes are done... now some studying commenses. Only three days of finals left, and I will officially be a senior in the nursing program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-7160330990721242295?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/7160330990721242295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=7160330990721242295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7160330990721242295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7160330990721242295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/12/finito.html' title='Finito!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-6017921618394763024</id><published>2007-11-27T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:32:56.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craig's list</title><content type='html'>My sister forwarded to me a link for some furniture, and that started me on the search for some cheap or free furniture for when Austin and I are married. There is some cool cheap stuff on that there craigslist.com... a lot of junk, kinda like a huge garage sale. But still, I think that we will be able to find some good deals eventually, if we keep our eyes open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Thanksgiving break with Melanie, Andrew, and Samuel in Iowa. It was chilly there, as Austin and I predicted, but we were kept warm by delicious food, leftovers, lots of cake, and birthday celebrations as Samuel turned 1 on Sunday. It was a lot of fun to play Settlers, watch movies, take walks and pictures, and play with Sam. He's getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for the last stretch of school before the end of the semester! Only 2 1/2 weeks left. HOORAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-6017921618394763024?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/6017921618394763024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=6017921618394763024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6017921618394763024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6017921618394763024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/11/craigs-list.html' title='Craig&apos;s list'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-7435145272359042878</id><published>2007-11-18T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T13:17:42.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrr.</title><content type='html'>It has become cold, once and for all winter, I am guessing. The other day I was trying to remember what it was like to walk around without sleeves (you know, what they call summer clothes... tank tops, shorts, swim suits.) This coming week, Austin and I are going to Iowa to visit his family. We are trying to decide how much colder it will be there than here in Indiana. &lt;br /&gt;In other news, there are only 3 weeks, give or take, left to this semester at school. I am so excited. One more day of clinicals on the Peds floor, and then I move on up to Critical Care nursing. It should be quite a ride. I think I have decided that I really like Med-Surg, because you get to see such a variety of disorders and do a great number of different treatments, and then you know about a whole lot. I think Critical Care will be kinda like that. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-7435145272359042878?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/7435145272359042878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=7435145272359042878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7435145272359042878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7435145272359042878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/11/brrrr.html' title='Brrrr.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8358277378538498476</id><published>2007-11-16T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T13:43:21.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude is everything.</title><content type='html'>I have noticed that the people that don't like school or professors are the ones who have bad attitudes about everything, and they are the ones who make big dramatic deals about dumb things. I can get in the habit occasionally of having a bad attitude about things, and that totally taints my view of reality. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This was not directed to anyone I love... I had a strange conversation with a girl after a class about our prof. YEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8358277378538498476?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8358277378538498476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8358277378538498476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8358277378538498476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8358277378538498476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Attitude is everything.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8665840109473797927</id><published>2007-11-14T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:03:08.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at lunch today, with a bunch of friends around me laughing, thinking that this is what college is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8665840109473797927?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8665840109473797927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8665840109473797927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8665840109473797927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8665840109473797927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/11/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-4552785505224904455</id><published>2007-11-10T15:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T15:21:12.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Research. Check!</title><content type='html'>Hooray, my stress level has decreased 100%. This week was nonstop working, and thankfully is over. The main thing that was stressful was completing a research paper on Socialization of Healthcare. There is never a good time to just sit down and write a research paper. I don't know how some people do it, planning to perfection, getting everything &lt;a href="http://jandatell.blogspot.com/2007/11/man-i-married.html"&gt;done early&lt;/a&gt;. There are some students who have their huge assignments done a week ahead of time. I'm lucky to go to bed on time the night before something huge is due. Anyway, this week is done, and I am breathing a whole lot easier. Studying for tests this coming week will seem simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-4552785505224904455?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/4552785505224904455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=4552785505224904455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4552785505224904455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4552785505224904455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/11/research-check.html' title='Research. Check!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8388726278336618667</id><published>2007-11-07T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:39:28.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh...Pippi Longstocking</title><content type='html'>For Halloween each year, the school puts on a Harvest Party in the intramural gym for the kids in the community. I think it's really fun! and this year (partially because I was required to attend) I went, dressed as Pippi Longstocking. No one could quite figure out how my hair was sticking straight out. Here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130153649392201458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RzH3kDsyLvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wZnNmRXey_s/s320/DSC06509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pippi Longstocking is coming into your world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130153756766383874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RzH3qTsyLwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rCU8xPHCQKU/s320/DSC06508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And for kicks, here is my cute fiance playing "intramural" football in the Backyard Brawl against Taylor...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130153765356318482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RzH3qzsyLxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FoK3EX4pALI/s320/DSC06489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8388726278336618667?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8388726278336618667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8388726278336618667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8388726278336618667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8388726278336618667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/11/uhhpippi-longstocking.html' title='Uhh...Pippi Longstocking'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RzH3kDsyLvI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wZnNmRXey_s/s72-c/DSC06509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-6724586003155770057</id><published>2007-11-02T10:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:10:38.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Today, my mom and sister are traveling from Ohio to visit me here at school! I cannot wait to see them. So far, I don't have many plans for our big weekend together, but to go see "No Reservations" at the theater on campus. Pretty-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; sounding, so very appropriate. Michelle has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conniving&lt;/span&gt; with my girlfriends... planning something I think, which is another reason for her visit. She doesn't mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; she is planning something, but she won't tell me when or where or what exactly. But that is okay because I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think we shall make some banana or pumpkin bread. I made some earlier this week, and they were DEVOURED.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll do some Christmas Shopping. Santa Claus is coming to town... soon... so I better save my pennies. It is officially Christmas Music Season, or at least one of the girls in the dorm said so. No complaints here, I love to listen to the jingling bells and carols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-6724586003155770057?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/6724586003155770057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=6724586003155770057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6724586003155770057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6724586003155770057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/11/girls-weekend.html' title='Girl&apos;s Weekend.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8147411839184432673</id><published>2007-10-29T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:24:23.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake!</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am sitting at my desk while the walls are shaking intermittently. Sounds like an earthquake. Well it's the most profound earthquake that I have felt, ever, but not produced by shifting plates in the earth's crust, but rather a very large machine (I believe the Indian-ers call it a back-hoe) pounding down onto the concrete sidewalk just outside my living room window. I sat and stared at this process, mildly annoyed, but fascinated that this huge shovel can move large amounts of earth, or concrete in this case, with such delicacy. It is, however, creating a loud reverberation that I can feel, and might upset my plans for a nap this morning. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8147411839184432673?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8147411839184432673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8147411839184432673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8147411839184432673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8147411839184432673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/10/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-725002643530629478</id><published>2007-10-25T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:51:54.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love to clean. It's de-stressing... is that a word? Well cleaning definately takes a load off my shoulders. Today I cleaned out the fridge. Or threw away a lot of old food that was collecting dust and other microrganisms. It was a freeing experience. I can breath a little easier knowing the fridge is not being overgrown by mold.&lt;br /&gt;Today is mi madre's birthday! Hooray... Happy Birthday Momma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125426226134134498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RyEr_zsyLuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8xoL-8w28FQ/s320/DSC01996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Michelle posted a cute picture of Mom, so I thought I would, too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-725002643530629478?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/725002643530629478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=725002643530629478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/725002643530629478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/725002643530629478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/10/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RyEr_zsyLuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8xoL-8w28FQ/s72-c/DSC01996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-2744449537544911775</id><published>2007-10-16T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:50:03.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, baby...</title><content type='html'>Today I was thrilled to watch the delivery of a baby boy during my clinicals in OB. I got choked up just afterward. It is such a neat experience, one that I hope I am able to have someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-2744449537544911775?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/2744449537544911775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=2744449537544911775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/2744449537544911775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/2744449537544911775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-baby.html' title='Baby, baby...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8193357688362402215</id><published>2007-10-13T19:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T19:54:56.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things I seem to lose a lot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chapstick. The plain kind with the black wrapper and red lines around it is my favorite. It is a staple that I must have or my lips will dry up like the desert sand. Yuck. And I usually lose it. So then I walk around with alligator lips for a while, when I am rescued by finding one in a purse I haven't used in a long time. If that doesn't happen, I love to buy a new one when it doesn't have that hole in the middle yet. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses. I usually lose them or break them. It doesn't matter if they are new or old, I leave them on a table in a restaurant, sit on them in the bus, stretch one side until it breaks, and still use them with one wing on my ear because I don't like the thought of the sunshine burning away my vision. My mom has not usually liked the shape of the glasses I buy, until recently! I found a pair that she favors! And so do I. But I haven't lost them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nalgenes. I have lost two. One 1000 mL, and a mini one. I don't really know where they disappeared to. I dropped my big green one off a tall overhang onto the concrete to see if it would break, during my spring break trip of freshman year, and it didn't break. It left a mark on the concrete. I have it on video. It has been the subject of a portrait photo session. I did love this Nalgene, my first Nalgene, and I lost it this summer, or last Christmas, I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120974005651126274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RxFaud7YOAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M2ZRBOx9Wzc/s320/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I replaced it yesterday. I had gone long enough without a motivator to consume large amounts of water per day. I bought a grayish black one from my nearby coffee shop. I feel like a real outdoors-woman with this one. It's no fluffy green Nalgene. It's black. It's rugged. It's simple. I think I shall like this new Nalgene very much. And I hope it sticks around for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8193357688362402215?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8193357688362402215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8193357688362402215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8193357688362402215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8193357688362402215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/10/few-things-i-seem-to-lose-lot.html' title='A few things I seem to lose a lot...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RxFaud7YOAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/M2ZRBOx9Wzc/s72-c/DSC00547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-5807374057089518774</id><published>2007-10-08T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:44:46.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot, Hot, Hot...</title><content type='html'>I thought fall was coming a few weeks ago... no, no. Right now, weather.com is reporting 90 degrees here. I don't think I've ever experienced any day October in the midwest with a temperature of 90!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good weather for camping though. Austin, Ashton, Kat, Dave, and I went Saturday night. What fun we had. At first, I was nervous to go because of the work that I need to get done before some tests, but once I got there, sitting around the campfire, eating s'mores, drinking cider... I felt like fall could be there, and I relaxed. Oh the magic of the outdoors. Here's Ashton toasting her marshmallows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119069252079859682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RwqWXN7YN-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/WFFsxypSogo/s320/DSC06455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Jess and Blake got engaged this Saturday night! Congrats to them!!! I don't have any pictures, but imagine a pretty ring on a happy girl with a beaming boy holding her hand. That's the picture to remember. She was walking around today with a little hop in her step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin and I are happily engaged, planning our wedding, and a fun trip afterwards. We're thinking the west coast somewhere north: Oregon maybe? Neither of us have been there, so it will be fun to see a new part of the country. Got any good suggestions of where on the Oregon Coast to stay? We're still looking for a good price and pretty scenery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-5807374057089518774?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/5807374057089518774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=5807374057089518774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5807374057089518774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5807374057089518774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/10/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot, Hot, Hot...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RwqWXN7YN-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/WFFsxypSogo/s72-c/DSC06455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-4318670775919770585</id><published>2007-10-03T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:20:10.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of September Review</title><content type='html'>I have two things to write about today... both happened in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: One Friday night this past month, I went to Walmart and purchased some fabric for one dollar a yard... What a deal! My roommates and I excitedly searched for a sewing machine. With the fabric we made a lovely curtain and tapestry thing for our living room, we are going to add a creative painting to the middle of the arrangement. It's kinda fun... adds some dimension to the wall. We stole the idea from some other girls in the dormitories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117205390892218290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RwP3MN7YN7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/HFGwE6Ho6lo/s320/DSC06424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a curtain for my room with Libby. You can see here a sillhouette of my healthy looking bonsai. The curtain covers the whole length of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117205386597250978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RwP3L97YN6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/IjtZgdNawEQ/s320/DSC06422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: This past weekend, Mom and Gram came to Indiana to drop Gram off so she could return to Florida with the rest of her family who was visiting in Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at a restaurant in Amish country, and then stayed at an inn at Pokagon State Park. It was beautiful! When we got to the inn, we heard there was to be a hoe-down that night. Curious to find out what was going on, or at least listen to some good music, we followed directions down to where there was quite a showing of Indiana-ers... hoe-ing down... or Square Dancing. Mom and I kicked up our heels to the music and stomped away with the other folks. It was so fun, and my legs were quite sore the next day from all the hopping around. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wanted to take a picture of us by the corn stocks and the fall arrangement. I especially like the straw horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117205399482152898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RwP3Mt7YN8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/3umIZO4H34U/s320/DSC06427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117205408072087506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RwP3NN7YN9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/EsvOA1I7Ty4/s320/DSC06428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-4318670775919770585?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/4318670775919770585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=4318670775919770585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4318670775919770585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4318670775919770585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-september-review.html' title='End of September Review'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RwP3MN7YN7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/HFGwE6Ho6lo/s72-c/DSC06424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-5048388555612327766</id><published>2007-09-26T21:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:34:20.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green</title><content type='html'>I think that the new craze in America is "Go Green." This trend I do not mind. I think since coming to school as a freshman, I have become concerned with bigger issues. This may seem scary to some at times when I get involved in passionate discussion about one of those issues. What I'm trying to figure out now, is how to actually act on those passionate ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, my parents and I had a long discussion about missions on the way home from GA. I started to get a little excited with the ideas I have about missions, and my hopes for my future in missions. But this week, I have become aware that I might talk a whole lot about some things, but what have I really done to get something accomplished? I guess going to nursing school is one thing, getting me ready for a career in helping people. I just get disappointed at times when I hear about all kinds of missions trips and opportunities, yet I seem to find an excuse not to go. No time, too much money, too complicated... I know I have passions for a reason, just wondering what to act on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this "Go Green" idea for America is great. How can we tangibly do something to preserve the precious land and resources we've been so generously given from our Creator? Hmmm... Recycle? Turn our lights off? Buy a Hybrid? Don't use aerosol sprays? Eat organically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be hard remember to think about all these ideas floating around up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-5048388555612327766?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/5048388555612327766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=5048388555612327766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5048388555612327766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5048388555612327766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/09/going-green.html' title='Going Green'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8049113072188772345</id><published>2007-09-17T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:10:16.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pediatric and OB Nursing</title><content type='html'>I am so thankful that I like my textbooks so far! I get to read about all kinds of interesting stuff... Read, read, read... that's all I do lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8049113072188772345?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8049113072188772345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8049113072188772345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8049113072188772345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8049113072188772345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/09/pediatric-and-ob-nursing.html' title='Pediatric and OB Nursing'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-7481539303939478993</id><published>2007-09-15T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:30:20.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-ch-changes...</title><content type='html'>It's crisp out there. Besides the fact that allergies accompany this lovely weather, I love that fall is coming! I think this is my favorite time of year. And then after that, snow and Christmas!!!!!! OH my... I'm getting excited. Don't worry, I won't start listening to Christmas music for another couple months, at least until October sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-7481539303939478993?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/7481539303939478993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=7481539303939478993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7481539303939478993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7481539303939478993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/09/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-ch-changes...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-3352122229427446927</id><published>2007-09-12T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:59:03.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Lookin' Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RuhOukN9raI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HLWMC1gDVb8/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109420352039923170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RuhOvUN9reI/AAAAAAAAAGM/39ddJMMY_q0/s320/DSC04318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since school has started, I have not stopped to think about what to write on here... partially because school is busy, but also because this past weekend, I went home for a celebration of my Grandfather, Ralph Milford Richardson's life. He died last Wednesday. I loved being home with my family, and loving on my step-grandmother who has never been more vulnerable with us. She soaks up the love and attention that we all gave to Grandpa in the last years of his life. He had struggled with his health for several years, since being hit by a car. It seemed to all go downhill since then. But thankfully, he can now see again, walk briskly, hear the birds chirping... those things sound so good, but he's probably just enjoying being in the presence of his Lord Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109421464436452898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RuhPwEN9riI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UoCyAmkutFA/s320/DSC04414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109421451551550978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RuhPvUN9rgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pjVFgi2iq30/s320/DSC04345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I learned one thing from Grandpa, it was to save what you have, and be thankful for what you've been given. He was quite the penny pincher, and taught me to be practical (through my dad's example), but enjoy life. Every year, while he still could, we went to Cedar Point: America's Rockin' Roller Coast... He was a thrill seeker, even at 80 years old. He was diving into the pool with his glasses on, riding the Milleneum Force- he was born in 1920, bowling up until the week he died with no eyesight. I hope I am that vivacious at 80. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109420343449988530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RuhOu0N9rbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tkiwVz7ZIZw/s320/DSC02005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109420347744955858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RuhOvEN9rdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Y-IQvGqnsV4/s320/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109421464436452914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RuhPwEN9rjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_Lvo9Ph6lb0/s320/DSC01621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-3352122229427446927?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/3352122229427446927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=3352122229427446927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/3352122229427446927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/3352122229427446927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-lookin-grandpa.html' title='Good Lookin&apos; Grandpa'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RuhOvUN9reI/AAAAAAAAAGM/39ddJMMY_q0/s72-c/DSC04318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-2700955801492404905</id><published>2007-08-31T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:57:01.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Meat</title><content type='html'>Being at school early, I have been able to watch people move in. This weekend, freshmen arrive for the first weekend of their college experience. It's kinda fun to watch them and speculate about what is going on in their minds at this point in time, thinking back to what I thought during those first days at school as a freshman. Those poor kids, I remember it being a time where I was so self-conscious and nervous about meeting strangers and being forced into friendships with other kids just as ackward as I was. Austin and I walked through a hoard of them getting ready for dessert at a professor's house, and we commented on how they could be meeting their future spouses- crazy! Austin and I met the very first weekend at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching gears... I am quite proud of myself for this morning I installed a new CD-ROM drive into my computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All By Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, old school CD-ROM drive in my hunky-chunk of a desktop-- for which I am very thankful. But you may be saying, "C'mon Elise, welcome yourself into the 21st century." Hey it does the job, and has for 3 years, I hope it lasts another year, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those freshmen get to look forward to great accomplishments of life on their own, such as my leap into tech-saviness... as an independent adult woman (well kinda independent).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-2700955801492404905?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/2700955801492404905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=2700955801492404905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/2700955801492404905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/2700955801492404905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/08/fresh-meat.html' title='Fresh Meat'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-742026429201822625</id><published>2007-08-21T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:25:31.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I mentioned I love to sing?</title><content type='html'>I am back at school participating in RA training. At the beginning of each day of the formal training, we get together to eat breakfast as a staff and then gather with the rest of the dorm staffs for a time of praise and worship. Well today, I just loved singing with the rest of the RAs and staff members. I get so excited for heaven when we all sing loud to our Creator. The beautiful harmonies I hear as I sing with such a group make me smile so big, as I think about God's incredibe creativity manifested in His people. And then to turn it around and give it back to Him as an offering, it's so neat. I love it. When people are so captivated by the beauty of acting as one voice in praise to our Maker, I get shivers. It's probably one of my favorite things about the Body of Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-742026429201822625?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/742026429201822625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=742026429201822625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/742026429201822625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/742026429201822625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-i-mentioned-i-like-to-sing.html' title='Have I mentioned I love to sing?'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-5625218092424541556</id><published>2007-08-19T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:04:47.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because my sister did...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Michelle is quite the trend setter since she has been married. She seems to find the best clothes and deals everywhere. And when she buys new clothes, I notice that I am getting behind the times. She's pretty much my personal shopper. I hardly shop for myself anymore. She is also my event planner. I don't know what I would do without her and my mom for this big party we are throwing next August (a.k.a. Austin and my wedding). Anywho, a while back when I met my family in Charlotte for my cousin's wedding, Michelle showed up with popular girl bangs, as I call them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100503716486564034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RsihG0S9yMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZEshCWPvE-E/s320/popular+girl+bangs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I thought to myself that I wanted her popular girl bangs too, so I cut some for myself a few minutes before we were to leave for the wedding. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100504369321593042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rsihs0S9yNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WonGvHdDvAc/s320/DSC06250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, today they needed a trim, since I need to keep up this look, not to compete with my sis, but because the bangs make me feel cool like my sister. She is quite cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now back at school early for training to be an RA of 15 other girls. It should be a rip-roaring year. I'm hoping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-5625218092424541556?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/5625218092424541556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=5625218092424541556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5625218092424541556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5625218092424541556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-my-sister-did.html' title='Because my sister did...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RsihG0S9yMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZEshCWPvE-E/s72-c/popular+girl+bangs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-452306737943216055</id><published>2007-08-05T18:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T18:12:54.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just two week and lots of planning...</title><content type='html'>I have arrived home safely... and as Michelle says, now the planning begins. Mom, Michelle, and I have been going to appointments like crazy, looking at dresses, reception venues, churches. I got a little overwhelmed the other day after it was dedicated to finding places, dresses, looking through magazines, and talking about details. I can understand how some people might say that planning a wedding is somewhat stressful. But the stress is waning as my team of expertise (Mom and Michelle) know the right questions to ask at each place. It helps too that my sweet fiance, Austin, is as patient and encouraging as possible on the phone, telling me everything is going to be just wonderful as I vent my concerns and ideas to him. I think that is a good sign that he will make a wonderful husband (sappy points to me!!!) I love them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-452306737943216055?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/452306737943216055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=452306737943216055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/452306737943216055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/452306737943216055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-two-week-and-lots-of-planning.html' title='Just two week and lots of planning...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-6251136127473569856</id><published>2007-07-29T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:17:02.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I have read some this summer, trying not to mindlessly spend my days in front of the tube... Those that I've read, I recommend: &lt;em&gt;The Sin Eater&lt;/em&gt; by Francine Rivers is a neat story about redemption. I've only read this book of hers, but I know from other's opinions that her other books are equally engaging. I recently started and finished in a short few days  &lt;em&gt;For Women Only&lt;/em&gt; by Shaunti Feldhahn. This is a book I highly recommend for all women to read. In it, Shaunti talks about the inner lives of men, the things that we women just do not understand, but her explanations backed by her own extensive research make sense. She encourages us women to make changes in our lives to affirm, love, and support our men in the ways that men need. I am just starting &lt;em&gt;Sex God&lt;/em&gt; by Rob Bell, the pastor of Mars Hill  in Grand Rapids, MI. So far, I can suggest this read to anyone wanting to look at relationships with anyone  in a new and real way.  I'm really enjoying it. I flip to the endnotes in this book quite often, which are usually Scripture references. I like having my Bible open next to me so I can understand the context of the writing.&lt;br /&gt;Living with Liz this summer has kind of transformed me into a more avid reader. Thank you Miss Elizabeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-6251136127473569856?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/6251136127473569856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=6251136127473569856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6251136127473569856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6251136127473569856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/07/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8091925869976102309</id><published>2007-07-17T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:06:20.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trends</title><content type='html'>I tend to avoid trends alltogether, even if they are good ideas. For a while, I didn't want an iPod because of the stupid way people looked while they walked around my college campus with their earbuds in listening as they walked instead of politely saying hello in passing. I now want one because I think they are great. I wanted to get my nose pierced once, and then it became the cool thing to do where everyone and their mother started showing up with studs in their nostrils. I've since forgotten about that idea, especially after switching from art to nursing. Facebook was another fad I have tried to dodge. As soon as the rush of excitement for Facebook had waned, I began to use it as a resource to find friends or people that friends talked about but I had no clue who they were. The other day, Austin reasoned with me that I should just get my own instead of signing onto Liz's (with her permission of course) to peer into the lives of friends and strangers. I have finally succombed to the pressure to create a Facebook profile. Oh dear. I am glad, however that I have caved during the summer so I can get tired of it by the start of school. I surely hope that this does not mean that I am losing my backbone and jumping on all the bandwagons that pass. You might find me someday in the circus if I go with the crowd too often. Let's hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8091925869976102309?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8091925869976102309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8091925869976102309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8091925869976102309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8091925869976102309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/07/trends.html' title='Trends'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8294207008914536896</id><published>2007-07-08T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:25:55.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rag-O-Rama Experience</title><content type='html'>Today, Liz and I explored the shops of Little Five Points--a rather new-agey, vintage, artsy area. Not knowing we would find incense, bongs, crystals, feminist book stores, and psychics , we enjoyed the creative atmosphere nonetheless. In one of the vintage style consignment shops, I browsed through some clothes for myself, finding a cute skirt to commemorate my time down here. I went over to the men's clothing area to possibly find something for Austin. An interesting character stood next to me. The dialogue went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;C (for character): "Aww, you're shopping for your boyfriend are you?"&lt;br /&gt;M(for me): "Yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;C: "How nice. Where can I get a girlfriend like you?"&lt;br /&gt;Awckward pause, cheeks are flushing, don't know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;M: "Go to church."&lt;br /&gt; Liz and I laughed in line when I told her the story. What a funny day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8294207008914536896?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8294207008914536896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8294207008914536896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8294207008914536896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8294207008914536896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/07/rag-o-rama-experience.html' title='The Rag-O-Rama Experience'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8509624824426847766</id><published>2007-07-06T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:20:39.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread...</title><content type='html'>Liz, my summer roommate is waiting for me to go to bed so she can look up a good bread recipe online. Since I've made pizza, they have extra yeast and she is testing her cooking skills tonight by making bread. By the way, yeast is a pretty amazing thing. It makes a lump of dough expand to twice or three times its original size, it ferments fresh drinks to make alcoholic beverages, and it also gives people bad infections. Well anyway, my pastor's wife has a great recipe for bread dough which I will share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Package Yeast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 teaspoon Oregano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon Sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 1/4 Cup Flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon garlic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup warm water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instructions:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. In a bowl, combine water, yeast, sugar, salt, oil and seasonings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Beat in flour and knead dough to make smooth and elastic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Let dough rise 1 hour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Punch down and roll out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Bake on pizza stone or cookie sheet with toppings at 400 degrees F for 20 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is delicious. This past weekend, at Austin's, we topped one pizza with pesto spread, sliced tomatoes, and mozzarella and parmesean cheeses. I think my favorite combo lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8509624824426847766?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8509624824426847766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8509624824426847766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8509624824426847766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8509624824426847766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/07/bread.html' title='Bread...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-7856632004122202162</id><published>2007-06-25T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:19:00.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind Weekends</title><content type='html'>Traveling is the name of the game this summer. Thankfully, it hasn't been long trips yet, but they are to come. This coming weekend, I am travling to Indianapolis for a dear friend's wedding, and I hope to go visit my Grammy in Florida sometime in July. However, my past week and a half (two weekends fit in there somewhere) have been spent traveling to family functions. Two Saturdays ago, I went to Charlotte for my cousin's wedding, stopping at Austin's house to pick him up. It was a beautiful weekend for celebrating my cousin and here new husband. After a lovely wedding and Sunday picnic, I went to Austin's for Monday night as I was warned by my considerate host family to stay away from there home as long as possible as they were battling a stomach bug. I came home from Austin's on Tuesday to work 7 am to 7 pm Wednesday, do laundry, pack that night, work Thursday 7-7 again, and leave from the hospital to go to Austin's for their family reunion. I thought I had avoided the bug until Friday afternoon, in the sun I sat, on the water in a boat, feeling seasick. I do not have a history of seasickness, but I was wary to try tubing... Anyway, this is no sob-story. I rested enough to feel well enough to eat on Saturday night, thankfully, because it was homemade icecream night. I enjoyed a bowl of peach, strawberry, and banana (a small scoop of each if you were wondering.) Yum Yum. I enjoyed my weekend of family reunion-ing or would that be reuniting? Well, I know that I am marrying into a special family. It was so neat to see how each of them loved the Lord and that Austin's Great Grandmother's prayers have been heard and are still being answered with a heritage of Christ lovers.&lt;br /&gt;I have not had the chance to upload pictures from my summer yet, as I forgot my camera cord at home home... but instead imagine wonderful smells from the South in the early morning and evening, the smell of wet pine needles. I love that smell. It wakes me up in the early morning as I head to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-7856632004122202162?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/7856632004122202162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=7856632004122202162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7856632004122202162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7856632004122202162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/06/whirlwind-weekends.html' title='Whirlwind Weekends'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-7763747571146202626</id><published>2007-06-08T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:44:03.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dracula's kin</title><content type='html'>The nurse I am shadowing this summer just happens to be from Transylvania, Romania... How funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor car has been taxed by this southern heat. Yesterday, I had a minor breakdown as I was driving into the city, planning to meet Austin and his family for a ballgame. Well, I was confused as to where to go, the traffic had stopped for a good while, I was in the wrong lane to try to turn around, I was on the phone with Austin who was graciously trying to direct me to where he was, my engine was starting to get hot, so then the heat in my car was on to relieve the engine, the windows were open, but to no avail as it was just as hot outside the car as it was inside, plus did I mention that traffic was stopped! So here I was in the city... not moving, heat on full blast, but the heat index still rising (or I was worried it would), almost making Austin's family wait and be late to the ballgame. I think it's understandable why I might have panicked a little. I wish that I had the calm nature that Liz has when she gets lost in the city. Oh dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-7763747571146202626?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/7763747571146202626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=7763747571146202626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7763747571146202626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7763747571146202626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/06/draculas-kin.html' title='Dracula&apos;s kin'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8033314389610119903</id><published>2007-06-05T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:26:35.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dracula</title><content type='html'>Call me a bat, call me a vampire... well not really. Actually, call me a nurse, well not yet, because I am still in training. I was trained to draw blood today. Can you hear me saying to patients "I vant to suck yaw blawd..." I don't think I would keep my job for very long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8033314389610119903?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8033314389610119903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8033314389610119903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8033314389610119903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8033314389610119903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/06/dracula.html' title='Dracula'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-6055341586682253237</id><published>2007-06-02T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T12:34:46.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a good May!</title><content type='html'>May was full of good things. I worked for my dad and made some money, which was such a God-thing as I accepted a nursing internship job far away from home that left me unemployed for the whole month of May. Thankfully, Dad's office was in need of help for just the month of May. Also during May, along with my family and Austin's family, I celebrated five birthdays: Michelle's (the 4th), Jeremy's (the 16th), Austin's (the 21st), Abram's (the 24th), and then my own (the 31st). It was a month of celebrating as also in May, I visited with Austin's family in Charleston for Aubrey's graduation from Medical School! While there, Austin and I became engaged: yet another thing to celebrate!  Here are the promised photographs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RmGa7Pu694I/AAAAAAAAAFE/U_UuiFXnLX4/s1600-h/IMG_2887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071504998022182786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RmGa7Pu694I/AAAAAAAAAFE/U_UuiFXnLX4/s320/IMG_2887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RmGa7fu695I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Os_vIGxkXL0/s1600-h/IMG_2899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071505002317150098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RmGa7fu695I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Os_vIGxkXL0/s320/IMG_2899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RmGa9fu696I/AAAAAAAAAFU/V2-45YJZGYQ/s1600-h/IMG_2907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071505036676888482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RmGa9fu696I/AAAAAAAAAFU/V2-45YJZGYQ/s320/IMG_2907.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/3003314872408465403-6055341586682253237?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/6055341586682253237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=6055341586682253237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6055341586682253237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/6055341586682253237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-good-may.html' title='What a good May!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RmGa7Pu694I/AAAAAAAAAFE/U_UuiFXnLX4/s72-c/IMG_2887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-328362487100857953</id><published>2007-05-24T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:51:54.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the chapel...</title><content type='html'>And I'm gonna get married! Austin and I are engaged. Sunday, we spent our afternoon at a plantation near Charleston, SC. We took a nature tram tour around the grounds and saw all kinds of wildlife: alligators, turtles, peacocks... fun, fun. We had a picnic by the river, and then we took a walk around the gardens. On a footbridge overlooking the Ashley river and the gardens, Austin proposed. I have a ring on my finger, a wonderful fiance whom I love, and lots of planning to get started! Pictures to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-328362487100857953?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/328362487100857953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=328362487100857953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/328362487100857953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/328362487100857953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/05/going-to-chapel.html' title='Going to the chapel...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-428997956067449486</id><published>2007-05-16T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T12:37:01.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circus is going through town...</title><content type='html'>On the way home from work this week, Dad and I saw Barnum and Bailey's circus train headed into Downtown! I have never seen a train just for the circus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-428997956067449486?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/428997956067449486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=428997956067449486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/428997956067449486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/428997956067449486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/05/circus-is-going-through-town.html' title='The Circus is going through town...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-1936693222235729070</id><published>2007-05-15T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:10:52.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lawyer's Daughter I am.</title><content type='html'>Well working here at dad's office has been fun. Thankfully the work isn't difficult, as I pine the hours away filing, printing, faxing, photo-stating (what Angela calls copying), replacing the torn file-folders of gigantic 20 year old files, reorganizing, archiving, making phone calls, sounding official and grown-up to answering machines... It's been a blast, wink wink. But seriously I've been busy, not bored, and I've learned a new trade, so I think I can put on my resume someday in previous employment: "file clerk." It has a nice ring. Doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few days, I will be traveling to the warmth of South Carolina... Oooh yum... to participate in the festivities for Austin's sister and family as they celebrate her graduation from medical school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister ran (a while ago) a great race on May 5th. She didn't even seem tired that afternoon. She is inspiring me to become a longer-distance runner. I can make it 2 miles, but maybe someday I can run a 5K or even a 10K with her. I haven't started my training though... Anyway, It is finally starting to feel like summer, and I am relaxing. Thank you Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-1936693222235729070?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/1936693222235729070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=1936693222235729070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1936693222235729070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1936693222235729070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/05/lawyers-daughter-i-am.html' title='A Lawyer&apos;s Daughter I am.'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-8483572309938705434</id><published>2007-05-03T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:02:51.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrations and Semantics</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my sister's birthday! She will also be running a mini-marathon on Saturday (that's a whoppin' 13 miles, if you didn't know.) I am proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight we had a celebration for her birthday at my house. She cashed in with some new inline skates, some protective gear, a coffee carafe, and a new dress. The night's events led to a riveting conversation that we had as a family about what it means to be tolerant. To throw it out there, I am interested to hear what others think of the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-8483572309938705434?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/8483572309938705434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=8483572309938705434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8483572309938705434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/8483572309938705434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/05/celevrations-and-semantics.html' title='Celebrations and Semantics'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-2272090005743026792</id><published>2007-05-01T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:09:44.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>File Room Glory</title><content type='html'>Today was my official first day on the job at Dad's office. I was lucky enough to be assigned the job of shifting the files. So I spent my whole day in the file room, mostly. Surpsingly, I have never had such a fast eight-hour work day. I think it's because my hands were busy all day long, transfering files from one shelf to the other. I ended the day with one paper cut and about four scratches: the battle wounds of a temporary file clerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-2272090005743026792?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/2272090005743026792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=2272090005743026792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/2272090005743026792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/2272090005743026792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/04/file-room-glory.html' title='File Room Glory'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-3625731069402155051</id><published>2007-04-23T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:47:41.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A night on the town and Finals Week</title><content type='html'>To follow up, Austin suprised me with a fabulous night last Thursday. He arrived at my door with a beautiful spring bouquet and a presents: a new Leeland CD and five panes of stained glass for me to work with... I was so excited. I've been carrying these flowers around my apartment so I can look at them wherever I sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056677306592725474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RiztOAs9CeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Cz4RL5LDAfU/s320/DSC06124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first part of the adventure was a trip to a posh sushi restaurant in a town near Indy called Broad Ripple. We ordered three different rolls and enjoyed them all... I had talked to him once or twice about us going to get sushi together. The orange dots on the sushi was caviar... hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056678582198012402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RizuYQs9CfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LqCvGYRsIN0/s320/DSC06114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we parked near downtown, walking to our next appointment... We walked around, I had no clue what we were doing next, and stopped at a horse and carriage. I giggled with surprise as Austin said "I have a reservation for Austin Rampey." It was such a beautiful night. We rode around the city. Austin gave me one more gift: a beautiful book that he made from birch bark, complete with poems he has written for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056681107638782466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RizwrQs9CgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IoFGDUe6hvk/s320/DSC06161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As we trotted around the city, he read the poems to me, and at the end of the book he told me that he loves me. It was so special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is now finals week at school. I made a fort under my roommate's unbunked bed last night after we pushed them together for our last few days in our room together... I fell asleep in my fort while studying for my finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to go home on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&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/3003314872408465403-3625731069402155051?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/3625731069402155051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=3625731069402155051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/3625731069402155051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/3625731069402155051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-on-town-and-finals-week.html' title='A night on the town and Finals Week'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RiztOAs9CeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Cz4RL5LDAfU/s72-c/DSC06124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-4697464288102338337</id><published>2007-04-19T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:42:16.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow (the 19th), Austin and I celebrate two years of dating. We don't like to call it an anniversary because that word belongs to married couples. So we call it our special day. It hardly feels like we have been dating for that long. It isn't that long, but at the same time, I look back and remember all that we have done together and how much we've learned since we first declared that we liked each other, and it feels like I've always known him. He's taking me on a secret date tomorrow... He won't tell me yet what I need to wear because I am so deft at figuring out his secrets. He has learned not to divulge any hints, because I will guess and ruin the suprise. Oh well... So I am excited for a fun evening enjoying the time with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freshman year goofballs... Spring Break when we first started to really like each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2y5C5D3I/AAAAAAAAADk/HpSxx2UCMQY/s1600-h/Fun+Fun+532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054998985936801650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2y5C5D3I/AAAAAAAAADk/HpSxx2UCMQY/s320/Fun+Fun+532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, getting a little more serious. Here we are with twinkles in our eyes for each other near the end of Freshman year very close to when we started dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2zJC5D4I/AAAAAAAAADs/aZ7FhHqVlL8/s1600-h/IMG_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054998990231768962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2zJC5D4I/AAAAAAAAADs/aZ7FhHqVlL8/s320/IMG_1831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An ice-skating excursion during our Sophomore Year. I especially like Austin's facial expression... I think he kinda likes me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2zZC5D5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cBF_48HhlRw/s1600-h/DSC03909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054998994526736274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2zZC5D5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cBF_48HhlRw/s320/DSC03909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter Break #2 for us at my house in Ohio... This night we had a special 1 year celebration... Our eyes are still twinkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2zpC5D6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/MdD36QsbmgE/s1600-h/DSC04084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054998998821703586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2zpC5D6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/MdD36QsbmgE/s320/DSC04084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's nothing like summertime. It's hard to spend those warm, homeworkless days without the one you care so much about... Thankfully, Austin and I got to see each other quite a bit last summer. Here we were watching fireworks on the Fourth of July with my fam. What fun memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2zpC5D7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/XtHx3r5EcdI/s1600-h/Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054998998821703602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2zpC5D7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/XtHx3r5EcdI/s320/Fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fall Break of our Junior Year, we went to Iowa to visit Andrew and Melanie and little Samuel, and a very ripe apple orchard... Yum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib5-5C5D8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SspezImF_fk/s1600-h/DSC05541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055002490630115266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib5-5C5D8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/SspezImF_fk/s320/DSC05541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin and his team won the intramural football finals... I occasionally made it out to watch them play in the cold. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055002499220049874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib5_ZC5D9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/3tEvNBLSUIE/s320/DSC05621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Goofballs on Christmas Break... It's funny, this year at school, we haven't spent a break apart. I am glad he hasn't gotten tired of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055002499220049890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib5_ZC5D-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SVGqOxGuO9E/s320/nose+picker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dressed up for his suite's party. He sure does look good in that suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib5_pC5D_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/VI50IYucZO0/s1600-h/n161500998_30582361_1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055002503515017202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib5_pC5D_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/VI50IYucZO0/s320/n161500998_30582361_1016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great two years!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-4697464288102338337?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/4697464288102338337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=4697464288102338337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4697464288102338337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4697464288102338337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-years.html' title='Two Years'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rib2y5C5D3I/AAAAAAAAADk/HpSxx2UCMQY/s72-c/Fun+Fun+532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-4064168208482986918</id><published>2007-04-10T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:11:27.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>Today in my writing class, we analyzed the style of our writing--Sorting through each sentence, identifying subjects and verbs. I discovered that I am a boring writer. In one paragraph, I used the subject and verb "I was" nearly five times. Goodness me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other words... "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" Said Gabe. And Libby said, "YES, Of course!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, she called my phone about five times, and Austin's phone twice. I knew it once we actually talked that she was going to share something BIG with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;em&gt;Happy Couple&lt;/em&gt;. She says Gabe is SOOOOO happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051908897681658498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rhv8YFPzUoI/AAAAAAAAADU/FpHcK3vQCAA/s320/DSC00973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is her &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; RING... Way to go Gabe! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051909331473355410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rhv8xVPzUpI/AAAAAAAAADc/8Sbv9l62HRI/s320/DSC00979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-4064168208482986918?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/4064168208482986918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=4064168208482986918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4064168208482986918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4064168208482986918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/04/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rhv8YFPzUoI/AAAAAAAAADU/FpHcK3vQCAA/s72-c/DSC00973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-5971610434509188024</id><published>2007-04-02T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:20:24.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold it up to the light...</title><content type='html'>This David Wilcox song encouraged me when I had trouble deciding between art and nursing. It seems to resonate in my ears as I continue to sift through the choices that lay before me every day. I hope you enjoy and remember these lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the choice of a lifetime - I'm almost sure&lt;br /&gt;I will not live my life in between anymore&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be certain of all that's in store&lt;br /&gt;This far it feels so rightI will hold it up - hold it up to the light,&lt;br /&gt;Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search for my future has brought me here&lt;br /&gt;This is more than I'd hoped for, but sometimes I fear&lt;br /&gt;That the choice I was made for will someday appear&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be too late for that flight&lt;br /&gt;So hold it up - hold it up to the light,&lt;br /&gt;Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late - to be stopped at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;Each life here - a possible way&lt;br /&gt;But wait - and they all will be lost roads&lt;br /&gt;Each road's getting shorter the longer I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as soon as I'm moving - my choice is good&lt;br /&gt;This way comes through right where I prayed that it would&lt;br /&gt;If I keep my eyes open and look where I should&lt;br /&gt;Somehow all of the signs are in sight&lt;br /&gt;If I hold it up to the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said God, will you bless this decision?&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, Is my life at stake?&lt;br /&gt;But I see if you gave me a vision&lt;br /&gt;Would I never have reason to use my faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dead with deciding - afraid to choose&lt;br /&gt;I was mourning the loss of the choices I'd lose&lt;br /&gt;But there's no choice at all if I don't make my move&lt;br /&gt;And trust that the timing is right&lt;br /&gt;Yes and hold it up hold it up to the light&lt;br /&gt;Hold it up to the light, hold it up to the light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-5971610434509188024?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/5971610434509188024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=5971610434509188024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5971610434509188024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5971610434509188024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/04/hold-it-up-to-light.html' title='Hold it up to the light...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-5653707301187380634</id><published>2007-04-01T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:54:09.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy-Schmancy</title><content type='html'>Well numero uno, Libby and I are cute spring flowers thanks to Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048642509487180914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RhBhnQ_rjHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4rCeIb14D6I/s320/Flower+power+two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Austin and the guys in his apartment had a party for their friends-- VIP style and here we are all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048642518077115522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RhBhnw_rjII/AAAAAAAAAC8/7yda46iN18w/s320/DSC06049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048642530962017442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RhBhog_rjKI/AAAAAAAAADM/O8LDWC3LG4M/s320/DSC06021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bethany, Liz, and Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048642526667050130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RhBhoQ_rjJI/AAAAAAAAADE/UK3fZ0MUdFM/s320/DSC06065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Michael, Bjorn, and Austin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-5653707301187380634?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/5653707301187380634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=5653707301187380634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5653707301187380634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5653707301187380634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/04/fancy-schmancy.html' title='Fancy-Schmancy'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RhBhnQ_rjHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4rCeIb14D6I/s72-c/Flower+power+two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-5351455322599587461</id><published>2007-03-27T19:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:24:29.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning time...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I forget that I live in a poor city while I am here at school. Every time I go to the hospital to get info about my patient for the next moning in clinicals, I am surprised by all the run down houses that I pass on the way. I catch myself staring, and judging the people that I see near those houses that are ready to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has called me to serve the poor and needy, but for some reason I judge them. A couple weeks ago, I had to go to a rescue mission as a requirement for a class to help serve dinner to destitute men. I sat across from one guy who had moved to the area to keep an eye on his cousin, or somebody from his family. I was frightened as he said, "She doesn't know what I look like, but I know what she looks like." (P.S. I didn't go alone to this mission... for those of you who may be concerned for my safety.) But what I realized after the fact was that this guy has serious needs, just like I do. I don't know him, but Jesus does and He loves this guy too. What makes me kind of wonder about myself is that if I am truly called to minister to poor people, why am I so uncomfortable around them? Because I don't really spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just starting to see the poverty that is around me. I grew up in a place where I didn’t miss a meal, the house I lived in was warm and clean, and I always had what I needed and wanted. I didn't know what poor meant. I still don't think I do. I used to think that I would need to go to another country to see true poverty and need, but that opinion has changed. My negative reaction to the difference between me and that Joe in front of the shack may be me finally seeing what kind of poverty is right here, in the town around me, in the United States. I think that I need practice being with poor people, seeing them as people, and not as mistake-makers, underpriveledged, pity-producing kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my next question is what am I trying to do for them? I still haven't figured that out completely, but I think the basic idea is to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Spring Break, Austin, Libby, Gabe and I encountered a homeless man on the corner near my dad's office. We gave him some change, and he followed us yelling after us, but we ignored him. As we walked back down to the car with my dad, I watched my dad approach this guy like he was a friend. Dad put his hand on the man's shoulder and talked like they were buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy have I got a lot to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-5351455322599587461?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/5351455322599587461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=5351455322599587461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5351455322599587461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5351455322599587461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/03/learning-time_27.html' title='Learning time...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-2078180986966388060</id><published>2007-03-21T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:14:38.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Celebration</title><content type='html'>My windows are open! I feel like doing a sun-dance instead of a rain dance. It's been too long since precipitation has stopped, be it rain or snow! I am so glad the sun is shining. I think spring fever is setting in. I have all these warm fuzzy feelings inside that tell me not to stay inside and do the work that needs to get done within these next few weeks of school that are left. A nursing major must stay focused... argh. She cannot be distracted by the beautiful rays that stimulate seratonin production and make her happy! She must bunker down in her dark little room, and finish her work. But don't feel bad for her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-2078180986966388060?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/2078180986966388060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=2078180986966388060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/2078180986966388060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/2078180986966388060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunshine-celebration.html' title='Sunshine Celebration'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-7673652621518817143</id><published>2007-03-16T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:28:15.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood and Guts and Bones</title><content type='html'>I was thrilled to be able to watch a surgery much like the one below. On Tuesday, I witnessed my first full blown surgery. I stood back  by the guy with the orange and yellow hat, watching the whole thing: A total knee replacement. It was crazy! I kept praying as the surgeon pounded and drilled and scraped and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chisled&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;patient's&lt;/span&gt; open and exposed knee joint, "Lord help me! This is painful for that person." I had to wiggle my legs and take some deep breaths from time to time just so I wouldn't fall over and faint. I am so glad that the patient could not hear or feel anything, otherwise she would have been traumatized! I think I might investigate surgical nursing more... it is a fascinating field to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rfo35KHE99I/AAAAAAAAACo/gT8VWublRMw/s1600-h/kneephoto_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042404187900803026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rfo35KHE99I/AAAAAAAAACo/gT8VWublRMw/s320/kneephoto_resized.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/3003314872408465403-7673652621518817143?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/7673652621518817143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=7673652621518817143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7673652621518817143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7673652621518817143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/03/blood-and-guts-and-bones.html' title='Blood and Guts and Bones'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rfo35KHE99I/AAAAAAAAACo/gT8VWublRMw/s72-c/kneephoto_resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-3130740388940486004</id><published>2007-03-12T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:09:13.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm goin pro...</title><content type='html'>Snow, not here in Indiana, but definately at &lt;a href="http://www.pknpk.com"&gt;Peek n Peak NY&lt;/a&gt;, where I made my skiing debut. My training in third grade on the bunny hills of Ohio prepared me for my incredible display of skills on the slopes in New York. I didn't fall... well, only a couple of times.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RfXymaHE95I/AAAAAAAAACI/r4aNNAsXldo/s1600-h/DSC00775.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RfXymaHE95I/AAAAAAAAACI/r4aNNAsXldo/s1600-h/DSC00775.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RfXymaHE95I/AAAAAAAAACI/r4aNNAsXldo/s1600-h/DSC00775.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041202099569096594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RfXymaHE95I/AAAAAAAAACI/r4aNNAsXldo/s320/DSC00775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we stayed, for free! My FAMILY has this huge lodge near the ski resort. It was great, and convenient. I think I might go back sometime when it is filled with the thirty people it was built for. It really holds about that much. You should see the dining room table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041202095274129282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RfXymKHE94I/AAAAAAAAACA/zPrGsqO5_HA/s320/DSC05993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All geared up and ready to swish down those green and BLUE slopes (I was kinda proud of myself, actually.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041202073799292786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RfXyk6HE93I/AAAAAAAAAB4/7-T9dcHEgdo/s320/DSC00746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no joke that Austin and I skied that day for a whoppin 15 bucks. We found skis, boots, and poles that fit! at the lodge... And some angel pawned off his extra lift tickets to us at less than half price of the Spring season price! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041203671527126978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RfX0B6HE98I/AAAAAAAAACg/5qq0IJKlZCA/s320/DSC06002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich and Jeremy relaxing on the lift. And below, yes we were actually there. That's me with those fine (and borrowed) goggles that gave me a superbly buggy look, but kept my eyes from watering as I sped down the slope and unstoppable velocity:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RfXym6HE96I/AAAAAAAAACQ/d5YS467HxvM/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041202108159031202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RfXym6HE96I/AAAAAAAAACQ/d5YS467HxvM/s320/DSC06000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-3130740388940486004?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/3130740388940486004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=3130740388940486004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/3130740388940486004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/3130740388940486004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-goin-pro.html' title='I&apos;m goin pro...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RfXymaHE95I/AAAAAAAAACI/r4aNNAsXldo/s72-c/DSC00775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-5848954567668033911</id><published>2007-02-28T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:43:35.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TV... BAD!</title><content type='html'>Instead of getting down to business, I just enjoyed (but hated it too) the premier of America's Next Top Model. TV can be so addicting. I should be finishing my paper on why television is so bad for human behavior... it's not your friend. Oh, Spring Break, come quickly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-5848954567668033911?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/5848954567668033911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=5848954567668033911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5848954567668033911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5848954567668033911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/02/tv-bad.html' title='TV... BAD!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-3670967197044528778</id><published>2007-02-25T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:08:40.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be...</title><content type='html'>I am not contemplating my own death, but the concept of death, actually. Sounding morbid? Well, for a project focused on death and dying in my Home Health class (a very Hospice-y focused class), I watched six videos related to process of death and dying. It was very enlightening, but left me with questions regarding death. I wonder what kind of death I will want. In Mexico, death is celebrated with the Day of the Dead. Families gather around their loved ones' graves for an entire day, with happy singing, candles, flowers, art... it's quite exciting. Not the death part, but the celebration of death, as it is a part of life. Besides that, I also am contemplating the thought of mercy killing--or euthanasia as you may know it. These documentaries depicted this kind of death as almost sane. I wondered if I would kill my spouse if they were in such pain and agony, they could do nothing. I don't think so, but it's hard to tell. What is this world coming to? In one of the videos, it showed a house just for AIDS patients, where people with AIDS lived together supporting one another until they died. It made me think of how much I can do as a nurse, hoping to reach out to people in such need and distress, giving to all kinds of their needs: spiritual, physical, emotional, social... I think I might want to work either in the business of bringing life into the world, or sending people out of it. They are both special times in peoples' lives, and I would love to share in it, as wierd as that might sound. Just the thoughts of this nursing student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-3670967197044528778?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/3670967197044528778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=3670967197044528778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/3670967197044528778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/3670967197044528778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be...'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-1564126334156306928</id><published>2007-02-22T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:48:35.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new discoveries</title><content type='html'>Do people ever suprise you with their orignality? I was suprised today by Austin's creative solution to my time dilemna. He sayed, "Let's plan!" and then told me a great idea on how to get started and stay going on my homework tonight. It was very original, and I think he is very smart. Then he came over unannounced and showed me his new Valentine's day slippers and cleanly shaven face. He's so funny and unpredictable sometimes. I often think I have him figured out, but then he does something new! Oh me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-1564126334156306928?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/1564126334156306928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=1564126334156306928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1564126334156306928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/1564126334156306928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-discoveries.html' title='new discoveries'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-4757736603567249891</id><published>2007-02-19T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:58:50.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muncie Gras</title><content type='html'>Don't plan on going to Muncie when they are celebrating Mardi Gras. Austin had planned a wonderful day for our Valentine's Day celebration, with a trip to a glass museum and then a beautiful art gallery. However both were closed! So we ended up riding the Magic School Bus and folding our way to fun with some origami (or however you spell it!) at another museum-y place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin commented on how unfortunate it is that Mardi Gras is traditionally a catholic celebration... Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am learning about getting my hopes up, meaning not expecting everything to be a fairytale. My sweet Austin gave me some beautiful flowers and the new Jars of Clay CD. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033367371097161202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rdoc9MJJvfI/AAAAAAAAABo/2-hKdfdrzgY/s320/DSC05959.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of the bargain dress I found...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033366722557099490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdocXcJJveI/AAAAAAAAABg/2JX3gf70qaA/s320/DSC05961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait to wear this! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-4757736603567249891?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/4757736603567249891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=4757736603567249891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4757736603567249891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/4757736603567249891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/02/muncie-gras.html' title='Muncie Gras'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rdoc9MJJvfI/AAAAAAAAABo/2-hKdfdrzgY/s72-c/DSC05959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-5302148007906059056</id><published>2007-02-17T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:22:08.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>girls night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got to spend some time with my old roommates last night. We went to Fort Wayne and painted the town red (just kidding). It was a very mild and fun girls night out. We first went to Flat Top Grill and then to do some shopping, where I found a dress from Ann Taylor Loft for 20 some dollars! What a steal. We lolligagged around Barnes and Noble for a while and then Starbucks, and caught a late movie: &lt;em&gt;Because I Said So&lt;/em&gt; with Diane Keaton. I wouldn't suggest this one. I don't think I'll see it again. Anywho, today I am off to a suprise date! Hooray! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdcrdcrQUUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5BkSU0Lryco/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032538893523636546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdcrdcrQUUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5BkSU0Lryco/s320/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rdcrd8rQUVI/AAAAAAAAABE/L4Cqv7BZi8s/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032538902113571154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/Rdcrd8rQUVI/AAAAAAAAABE/L4Cqv7BZi8s/s320/DSC00693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdcrecrQUWI/AAAAAAAAABM/ecliTbchf5A/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032538910703505762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdcrecrQUWI/AAAAAAAAABM/ecliTbchf5A/s320/DSC00698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-5302148007906059056?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/5302148007906059056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=5302148007906059056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5302148007906059056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/5302148007906059056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/02/girls-night-out.html' title='girls night out'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdcrdcrQUUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5BkSU0Lryco/s72-c/DSC00696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-7122617330773368476</id><published>2007-02-14T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:18:29.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another snow day</title><content type='html'>Two days in a row! No classes again for today. This announcement made Valentine's Day seem like a national super holiday. I watched &lt;em&gt;The Lake House&lt;/em&gt; today for free in the theater on campus. It was a sweet V-day film. And tonight, I went sledding at a monster hill near the hospital. What a good day! I think I am ready for some structure though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3003314872408465403-7122617330773368476?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/7122617330773368476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=7122617330773368476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7122617330773368476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7122617330773368476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-snow-day.html' title='Another snow day'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003314872408465403.post-7471066821101220860</id><published>2007-02-13T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:39:23.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, SNOW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Indiana has been pounded with icy windy snow, enough to cancel my clinicals and all university classes today. There is even a possibility that classes could be cancelled tomorrow! This hasn't happened here since 1978.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't done much today but sit inside staying warm, although all of us girls in my apartment ate a fine breakfast of pancakes, hashbrowns, and bacon this morning. I feel like I am hibernating with all the carbs I've eaten today, especially since I have not ventured out today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdKQ6crQUTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rs-vlKWfTR0/s1600-h/masks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031243067530694962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdKQ6crQUTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rs-vlKWfTR0/s320/masks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdKQeMrQURI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I0wGmKzYDtE/s1600-h/snow+bikes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031242582199390482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdKQeMrQURI/AAAAAAAAAAU/I0wGmKzYDtE/s320/snow+bikes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdKQeMrQUSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C6uCC3iGnyU/s1600-h/snow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031242582199390498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdKQeMrQUSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/C6uCC3iGnyU/s320/snow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdKQP8rQUQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z2PxHqgm9pI/s1600-h/masks.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3003314872408465403-7471066821101220860?l=erichardson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/feeds/7471066821101220860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3003314872408465403&amp;postID=7471066821101220860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7471066821101220860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003314872408465403/posts/default/7471066821101220860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erichardson.blogspot.com/2007/02/indiana-has-been-pounded-with-icy-windy.html' title='Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, SNOW!!!!!'/><author><name>Elise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01481435232117872808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8187/366615585010798/254/z/638423/gse_multipart23128.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b-YDkpD6euo/RdKQ6crQUTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rs-vlKWfTR0/s72-c/masks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
