<?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-4146550</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:04:52.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicks and giggles </title><subtitle type='html'>just in case you wanted to know</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-113432923964686939</id><published>2005-12-11T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:27:19.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've only got a few more days. Then I'll be finished with LeTourneau. Prayer needed, this isn't going to be easy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/113432923964686939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/113432923964686939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113432923964686939' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-113216092344947865</id><published>2005-11-16T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:08:43.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am at the begining of a long frusterating process. I am starting to apply for Human Resource positions. I filled out two applications online this morning. They were both government positions both holding the title of Human Resource Assistant. I doubt I will hear from either one of them. It is a start anyhow. We shall see what will happen from here on out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/113216092344947865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/113216092344947865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113216092344947865' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-113199844496077186</id><published>2005-11-14T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T14:00:44.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today we learned that those little peices of metal that hold jean pockets together will get very hot when left in the drier. They will burn you when you put your pants on if you aren't careful. Join us tomorrow for more, Lessons for stupid people, with Lisl Garnett.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/113199844496077186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/113199844496077186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113199844496077186' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-113138218437806847</id><published>2005-11-07T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:49:44.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The problem with jobs is that they do not exist in a emotional and spiritual vacuum. There have been problems raised by my work that I never expected. There are some situations that no amount of education can prepare you for. How do you represent Christ to people who are sick of Christianity due to Christian hypocracy? How do you act around co-workers who are gay? What do you say to co-workers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/113138218437806847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/113138218437806847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113138218437806847' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-113016359087162091</id><published>2005-10-24T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:19:50.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything is moving ahead very quickly now. I changed my graduation date from may to December. That made things a little crazy. Now I am getting ready to take the PHR exam and searching for a job. I've been praying that if this is what God wants He will open the doors and so far doors have just swung open. I still have a lot of work left to do. I really feel like this is what I needed; a chance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/113016359087162091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/113016359087162091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113016359087162091' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-112873815031072795</id><published>2005-10-07T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:22:30.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its another starting over time for me. I don't know how many of these I've had. That's okay. Don't know what I'm going to do for the next few months. There is a possibility of me leaving Longview as early as next semester. We'll see where God leads.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112873815031072795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112873815031072795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112873815031072795' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-112783425461884676</id><published>2005-09-27T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T10:17:34.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since this summer I have needed a direction for my life. I've finally decided I'm going to shoot for graduate school. I don't know if I will actually go to graduate school or not but at this point I'm going to move towards that. I'm not even sure what I will go to graduate school in. Well, I better get ready for class.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112783425461884676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112783425461884676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112783425461884676' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-112693140700835102</id><published>2005-09-16T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:30:07.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight, I got carded to see Madacascar. I got carded!!!! They have to see my I.D. to let me into Madagascar. I had a great night tonight with the Hellmuths. I've discovered I have a tendency to stay in my room at my computer watching movies or playing World of Warcraft and I do not get out and see people. This is a very bad thing. I have now started slowly putting things back together again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112693140700835102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112693140700835102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112693140700835102' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-112602042233881475</id><published>2005-09-06T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:27:02.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had one of those days where you just wanted to be angry at everyone for no reason what so ever? I am having a week like that. Although I know it is not true it feels like it has been weeks since anything has gone right. The reality is that I have a good job, a nice apartment and supportive friends. What it feels like is anything but that. I just want to be normal, whatever that is. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112602042233881475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112602042233881475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_09_04_archive.html#112602042233881475' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-112498926107468577</id><published>2005-08-25T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T14:04:33.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After four years of being sick all the time I've come to the joyous conclusion that I simply have a decrepid immune system. I can't get away with anything. I'm not sure why. I can't get away with not sleeping normal hours. I can't get away with not eating well (as in three meals a day with fruits and veggies, bah). I can't get away with working more than forty hours a week. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112498926107468577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112498926107468577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112498926107468577' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-112485442316109542</id><published>2005-08-23T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:33:43.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work takes all my energy and time at the moment. My schedule seems to be exactly opposit everyone elses so I do not see anyone. Outlook for next few years seems rather depressing really. Work hard this year, finish school. Then for the next few years I get to work my tail end off at a lower end job (where one usually starts out in the world) while trying to pay off school loans. lovely lovely. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112485442316109542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112485442316109542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_08_21_archive.html#112485442316109542' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-112351135230294481</id><published>2005-08-08T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T09:29:12.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, haven't posted in a while. Not sure where to start. Job is going moderately well. Had a great time in Washington with my family. Saw the beach and many other fun things as well. Been sick the last few days. Not sure what I have but I plan on figuring that out today. Having a good break from school. Glad to be done with it for a while. Its good to have some time to get myself together. Chris</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112351135230294481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112351135230294481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112351135230294481' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-112152074965529911</id><published>2005-07-16T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T08:32:29.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired, I'm just tired. I generally like my job. People are usually nice to me but everyone seems so stressed out around there. Understaffing seems to be a problem around there. Overall I would say its not too bad. I am in the process of moving. Jenny and Heather have both been a tremendous help with everything since I've been working. I fly back to Washington on wednesday. It should be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112152074965529911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/112152074965529911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112152074965529911' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-111979597710003019</id><published>2005-06-26T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T09:26:17.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, well here is the update on my life in general. I will now be working for Home Depot part time. It will probably be where I work during the school year as well. I will be living with Heather Redmon and Jenny next semester in Regency Park. I have completed my calculus class. I will be flying to Washington for a week in July to be in a friends wedding. That is where things are at.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111979597710003019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111979597710003019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#111979597710003019' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-111737942701911089</id><published>2005-05-29T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T10:10:27.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Amanda left this morning for Washington. We will not see her again for another three years. I cannot even imagine that amount of time at this point. She will be sorely missed to put it mildly. My life is mainly trying to tie up loose ends right now. I have to get everything moved out of the house and finally be done with that place. I need to find a place for Kronk, our dog. I need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111737942701911089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111737942701911089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111737942701911089' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-111695856885769273</id><published>2005-05-24T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T10:01:48.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back on campus again. Its really strange. Almost feels like last year did not happen at all. Now that I am not getting married I have about one option; work like crazy. I picked a degree I thought I would enjoy; management. I did not think about the fact that most managers work long hours and do not have much time off. For the last year, I had planned on taking a lower paying job that would be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111695856885769273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111695856885769273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111695856885769273' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-111529799555734204</id><published>2005-05-05T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:59:55.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hm, well, I passed Strategic management. That is a good start. I guess I will have to wait and see if I passed anything else. At this rate I might even graduate next year, wouldn't that be amazing. I am not terribly worried about it any longer. I will get my degree, I know I will, its just a matter of when. I have considered taking a semester off simply because I turn 23 next semester and then I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111529799555734204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111529799555734204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111529799555734204' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-111500430757141923</id><published>2005-05-01T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:25:07.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is the 60th anniversary of the liberation of the Nazi concentration camps. Reading through the reports on CNN about the holocaust gets to my sympathetic side. I get the same feeling I got when I was standing in the children’s cancer ward in Honduras. It is a quiet sad feeling I cannot really describe. There is so much that could be done, so much that should be done. They asked on CNN.com if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111500430757141923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111500430757141923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111500430757141923' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-111447065073155169</id><published>2005-04-25T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:11:14.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoever is praying for me; it is working.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111447065073155169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111447065073155169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111447065073155169' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-111401611053086894</id><published>2005-04-20T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T11:55:10.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like Shaggy, in a scooby doo movie when he looks over at Scooby and says "great Scoob, like, now what?!" I spent the last year planning towards getting married. My outlook on life was different, my priorities were different. Now it does not look like I will get married any time soon and the question that is overwhelming me is "now what?". Do I start another business? Naw, businesses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111401611053086894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111401611053086894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111401611053086894' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-111158686625553747</id><published>2005-03-23T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T08:07:46.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remind me again, why am I in school? Right now my last ten hours that I have left after this semester seem impossible. It is not even that they are that difficult really, its just that, I don't know.... school in general just seems impossible right now. I can't seem to make myself study, I can't focus in class. I can't make myself get organized enough to get things in on time. I may just be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111158686625553747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/111158686625553747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111158686625553747' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110994168102078910</id><published>2005-03-04T07:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T07:08:01.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is normally the part of the semester when I go crazy. This year is no exception. I have a presentation today that is worth twentyfive percent of my grade, I have a quiz on tuesday and a test on tuesday that is worth another twenty five percent. IN between now and then I will be in Dallas at Chris's cousin's wedding. Oh well, such is life... The insanity continues.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110994168102078910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110994168102078910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110994168102078910' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110921581845229936</id><published>2005-02-23T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:30:18.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, this is the point in the semester where I generally feel like curling up into a little ball and crying. The mass of papers and tests lands on one four day period. Fortunately this semester the four day period spans a weekend; this weekend. I start to loose my mables when I get this busy, last night I went to bed with my toothbrush in my hand. I only realized what was going on when Jenny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110921581845229936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110921581845229936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110921581845229936' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110826017933884092</id><published>2005-02-12T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T20:02:59.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In an effort to pretend to be a mature adult I chopped my hair off. I think I cut off about eleven inches, well it measured eleven inches when it was curly. So far I like it. It is very nice to not have headaches. It feels strange not to have hair that at least reaches the middle of my back. I was origonally planning on getting it cut like an anime charecter but then I decided that I like seeing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110826017933884092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110826017933884092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110826017933884092' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110722493217406893</id><published>2005-01-31T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:28:52.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its getting consistently harder and harder to keep up in classes. I just cannot bring myself to study like I used to. I can finish homework fine but I just can't manage to do the studying for the tests. This is my last full semester, I'm just praying I make it through. For some reason I feel tired, I have no reason to feel tired. I am really not doing that much but I am exhausted. Could use </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110722493217406893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110722493217406893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110722493217406893' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110580876244334706</id><published>2005-01-15T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T11:06:02.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am. My last full semester. As usual, I'm doing good. I am fairly happy with everything. My classes look like they are going to be pretty challenging but yet still enjoyable. I am taking capstone kind of courses this semester. Lots of fun really. Its strange to think that they are actually going to give me a degree. I am actually graduating and probably working full time. As my cousin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110580876244334706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110580876244334706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110580876244334706' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110494524065193077</id><published>2005-01-05T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T11:14:00.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I made it. I'm sitting in my old room looking out at tons of snow. There is ice lining my window. Its pretty but generally discourages one from doing anything other than sitting inside and reading a book. I managed to have one of my most scatterbrained days yesterday. I had three flights on three different airlines; don't ask me how I managed that. I almost missed every one of them. I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110494524065193077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110494524065193077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110494524065193077' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110485303661538743</id><published>2005-01-04T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T09:37:16.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, January 3rd, at one in the afternoon my grandma on my dad's side passed away. It was something that was expected for the last three years. Of course my family is sad, but it is  a good kind of sad. My grandma Garnett was never really created to be without my grampa Garnett and he passed away two years ago. She was suffering from Alshiemers and it was getting pretty bad. She was an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110485303661538743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110485303661538743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110485303661538743' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110458429577672118</id><published>2005-01-01T06:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T07:02:55.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, new year. That time of year when people sit around and get plastered and eat fattening foods and talk about resolving to drink less and loose wieght. I've never really been one for New Years resolutions. This might be due to the fact that if anyone resolves to gain weight they either get the death look or a swift kick in the shins from everyone around them.My new years resolutions have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110458429577672118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110458429577672118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110458429577672118' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110433808142572627</id><published>2004-12-29T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T10:34:41.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I am back in Longview. Kronk, my dog is very happy to see me. He gets very lonely when no one is here to play with him. I had a wonderful time with my family. I got to see all three of my grandma's (one of them is adopted) as well as my little brother and sister and parents. Then when I got back I saw Chris's parents for a short time as well as my brother and sister in law. Karen, my sister</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110433808142572627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110433808142572627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110433808142572627' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110368165712447634</id><published>2004-12-21T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:14:17.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am back in Goldendale. The place has not changed much, not sure if it ever will. Many people from my high school have gotten married, usually to other people from Goldendale. That is a little scary. I can't believe the amount of people willing to live in this little town. I understand why my parents do; but the rest of these people do not really have good excuses. It is an hour drive to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110368165712447634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110368165712447634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110368165712447634' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110251321456008325</id><published>2004-12-08T07:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T07:40:14.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, here I am. I can't find my assignment that is due this morning and so I am contemplating not going to class. I do not know what to do. Strangely, I am in a really good mood. It is the end of the semester, that is a very good thing. I have not accomplished any of the things I thought I would accomplish this semester but for some reason I am at peace with that. My friend Patricia Humphrey will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110251321456008325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110251321456008325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110251321456008325' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110173300978045532</id><published>2004-11-29T06:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T06:56:49.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life seems to be unraveling at the moment. Everything that seemed so secure seems to be falling to pieces right now. This is the craziest two weeks of the semester. Prayer would be apreciated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110173300978045532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110173300978045532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110173300978045532' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110109949729422841</id><published>2004-11-21T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:58:17.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would just like to tell everyone that my incredibly talented little sister, Sarah Rosa Garnett, made the JV basketball team. That, for being a sophomore, is quite an accomplishment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110109949729422841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110109949729422841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110109949729422841' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110086752242366687</id><published>2004-11-19T06:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T06:32:02.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah college, time to stay up until midnight, get up at five and pry your eyelids open with a crow bar. Then sit there staring at your homework, cursing the existence of alarm clocks, professors, school in general and room mate who sing annoying happy Christmas songs at six thirty in the stinking morning! What am I doing up at this hour? I am trying to finish the homework that I did not get done </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110086752242366687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110086752242366687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110086752242366687' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110061054819566766</id><published>2004-11-16T07:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T07:09:08.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seven in the morning, paper due at noon and I cannot for the life of me focus on what I should be doing. My brain is going off in every direction imaginable. Daugh, its very difficult. I even like the subject. Dangit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110061054819566766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110061054819566766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110061054819566766' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-110012544748037739</id><published>2004-11-10T16:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T16:24:07.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now a senior, I am twenty two years old, I will have been in school for four years this coming May. I still feel stupid, as a matter of fact I feel considerably more stupid now than when I began here. Sometime back in my freshman year I believed I was capable of writing papers, I thought I was good at science and I thought business was an easy degree. Somewhere out there beyond graduation is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110012544748037739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/110012544748037739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110012544748037739' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109927223210145443</id><published>2004-10-31T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T19:23:52.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the part where I throw my head through a wall. I am so frusterated and behind it is not even funny. I am ready to just go crazy. Everywhere I look in my room there are piles of things I should have done weeks ago. I just can't seem to keep up. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHHH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109927223210145443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109927223210145443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109927223210145443' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109898721303199574</id><published>2004-10-28T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T13:13:33.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>drowning in papers, tests, etc. I'm falling behind. Not good. Agh, If I can make it through these few weeks the rest of the semester should be okay. This is my two hardest weeks. And of these weeks, this weekend will probably be the worst. Prayer would be appreciated. The bright side is once this is over, then I will know the worst part is behind me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109898721303199574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109898721303199574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109898721303199574' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109802793824805518</id><published>2004-10-17T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T10:45:38.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week, since Tuesday night, has been wonderful. Chris and I are enjoying each other more than I think we ever have. Its the way things were when we first got together, that same feeling. I would expect there to be a lot of uncertainty and confusion around this time but there really isn't. It is the kind of feeling I had when Chris and I first talked about getting married. It just feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109802793824805518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109802793824805518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_10_17_archive.html#109802793824805518' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109777221209976870</id><published>2004-10-14T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T11:50:46.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I guess this is the easiest way to tell people. Tuesday night I postponed the wedding basically because of stress. Ever since Chris and I got engaged it was difficult. We were trying so hard to get things done in a small amount of time. He was having a hard time keeping up and had very little energy. I have had health problems that required time to take care of. Plus, I will not know until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109777221209976870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109777221209976870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109777221209976870' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109753949998358175</id><published>2004-10-11T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:04:59.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a long talk with Dr. Feezel the other day and I am just starting to process it. Dr. Feezell is my Production Ops management teacher. That is currently my favorite class. It is big picture stuff. I like big picture stuff I can handle that. I asked him the question of what makes countries profitable and we came up with a list of things.The first thing he suggested was the underlying values of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109753949998358175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109753949998358175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109753949998358175' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109698691737571219</id><published>2004-10-05T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T09:35:17.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, well. It is another crazy morning. Way too much to do, way to little time. Such is life. Test tomorrow in Poetical books and I have ten journals to do. Its been a good day so far. Intersting morning. Neither Jenny or Ananda had class this morning so it was a little difficult to drag myself out of bed. Just before I ran out the door I managed to step on a rusty curtain rod and hurt my foot. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109698691737571219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109698691737571219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109698691737571219' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109657314277043282</id><published>2004-09-30T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:39:02.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The latest thought in my wandering mind. What makes a country sucessful from a business standpoint? The obvious answer is "money" but what is money. Money is simply a contract, it is based on trust in that money's value. If the inflation rate were to skyrocket then money would be worth nothing. So then the next answer is resources. Well, Russia has more resources than most countries but at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109657314277043282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109657314277043282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109657314277043282' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109590907875428507</id><published>2004-09-22T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T22:12:34.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess what!!! MY BROTHER, WILL, GOT MARRIED. To his girflriend Karen. So I now have a sister in law; Karen Garnett. Since Karen had a daughter, Courtney, I now also have a niece. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109590907875428507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109590907875428507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109590907875428507' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109552804822027078</id><published>2004-09-18T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T12:20:48.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some reason my mind has just gone somewhere else this week. I can not focus for the life of me, which is not good at all. I have a lot of reading to catch up on. My mind keeps shifting to various places where the things I am learning could be applied. That isn't necessarily a bad thing but it gets to be a pain when I realize I've read an entire chapter and comprehended none of it because my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109552804822027078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109552804822027078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109552804822027078' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109425748551854129</id><published>2004-09-03T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T19:24:45.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a very sad day today for a number of reasons. Its been a hard week for that matter. Today we learned that a friend, Jason Marshall, lost his mother recently. That was hard to hear. Jenny cried through chapel. Jason, if you are reading this, there is a group down here that cares for you very much and is praying for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109425748551854129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109425748551854129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109425748551854129' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109157083728445582</id><published>2004-08-03T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T17:07:17.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day at work over. I don't have time really to enjoy the feeling of being done. Trying to decide if I should go work out tonight or stay to work on the house. Either place I go I know I'll feel guilty for not being at the other place. There just aren't enough hours in the day. My list of things to be done is just getting longer and longer. I guess this is just a part of being in college, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109157083728445582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109157083728445582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109157083728445582' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109137185251054686</id><published>2004-08-01T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T09:50:52.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its August first, my last day as president of LFGH. So this is going to be an over emotional goodbye post to LFGH. I'm allowed to be emotional about this, I've been leading it for two years. It gets to you after a while.First I'd like to apoligize to all those who have been in LFGH, for the leader that I haven't been over the last few years. There have been so many times when I have let my own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109137185251054686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109137185251054686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109137185251054686' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109076862568293235</id><published>2004-07-25T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T10:31:44.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, here it is already the end of June and I really haven't finished much of anything I planned to do this summer. I've started quite a bit of it but I haven't finished any of it. Andy and Ryan were gracious enough yesterday to come over to the house with me and work on it. They were there all day as far as I know. They did the carpets and primered the walls. I can't wait to see the look on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109076862568293235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109076862568293235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109076862568293235' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-109008651663377321</id><published>2004-07-17T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T12:48:36.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well its been one heck of a long week. I've managed to get an infection and an upset stomache at the same time. Which is not so good, because I had a rather hard time keeping antibiotic down. I'm not entirely sure if the upset stomach was due to nerves or an actual flu. It was quite an annoyance. I also managed to have a bout of insomnia. For about a week I don't think I slept more than three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109008651663377321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/109008651663377321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109008651663377321' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108887614172292569</id><published>2004-07-03T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T12:35:41.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ugh, I'm swamped again. I don't know how I manage to do this, I always think I'm going to have all this spare time and then all of a sudden I'm covered in a pile of unfinished to do list and haven't slept or eaten decent for the last week. There are so many things I need to do I can't even see straight. I'm getting more and more forgetful. I think my brian is just getting tired of details. So if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108887614172292569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108887614172292569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108887614172292569' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108808145123156867</id><published>2004-06-24T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T07:50:51.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I haven't been back in Texas very long and my life is already beyond crazy. I'm taking this morning off work to try desparately to get ahold of my friend Caleb or Gerry. Caleb is currently down in Honduras and things aren't exactly going as planned. Much prayer is needed. I don't know what is going to happen. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108808145123156867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108808145123156867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108808145123156867' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108735755740853921</id><published>2004-06-15T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T22:45:57.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so tired. long day, very long day. I'm flying back to Texas on friday. Which I think will work out the best. Then I can stop stressing out over my to-do list. Goldendale is always a hard place to be. I am glad I came back to see people. I have enjoyed my time with my family, but I need to get back. I've periodically talked to people in Texas: Jenny, Caleb and of course Gecko. When Jenny and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108735755740853921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108735755740853921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108735755740853921' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108723070035473359</id><published>2004-06-14T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T11:31:40.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, Jess is graduated. Sarah is off to school and everyone else is left. There really isn't much to do here. THe bad news is that I can't work at the hospital. The good news is that I don't need to do anything to keep my certification current. SO I will probably be able to get a job working in a hospital laboratory when I get back to Texas. At this point anything would be better than phisical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108723070035473359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108723070035473359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108723070035473359' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108709886565993521</id><published>2004-06-12T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T22:54:25.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another day in Goldendale, my family is strange. Went back to my old church tonight. That was interesting. Saw all the "old friends". I remembered tonight how much of a dork I was in high school. No one talked to me in high school. I was the official nerd. (in case you guys didn't know that by my stories of tech club and astronomy). I come back here now and say hi to people and they smile like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108709886565993521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108709886565993521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108709886565993521' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108705500560903842</id><published>2004-06-12T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T10:43:25.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This town never changes. Graduation last night was pretty well the same as it has always been. My little brother has decided not to cut his hair for a long time and he sufficiently looks like a walking mop. He looks happy, happy to be out of here (which I don't blame him for) and happy to be going to camp and then on to Trinity Western up in Canada. He claims he doesn't know what he wants to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108705500560903842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108705500560903842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108705500560903842' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108679399075601982</id><published>2004-06-09T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T10:13:10.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, I'm off to Washington to see my little brother graduate. Hopefully I'll be allowed to get some hours in at the hospital lab up there, maybe renew my certification. We shall see. Whatever happens this will be interesting. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108679399075601982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108679399075601982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108679399075601982' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108627379849462150</id><published>2004-06-03T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T09:43:18.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it puts life into perspective I guess. One minute I'm so worried about the color of fabric for the tableclothes at my reception and the next it all seems so empty and pointless as I watch Jenny. There was another outbreak of violence in Congo. Please pray, this is hard, pray for her, and the country she has known as home for fifteen years. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108627379849462150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108627379849462150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108627379849462150' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108428742132698227</id><published>2004-05-11T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T09:57:01.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a warm cup of swedish espresso with hazelnut syrup. its about to rain and its a little colder than normal outside. Life is wonderful. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108428742132698227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108428742132698227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108428742132698227' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108403983406473485</id><published>2004-05-08T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T13:14:56.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Need for prayer: Amanda Morgan is going to Estonia this summer and is badly in need of prayer support. She is leaving tomorrow and will return the twenty fifth. She needs prayer that God will work in her and through her. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108403983406473485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108403983406473485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108403983406473485' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108379105838563053</id><published>2004-05-05T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T16:08:37.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have officially lost all motivation for anything. I should be doing a million other things right now but I'm not. My brain went on vacation yesterday unfortunately I had a final this morning. Finals this week have been one of the hardest I've had. Not acedemically it just seemed to be harder as far as time goes. I guess going to Honduras two weeks beforehand would have that kind of affect. Now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108379105838563053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108379105838563053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108379105838563053' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108379002998319198</id><published>2004-05-05T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T15:51:28.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another finals week quote"they go together individually" Gecko</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108379002998319198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108379002998319198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108379002998319198' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108359468303861622</id><published>2004-05-03T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T09:35:29.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More fun stuff from Finals weekJenny said I had to put this on hereJenny: hating chemistry runs in my familyme: a lot of crazy things run into my family. (that may only be funny at three in the morning when you haven't slept in a really long time)My roommate is currently going nuts, I'm afraid. She is "answering" the phone when it isn't ringing. More conversations with JennyI walk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108359468303861622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108359468303861622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108359468303861622' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108338870427184786</id><published>2004-05-01T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T00:23:13.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quotes from the week before Finals. Hard stuff is hard-amandaThis is the worst year we’ve had all year-JenniferCaptain underpants smells like pickles-KellySeven editors it has.(in a yoda voice, to the easy bib site at five in the morning) -JennyAt the moment I'm watching Amanda pick her nose with my gerber tool. See, wire cutters really are useful for everything. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108338870427184786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108338870427184786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108338870427184786' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108316004322431801</id><published>2004-04-28T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T08:51:31.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sent this off this morning. Most people knew it was coming, it was still really really hard. I had to make a choice, and God called me to this degree. It something I have wanted all my life. So, here is hoping God will take things from here. Hey everyone;God has blessed this organization in so many ways. Looking back over the last two years I can see His hand in every part of it. He has shown </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108316004322431801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108316004322431801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108316004322431801' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108300927859724555</id><published>2004-04-26T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:58:45.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Made it back to be greeted by excited LFGH people and grumpy professors. Oh well, I guess not everyone is really thrilled with what we are doing down there. Dr. Castro is coming around and now is wanting to get some students involved in LFGH maybe give them some internships. I'm still working on a job description for a marketing person so we can get one of those people involved. I'm thinking we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108300927859724555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108300927859724555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108300927859724555' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108275600967496288</id><published>2004-04-23T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T16:37:32.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long day, very long day. and its only three. We got a lot done this morning. We aren't quite sure yet what happened when Caleb was here. We have a nice thick stack of paper labeled "needs list"for the orphanage. We have things set up to do a lot of work on the place. In fact we have it set up to stay there. Gerry is great, although he is a nut, as is typical of youth pastors. We are meeting with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108275600967496288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108275600967496288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108275600967496288' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108268469815487473</id><published>2004-04-22T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T20:48:59.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired..... tired tired tired. if I ever get through this I'm never speaking spanish again as long as I live. THe verbal center of my brain has officially gone on strike, I can't even speak english any longer much less Spanish. I'm at a hotel in the middle of Tegucigalpa, we did find a translator (thank heaven) and we will be meeting him tomorrow. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108268469815487473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108268469815487473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108268469815487473' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108220930344641651</id><published>2004-04-17T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T08:45:37.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bought tickets a few days ago, got them in the mail yesterday. I hate paper tickets but that's all orbitz had at the time. So Stan and I are headed to Honduras next thuresday. None of the contacts that we have that speak english will be there. Life is going to be interesting, to say the least. This trip is better planned then any of our others have been. We are leaving thuresday morning out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108220930344641651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108220930344641651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108220930344641651' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108203553595784519</id><published>2004-04-15T08:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T08:36:07.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm officially missing class. Its marketing, which means I'm loosing points for not being there. (I love Dr. Fairweather, hate his attendence policy.) The last two days have been a whirlwind and today is going to be the worst of them all. A number of things have ran through my head in the last two days, mainly its a frightening thing to fall into the hands of an awsome God, but its and even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108203553595784519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108203553595784519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108203553595784519' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108199167328816850</id><published>2004-04-14T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:18:24.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here we go again. Off to Honduras in a week and a half. eight days to be exact. more details when I have time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108199167328816850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108199167328816850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108199167328816850' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108134671234612064</id><published>2004-04-07T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T09:08:53.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, we made it through Jenny's surgery. Jenny could still use prayer on the recovery. That woman is crazy, she is in class today. She is still on the medication. I can't fuction on that stuff I dont know how she is. I have now decided that getting up at four in the morning should be against some kind of law. Things just get plain strange when Jenny and I get up early. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108134671234612064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108134671234612064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108134671234612064' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108061694004018814</id><published>2004-03-29T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T21:25:49.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We saw the Passion yesterday. I expected to have many great theological realizations. There was only one thing that really really struck me from it.  As I watched the part where Christ is actually nailed to the cross I kept thinking, may God forgive us for what we've done to His gospel. The rest of the night thats all I could think about. Thats really all I can say about the movie. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108061694004018814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108061694004018814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108061694004018814' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108061650408427225</id><published>2004-03-29T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:32:22.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update on Jenny: Things are going better in Congo parents seem to be out of danger for the moment. Thank you all for your prayers. Things in our room as a whole seem to have settled down. Its amazing how a few things change and suddenly life seems so much more managable. Classes are going better. I think I might actually make all my chapels this semsester if I go to every one I possibly can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108061650408427225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108061650408427225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108061650408427225' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108045538757635794</id><published>2004-03-28T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T00:33:14.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prayers needed. My room mate has had a bit of a tough month, to put it mildly. Evidently there is some fighting going on where her parents are in Congo. The poor girl is under enough stress as it is. She really didn't need this. Please pray</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108045538757635794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108045538757635794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108045538757635794' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108043623352965154</id><published>2004-03-27T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:34:16.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>full day of stuff with Chris. Spent this morning at a family enrichment seminar...... for two chapel credits :) Then the speakers took us out to eat. It was fun. We got to talk to them about some stuff that has come up with my family and stuff. Then we went by Target. Then we went to best buy and then to Office Depot. Tired, absolutely exhausted. Shopping normally wears me out, shopping for stuff</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108043623352965154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108043623352965154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108043623352965154' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108024963191026872</id><published>2004-03-25T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:34:52.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got more of that stuff packed into the back of my mouth today. Tastes great....... behind on chapels, behind on classes behind on everything. Stressed. There is so much to deal with right now. I just got turned down for an internship for Sameritians purse. I guess there is good parts and bad parts to that. It does mean I get to spend the summer here in Longview with Chris and I get to make it to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108024963191026872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108024963191026872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108024963191026872' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-108007491245815700</id><published>2004-03-23T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T14:51:53.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wonderful, I just went into the dentist for the second time since I got my teeth pulled. This time it was because I couldn't chew on one side of my mouth. I have officially decided the dental surgeon is nuts. He had this little piece of cloth with medicine on it that he was going to stick in my mouth. He was sitting there moving it up and down so it looked alive and going "down boy, good boy". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108007491245815700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/108007491245815700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108007491245815700' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107990746710713063</id><published>2004-03-21T16:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T08:43:05.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STRESS!!!! School.......... organization......... parents.........friends..........stress.. This whole wedding thing is going to be huge. I don't want to cut anyone out but things are getting absolutely insane. We had origonally planned on doing a party this weekend but we really don't have the time to put it together. So we rescheduled it for the third of April. I think my roommate Jenny Howard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107990746710713063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107990746710713063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107990746710713063' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107967225858809902</id><published>2004-03-18T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:00:53.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Learned several useful things today:1. eating corn nuts after getting your wisdom teeth pulled is a bad idea2. Louisiana drivers are crazy3. Garnetts have no sence of direction, especially when they are too busy talking to notice their turn off. 4. energy drinks make me see funny little dark spots. Yes, Ladies and gents after long hours we have finally arrived. Lousiana is, Lousiana. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107967225858809902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107967225858809902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107967225858809902' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107960805658523427</id><published>2004-03-18T05:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:05:29.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well guys, after a day of puking my guts out from having my wisdom teeth pulled and a day of shopping for wedding stuff I"m off again back to New Orleans. I do hope that by the time I get there I'm in a better mood becuase right now I"m plotting the immanent demise of our dear little Brazilian friend. (when all else fails beat Caleb, its just amusing). It is now five in the freakin morning, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107960805658523427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107960805658523427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107960805658523427' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-10791103934440228</id><published>2004-03-12T10:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T10:07:01.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Best responses to my engagement:my brother Will: "finally.......... are you okay?"My grandma Eunicee "Praise the Lord."John Abernathy "you are kidding me"my personal favoriteRosalba Garcia "Hell has frozen over, the world has stopped and is spinning backwards, monkeys can fly and earthworms have ears.... Lisl is getting married". Also by Rosalba, later that night "you are engaged, oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/10791103934440228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/10791103934440228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#10791103934440228' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107910845067868686</id><published>2004-03-12T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T08:49:52.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey everyone, I just woke up. We drove to New Orleans wednesday night. We loaded Jenny's van up with five of us girls and all their traveling stuff. Then with "mapquest" directions we drove to New Orleans. Amazingly enough, even with my sence of direction (or inherant lack there of) we made it without any incidents. I have had one of those weeks, where you sleep around four hours a night and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107910845067868686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107910845067868686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107910845067868686' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107897426472654369</id><published>2004-03-10T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:07:29.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please pray, I'm on my way to New Orleans with Jenny and the girls on the Honduras trip. The five of us will stay in a hotel room tonight and then Jenny and I will be driving back up tomorrow. We are relying on my map reading skills to get there (God help us all). Also, just girls alone in a hotel room isn't always the safest situation. Please pray. This is the only alternative at this point. God</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107897426472654369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107897426472654369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107897426472654369' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107889839667313730</id><published>2004-03-09T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T08:45:48.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, hell has officially frozen over, the feminist has fallen, I am engaged to Chris Talbott a.k.a. Gecko. It  happened Sunday, March seventh at seven pm.  The the big day is tenatively set for December, here in Texas. We want to have as many people there as possible so we shall see. I shall post more on my reaction that night when I have the energy to see straight. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107889839667313730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107889839667313730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107889839667313730' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107877513894214760</id><published>2004-03-08T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T13:48:40.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brain going on overload. Can't even process all that is happening. I will probably start to process things when we get through this week and I'm not in the week from hell as far as homework goes. long post too come about all the events of the last twenty four hours. I'm tired but very happy. I've never been hugged by so many people in all my life. When life calms down a bit I'll explain it all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107877513894214760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107877513894214760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107877513894214760' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107843327659895755</id><published>2004-03-04T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T14:50:52.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>could use prayers. The next few days are going to be insane for me and all the other people involved in LFGH, mainly Caleb, Jenny, Andrea and Berta. We are all short on time, I have four tests next week in two days. They leave wednesday, everything has to be together by then. Caleb is doing a good job but he isn't superman. We need prayer that all of this will come together somehow. God's done it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107843327659895755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107843327659895755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107843327659895755' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107825598227488758</id><published>2004-03-02T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T13:35:59.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stan suggested that when I become an HR lady I should put a sign up on my door that says "pink slip fairy" and then have a pair of wings hanging inside my office. I think if I walked into an organization and saw a sign like that I'd turn around and leave without applying. Now that I've pretty much decided to change over to HR, Dr Castro offers a Honduras trip during the summer to everyone. So I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107825598227488758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107825598227488758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107825598227488758' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107815150903136227</id><published>2004-03-01T08:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T08:36:21.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Although I do feel like a slacker, Caleb has taken over doing the LFGH stuff and is doing a good job of it. We got a nice digital camara and a nice video camara last night from Calebs parents. I'm excited, we will really use those. I may or may not be getting my wisdom teeth pulled over spring break. It depends on wether or not my parents are willing to pay for it. They aren't sure yet. If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107815150903136227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107815150903136227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107815150903136227' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107706685859240091</id><published>2004-02-17T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:16:54.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its humbling, its crazy, how much I'm in charge of. It may seem like a small thing to lots of people reading this, to everyone else it probably is. To me, its a lot. Caleb looked at me today and said "you are the leader person", in reference to a decision we had to make. I suddenly realized people actually follow me. The decisions I make actually do make a difference. That's gotta be one of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107706685859240091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107706685859240091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107706685859240091' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-10769529380870718</id><published>2004-02-16T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:38:15.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its a beautiful sunny day in Longview Texas and I'm in my room sick. I hate being sick, especially on days like this. Then again, not like I didn't have it coming. I've been eating fairly poorly all weekend. The week has been a little stressful. Lord willing I'll be functional by tomorrow. As for now I'm stuck sitting in my room doing homework and listening to music. Ah well, such is life. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/10769529380870718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/10769529380870718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#10769529380870718' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107673708897424623</id><published>2004-02-13T23:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:39:23.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a long day. We chose the cancel the trip to Honduras today. The ticket prices were just too high. I am not sure what we plan to do from here on out. We are doing four days of prayer this weekend. LFGH, the organization that does these trips, is something I started and to some extent, I still lead it. Much of this is my fault, my leadership gone wrong. I need prayer, God said He would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107673708897424623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107673708897424623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107673708897424623' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107604776373356126</id><published>2004-02-06T00:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T00:11:43.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More quotesKelly "I like your toes" Jenny "thank you I grew them myself"Sara Wuenchel "why do I always get stuck on crack" Dr. Hood "When you study too much you abuse your brain, and in the end you still don't know anything." Lisl "I was listening with my side brain"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107604776373356126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107604776373356126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604776373356126' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107599993668124359</id><published>2004-02-05T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T10:56:48.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just for fundefine this word "craperism"deep thoughts from Jennifer Howard. Did you  know the toilet was invented by Sir Thomas Crapper. (he was knighted for that). Lovely isn't it. Wouldn't you like to be known for something like that. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107599993668124359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107599993668124359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599993668124359' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107490070838137563</id><published>2004-01-23T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:33:50.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I never get anything doneLong list of things to do sitting on my desk. I get home from work and my cell phone rings, its Gecko. We go out to eat. I get back its seven thirty. As I'm crossing my room and reaching for my Spanish books I notice the tie that Gecko gave me, to give to Lily, to give to Charlie. I walk over to Lily's room to give it to her. I find Caleb and Jenny. I haven't seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107490070838137563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107490070838137563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107490070838137563' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107489995365545710</id><published>2004-01-23T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:21:16.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More entertaining quotesAnna "she just complicated you"Jenny "I need a Kronk: big, dumb and gives back rubs." Lisl (in reference to the other quote) "staying up late creates lots of krotes." Holly "God is big, there is enough of Him to go around...like ice cream" Anna's devo topic "how to eat your man." Stan "I'll wear a red felt skirt" Jenny "Gecko makes a good girl, but Caleb </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107489995365545710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107489995365545710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107489995365545710' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107457566906035684</id><published>2004-01-19T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:16:26.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somewhere in India a mother feeds her child their last meal before starving to death. Somewhere in Africa a child morns for a family that has died of AID's, weeping, knowing he will face those nights alone. Somewhere in Saudi a woman realizes her life isn't worth anything to the man she loves. In Honduras a child goes to sleep tonight not knowing if anyone cares if they wake up the next day. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107457566906035684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107457566906035684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107457566906035684' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107427214433964472</id><published>2004-01-16T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T09:29:00.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revised for the grammatically sensitiveShort random God thing:I've been reminded today how God is the wonderful councilor. What is a counselor? Well, it's someone you talk to so you don't go do something stupid. I get into this wonderful cycle. At some point I do something that I don't check with God first about. Generally speaking, it is something stupid. Then I mess things up. I then run </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107427214433964472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107427214433964472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107427214433964472' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4146550.post-107419481308703806</id><published>2004-01-15T13:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T10:38:46.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>funny quotes Jenny "non jerks are prefered." Chris' Dad "if you think I'm good at belly dancing, you should see me with a paintball gun." Jenny "he is the ugliest man I've ever seen, and when I say man I mean dog."Lisl: I need a USB cord.Stan: which endsLisl: both of themStan: I don't know why I don't strangle you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107419481308703806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4146550/posts/default/107419481308703806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shewillnotfall.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107419481308703806' title=''/><author><name>Garnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10018532640029339869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
