<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818</id><updated>2009-10-13T04:37:59.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Middle of His Will</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-4802402426858362674</id><published>2009-05-25T21:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:11:09.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon &amp; Kate Plus 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/ShtdfJeeoXI/AAAAAAAABEc/i2Hc9r_bDvM/s1600-h/j%26K%2B8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339964572878938482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/ShtdfJeeoXI/AAAAAAAABEc/i2Hc9r_bDvM/s400/j%26K%2B8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I know it seems funny for me with all that's going on to blog about a silly TV show but I have share my thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am no stranger to difficulty in marriage. I have seen it first hand growing up and also in my own marriage. As a believer in a majestic and miraculous God. I believe He always gives a way to heal our broken hearts, forgive and start over. He is the great physician. His is always pro-marriage, no matter what the circumstances, the hurt, the wrongs. I know what most of you are thinking - well why does Jesus teach on divorce. Well - it's not because it's his first option or that he approves. But men were tossing their wives aside during the first century and before, leaving them destitute and powerless because of divorce. And God gave us guidelines for even sinful situations because He loves us. However, He is the God of reconciliation. Look what he did on the cross to reconcile us, an adulterous people, back to himself not for his benefit but for our salvation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are broken and fallen people. We will sin against our significant other. We will hurt each other intentionally and unintentionally but we can't stay there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I watched the season premier of J&amp;amp;K+8, I hurt for them both, for their kids, for their church family. I am wondering if their church is stepping in to help heal this situation. I hope the pastor has gotten involved - it's his responsibility. If one falls away we are to restore them gently. Now more than ever this family needs the hope of the gospel. If Jesus raised men from the dead think what power he possess to resurrect their family and restore it to a state better than they ever dreamed. Divorce should never be an option....we grieve it because it's not the way it is suppose to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am committing to pray for this family and all families who are going through hardship, separation, disappointments and hopeless moments. God &lt;strong&gt;CAN HEAL YOUR MARRIAGE&lt;/strong&gt; - if you let him. It takes a huge amount of trust, faith, and obedience. Marriages must be the foundation of the family. It's not supposed to be all about the kids. Kids are the blessing/ the bi-product of a loving relationship with Christ at it's core. I know this doesn't always happen. But if you're doing it for the kids you need to know that faking it for the kids is not helping. Step away - get your marriage on track and then you can be a blessing to your children. Be a testament of the power of Christ in a marriage - show the World what most of them don't know. THAT CHRIST CAN HEAL ANY SITUATION - and we don't have to resort to the easy way out, the world's way of doing things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know women/men who have dealt with extraordinary obstacles in their marriage: infidelity with multiple partners, ongoing porn additions, abandonment, abuse of every kind and because of their faith in God, with the assistance of their church family and steps toward reconciliation- their marriage not only survived but they came out stronger than they ever thought they could be. The Lord gives us His power to preserve, to heal, to forgive, and to grow stronger. Was it hard - YES, was it worth it - heck yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing to remember - our spouses are not here to provide us with earthly fulfillment, contentment, or even happiness. They are here to be an instrument to help perfect us in Christ-likeness, to make us holy. WE WILL NEVER BE HAPPY OR FULFILLED because of anyone else. That's not their purpose. ONLY GOD can ever bring us to that place we push, force, squeeze and even insist that our spouse should be for us. I have to remind myself of that daily. It's easier to look to Michael to "make me happy" and serve my needs than it is to trust God to provide my needs and serve Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for listening/reading my rantings. I felt compelled to share my thoughts and feelings on this since it hits so close to home. I want the world to know there is another option out there other than divorce - it does take hard work, pain, dealing with hard and ugly stuff about yourself and the other person. But nothing worth having is easy, pain free or without sacrifice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that there is a counselor/pastor out there that knows this family and many others and steps up to the plate to say - "what's going on here isn't what God has for you. He has better and I want to help you restore your marriage and your family." If you take the steps towards reconciliation God doesn't just meet you half way ....he does way more than that. Because by choosing to be obedient to your wedding vows, you choose to put God's way first instead of your emotions or your opinions. He honors that obedience! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am committing myself to being a voice for PRO-MARRIAGE and praying for healing for so many couples out there, and for my own marraige. I hope you will join me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-4802402426858362674?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/4802402426858362674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=4802402426858362674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/4802402426858362674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/4802402426858362674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2009/05/jon-kate-plus-8.html' title='Jon &amp; Kate Plus 8'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/ShtdfJeeoXI/AAAAAAAABEc/i2Hc9r_bDvM/s72-c/j%26K%2B8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-501084329722087058</id><published>2009-05-11T20:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:23:33.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my very dear friend and new mom, Emily, I registered at Babies R Us. I would still be there today rocking in a corner confused and bewildered without her help. It is so overwhelming. Who knew new moms need 5 options of every item in the store - and who can keep track of which one is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily was wonderful - thanks Em. She took me aisle by aisle and got me totally set up. But I thought I would share with you my favorite part...not that bottles and diaper bags are exciting but - here is what our nursery will be decorated in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334755465483154130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/Sgjb1MOyctI/AAAAAAAABEU/8F-iMwG2H4Q/s400/Monkey+Room+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've joked the whole pregnancy that I am going to be having a monkey due to the horrible heart burn. Based on the old wives tale that if you have heartburn you'll have a baby with hair...and we think he'll be covered in it. And aslo, Michael is obsessed with one day having a monkey that will bring him things, like the remote, and scratch his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we will do the walls in a camel color, he has cream carpet in his room and we're doing expresso colored furniture. I am even using the dresser that my papa made me and I had in my room when I was little. I just have to stain it darker and it will be ready to go. My favorite part is the adhesive stickers...I love the idea of having the wall decorations without having a wallpaper border. It just makes it so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still don't have a name....I guess we'll have one by September. I have already warned Michael that we cannot take him home without a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well with you tonight. I have a lot of friends graduating at the end of this week. You are in my prayers as you finish up last minute papers, finals and projects. I hope you enjoy your last days at Covenant. And selfishly....I wish I was graduating with you. I've completed my 4th year and feel like it should be ending soon.... but I have 2 more years to go. UGH! One day I'll walk across that stage and it will be worth it and I'll walk across the stage with a husband and a son richer since I started this crazy ride called Seminary. That day will be so sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-501084329722087058?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/501084329722087058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=501084329722087058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/501084329722087058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/501084329722087058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/Sgjb1MOyctI/AAAAAAAABEU/8F-iMwG2H4Q/s72-c/Monkey+Room+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-5794212506924713267</id><published>2009-05-10T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:01:29.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok ... I'm Back</title><content type='html'>So recently I was threatened by a good friend of mine that if I didn't start blogging she was going to kick my rear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for my absences but I was in a very bad place for a while and I needed to allow time and the Lord to tend my wounds to a very hurtful situation. I didn't want to come on here and complain so now - I am in a better place and have lots to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I am 5 months pregnant - that's a miracle in and of itself. We're having a boy and we are so excited.  I know my life is going to be turned upside down in just a few months but I know I will not be in it alone - I have been a prayer warrior since I found out we were pregnant. I know the Lord is going to equip me to deal with it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - I promise I will post belly pictures soon - but last night at the wedding - I was having a bad hair day... so this weekend at the wedding - I'll get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to keep it short and sweet this time but I will return - I promise. Thanks for reading this and for being patient with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Blessing on all the mother's out there - especially mine. I love you Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-5794212506924713267?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/5794212506924713267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=5794212506924713267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/5794212506924713267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/5794212506924713267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-im-back.html' title='Ok ... I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-8900203435634485715</id><published>2008-09-26T23:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:12:43.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch it ....so funny</title><content type='html'>Ok so this isn't a "real" post and I am stealing it from Becky Kicklighter... but I saw it and laughed so hard I had to share it... watch, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2b-fJxzpK7s&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2b-fJxzpK7s&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-8900203435634485715?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/8900203435634485715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=8900203435634485715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/8900203435634485715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/8900203435634485715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/09/watch-it-so-funny.html' title='Watch it ....so funny'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-8425455948279347292</id><published>2008-08-18T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:57:30.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Much Needed Weekend of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SKnUFw2LJXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZW0yhqMdATw/s1600-h/HLG_SummerVacation_hlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235949237271471474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SKnUFw2LJXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZW0yhqMdATw/s400/HLG_SummerVacation_hlarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, Friday at 7:35pm, I finished my summer class. The minute I finished my final I felt WONDERFUL, free, and somewhat lost. “What am I supposed to do now?” This class has been all consuming for the past month and a half. And I praise God that it’s done and I survived the class, but I am not sure how my grade will turn out. I am bracing myself for my first “C” in seminary. Three years to make a “C” isn’t that bad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Michael was on call on Friday so he was on the phone with customers until about 10pm. After that, we cleaned the house together so we didn’t have to worry about it on Saturday. I went to bed with the windows open, a cool breeze and woke up to the same at 10am the next morning with my cute husband by my side. We just enjoyed the morning with each other. I made pancakes, turkey bacon, and smoothies. Best breakfast in the world in our opinion. During breakfast, we got an unexpected but wonderful call from our friend Kim. She invited us to swimming and we jumped at the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boss, Sandy from &lt;a href="http://www.joyfmonline.org/"&gt;JOYFM&lt;/a&gt;, was gracious enough to let us come and use their pool. It was AMAZING. It was a salt-water pool. I had never heard of such a thing until Saturday. It was just what the doctor ordered. I thought of nothing, soaked in the sun, and enjoyed great conversation and the beautiful weather. Michael and I later went on a date to a Mexican restaurant near our house, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;rls=RNWG,RNWG:2005-41,RNWG:en&amp;amp;q=Chihuahuas%2c+Maryland+Heights%2c+MO"&gt;Chihuahuas&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out it has AMAZING food and its one of those great hole-in-the-wall places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was filled with church, a much needed nap and wonderful time spent with one of my most favorite students. I was privileged to get the opportunity to share the gospel with her friend and talk to her about her feelings about religion and faith and the “whole Jesus thing” as she called it. I don’t know how the Lord will use my words but I trust in his power in this young girl’s life. I hope to report later on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall – great weekend, much needed time of doing nothing and everything all at once and yet not thinking about school once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-8425455948279347292?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/8425455948279347292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=8425455948279347292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/8425455948279347292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/8425455948279347292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/08/much-needed-weekend-of-fun.html' title='A Much Needed Weekend of Fun'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SKnUFw2LJXI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZW0yhqMdATw/s72-c/HLG_SummerVacation_hlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-1693325489519920670</id><published>2008-08-11T14:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:53:43.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Beyond the Stirrups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wanted to let you know that I got the results from the biopsy I had on Monday. My doctor called me yesterday and said that it’s back and this time instead of it being low-grade dysplasia it’s mild. She doesn’t want to do the LEEP procedure to cut on the cervix and remove the cells because at this point it will eliminate my chances for getting pregnant. So at this point we’re doing a lesser procedure called the ECC in October… but at this point …pregnancy is going to be harder than I want. And when I get pregnant I will be a HIGH risk for miscarriages….I am just sick of being sick…ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an ECC procedure planned for October. It’s just a waiting game at this point….I am just trying to trust the Lord and his goodness to prevail in this situation. I am mad, scared, frustrated ….but Michael and I trying to be hopeful. Pray ….pray for healing… pray for babies (someday). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who aren't familiar with these kind of procedures here's some info (and a graphic picture so beware) Types of cervical biopsies include: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punch Biopsy&lt;/strong&gt;: A surgical procedure to remove a small piece of tissue from the cervix. One or more punch biopsies may be performed on different areas of the cervix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cone Biopsy or Conization&lt;/strong&gt;: A surgical procedure that uses a laser or scalpel to remove a large cone-shaped piece of tissue from the cervix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Endocervical Curettage (ECC)&lt;/strong&gt;: A surgical procedure in which a narrow instrument called a curette is used to scrape the lining of the endocervical canal, an area that cannot be seen from the outside of the cervix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233349421217905250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SKCXkjUwemI/AAAAAAAAAt0/h0cemBIGu2g/s400/cervicalbiopsies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other related procedures that may be used to help diagnose and treat abnormal or cancerous cervical cells include loop electrosurgical excision procedure (LEEP), colposcopy, and Pap test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-1693325489519920670?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/1693325489519920670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=1693325489519920670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/1693325489519920670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/1693325489519920670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/08/tales-from-beyond-stirrups.html' title='Tales from Beyond the Stirrups'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SKCXkjUwemI/AAAAAAAAAt0/h0cemBIGu2g/s72-c/cervicalbiopsies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-8265271174931967619</id><published>2008-08-04T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:40.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SJcxc0WEhqI/AAAAAAAAAts/DR7SClkD-Uk/s1600-h/2728177931_8744880731_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230703863371433634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SJcxc0WEhqI/AAAAAAAAAts/DR7SClkD-Uk/s400/2728177931_8744880731_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am realizing that I am way too dependant on coffee. I can't even function with out it. My first sip of the morning just makes me feel normal...soothing even. If I am home on the weekend, and don't have coffee, I just fall asleep with little to no motivation to do anything.....I think I might have a problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-8265271174931967619?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/8265271174931967619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=8265271174931967619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/8265271174931967619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/8265271174931967619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/08/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SJcxc0WEhqI/AAAAAAAAAts/DR7SClkD-Uk/s72-c/2728177931_8744880731_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-4269030975424292434</id><published>2008-07-22T20:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:40.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmmmmm - It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SIaJECuGw-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/qnfz3RirrhM/s1600-h/Hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226015120152773602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SIaJECuGw-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/qnfz3RirrhM/s400/Hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I apologize it's been so long since I've last posted. So much has gone on and then again - nothing at all. But through it all - I am trying to hold on to hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael is officially back from Chicago and it looks like he'll be home for a while which is good. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am suffering through an independent study class this summer and it is going to be the death of me - never again. I have 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quizes&lt;/span&gt;, 2 books, and 15 lectures to listen to before I am done... not to mention a comprehensive final. It might kill me - and that's not an exaggeration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cat is recovering from my stupidity. About a week ago, I had to take Leo to the Emergency Vet at 10pm. I had put some of the dogs flee and tick medicine on him in a very small dose not knowing that it is TOXIC to cats. This left him very itchy, having tremors that could have led to seizures and having to be put under, given an IV, and later sedated just to allow him to sleep. It was a night of knowing a little of what parents go through with sick babies. I just felt so helpless and scared. He is recovering fine and is back to his old self.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My work has been overwhelming to say the least but the team is pulling together and I hope to have a bearable and organized chaos at registration this year and moving to the new building.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been physically, emotionally, and spiritually exhausted. My life is full of battles and in survivor mode I want to victory in all of them but I can't. In choosing my battles, I have decided (reluctantly) to not do youth ministry for possibly another year. I say reluctantly because it hurts my soul..... I know it's the right thing to do for this season in my life but a little part of me (hope) that I had been holding on to after an already 9 month break is slipping through my fingers. For those of you who don't know - Youth ministry is my lifeblood - it re-energizes me and fills my life with passion. I love seeing the light bulb go off and the opportunity to be privileged enough to be part of God's plan is more than an honor for me - it's humbling to say the least. I am not good at many things - but I LOVE teaching, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discipling&lt;/span&gt; and investing in kids lives. I love sharing all the amazing things I learn at Covenant with them and seeing that look of .... "why have I never heard this before". God in his graciousness gave me that opportunity in a small way in my membership class. There was a woman bold enough to admit that she had never been told that the Trinity was there in the "beginning." Our class is about 30-40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; and with only hour and a half there was no time to fully explain the proofs of the statement. Knowing how this blew my mind the first time I was explained, I took a bold move and introduced myself to this nice woman. I said "That point you mention in class was astounding to me the first time I heard it - I'd love to tell you more if you'd like." And she accepted and I was able to show her the evidence of the Trinity in Genesis 1 and how that ties into John 1. It made me feel great to help another sister know God better. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am having a real problem with coveting. Every where I look - people are getting what I want. A trip to Europe for free, a house, a great ministry job (don't get me wrong - i love my job but...I am in school to go into full-time ministry, Lord willing), a baby......Please pray for me in this area it has been a huge struggle with being content with where the Lord has me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, I have been stuffing most, if not all, emotions. Please pray that God would give me the strength to deal with issues head on and use people in my life to speak truth, love, and help with restoration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And if you haven't figured it out.... i have taken on too much in my life but i don't know what to let go of. I need margin and wisdom in deciding where that is going to come from.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the words of a very wise and loved friend, I am trying to "dig my heels in" and trust in God to be my defender, my shield, my comfort, and my portion. I am daily making the decision to hold on to hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-4269030975424292434?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/4269030975424292434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=4269030975424292434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/4269030975424292434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/4269030975424292434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmmmmmmmmm-its-been-while.html' title='Hmmmmmmmmm - It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SIaJECuGw-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/qnfz3RirrhM/s72-c/Hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-6745135193687899960</id><published>2008-07-03T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:40.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's coming home for 3 Whole days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SGzWuqi38LI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ghAniri8T9Q/s1600-h/P8120955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218782165398450354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SGzWuqi38LI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ghAniri8T9Q/s400/P8120955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the road again.... Michael is driving from Chicago to St. Louis....I hope to see him before midnight..I get 3 short days with him and then he leaves again for Chicago for 1-2 weeks more. I hate that he travels....he really needs a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-6745135193687899960?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/6745135193687899960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=6745135193687899960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/6745135193687899960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/6745135193687899960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-coming-home-for-3-whole-days.html' title='He&apos;s coming home for 3 Whole days'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SGzWuqi38LI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ghAniri8T9Q/s72-c/P8120955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-453965377392155342</id><published>2008-07-01T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:40.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SGp_nG4kJuI/AAAAAAAAAtU/PM6fK-LXqkQ/s1600-h/heart+song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218123428101629666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SGp_nG4kJuI/AAAAAAAAAtU/PM6fK-LXqkQ/s400/heart+song.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We sang this song at church on Sunday and it just really spoke to me. I hope it encourages and lifts you up like it did me. It is a great reminder of God's grace. Enjoy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes you have" by Leeland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every tree and and every stone&lt;br /&gt;Every rushing wind that moans&lt;br /&gt;They sing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;My God, I'll sing Your praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every star and open sky&lt;br /&gt;Tell of Your glory divine&lt;br /&gt;They shout Your praise&lt;br /&gt;They shout Your praise, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;You've stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;You've wiped away the stains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And broke away the chains&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;With Your love You set me free&lt;br /&gt;Three nails gave me liberty&lt;br /&gt;So I'll sing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My God I'll sing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;Oh, with Your love You forgave my sin&lt;br /&gt;Forgot my past and brought my back again&lt;br /&gt;So I'll sing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing Your praise, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;You've stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;You've wiped away the stains&lt;br /&gt;And broke away the chains&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;If I ascend into the sky, or hide behind the night&lt;br /&gt;I cannot run Your love is chasing me&lt;br /&gt;If I fall into the sea, Your hand will rescue me&lt;br /&gt;No one will take Your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;This is all for You, yes&lt;br /&gt;This is all for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;You've stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;You've wiped away the stains&lt;br /&gt;And broke away the chains&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;You've stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;You've stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have&lt;br /&gt;You've wiped away the stains&lt;br /&gt;And broke away the chains&lt;br /&gt;Yes You have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-453965377392155342?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/453965377392155342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=453965377392155342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/453965377392155342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/453965377392155342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-of-my-heart.html' title='Song of my heart'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SGp_nG4kJuI/AAAAAAAAAtU/PM6fK-LXqkQ/s72-c/heart+song.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-2313566641530540276</id><published>2008-06-28T23:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:14:01.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am sad....</title><content type='html'>I am sitting home on a Saturday night missing my husband terribly and wondering how did this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 years ago...I was "wonder woman" I didn't need a man. I was completely content being alone. I was brave enough to live alone, falling alseep was not a problem. I was focused and I could do it all by myself, quite efficently I would say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.....I am a TOTAL WIFE.  I feel lost when Michael's not around. When something good happens, like it did on Friday. He was the only person I wanted to share it with and I wasn't able to talk to him until 11pm.  I am so LONELY without him and I can't sleep at night because I have made up ever noise in my head and get scared. Just by having him downstairs while I'll fall asleep gives me peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael left for Chicago on Thursday morning at 5am and won't be back until Thursday night only to leave again on Sunday for another week (maybe two). I know women deal with their husbands being gone all the time. But I feel lost, sad and lonely.  I miss my best friend.  He is working so hard from 8am till sometimes 10pm and it's hard not to be able to even talk to him.  How did this happen? Is it a good thing? I am not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it would be bad if I didn't miss him or I thought of him like the main character on "Waitress" ( that I just finished watching).  I just wish I felt more at ease without him here. I feel like my missing him gets in the way of my productivity.  Oh well - just rantings of a lonely wife....he'll be home soon. Until then I have to lock up and set the alarm so I can sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-2313566641530540276?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/2313566641530540276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=2313566641530540276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/2313566641530540276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/2313566641530540276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-i-am-sad.html' title='Today I am sad....'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-958015851791870672</id><published>2008-06-18T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:40.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want to do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFmyu8Zl5SI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kGJNsHvHPrg/s1600-h/2587406028_eaabc401de_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213394563215254818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFmyu8Zl5SI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kGJNsHvHPrg/s400/2587406028_eaabc401de_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I get to work and this is all I feel like doing, laying outside watching the clouds roll by. I love my job but I feel nature calling me outside to play the minute I sit at my desk. This weather is tempting me. I just want to be on a blanket outside with my Bible..... maybe even take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFmyNN_7gTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/enpQTcCy9d4/s1600-h/jeans+and+sky.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213393983823905074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFmyNN_7gTI/AAAAAAAAAtE/enpQTcCy9d4/s400/jeans+and+sky.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-958015851791870672?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/958015851791870672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=958015851791870672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/958015851791870672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/958015851791870672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-i-want-to-do.html' title='All I want to do...'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFmyu8Zl5SI/AAAAAAAAAtM/kGJNsHvHPrg/s72-c/2587406028_eaabc401de_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-1812100663307730253</id><published>2008-06-12T21:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:42.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding anyone?</title><content type='html'>This month has been the time of not only remembering our wedding (1 year ago) but also going to 3 weddings out of 4 weeks. Our third and final for the month of June is next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already blogged about Katie and Tom Smyth....what a great wedding. I saw her wedding pictures today... oh my gosh - they are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was my dear friend, Corinne and Josh. Corinne and I worked together last summer and I don't know if it was our shared love of Sex and the City or her darn-gone cuteness but we became friend and it has been my honor to call her my friend. I had the pleasure of helping her set up for her reception at Covenant Seminary (where her dad is the President - mingling with the important people - lol). I remember the AMAZING crew that saved me on my wedding day and set up. So, I felt it my duty to return the favor. Her wedding was amazing. Totally Corinne - laid back, warm, loving, and fun. She did a great job pulling it all together at the same time finishing college, and student teaching ... did I mention that I think she's superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from Corinne's wedding. I hope you guys are having a great time in Colorado... and then ... they "have to" go to Hawaii to celebrate with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211193389154368930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHgxwBo_aI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UFDVixa5D8A/s320/at+the+altar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHgyIBte4I/AAAAAAAAAss/910EILzUVDo/s1600-h/Corinne+Wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211193395597114242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHgyIBte4I/AAAAAAAAAss/910EILzUVDo/s320/Corinne+Wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211193392933175842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHgx-GlAiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3ft0ke0oUAQ/s320/Corinne+Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHgyGeUVbI/AAAAAAAAAs0/H6tXhtLvCK0/s1600-h/first+dance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211193395180230066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHgyGeUVbI/AAAAAAAAAs0/H6tXhtLvCK0/s320/first+dance2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHdu6SNPNI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Gzfa31X6X6Y/s1600-h/Corinne%27s+Reception.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211190041833716946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHdu6SNPNI/AAAAAAAAAsE/Gzfa31X6X6Y/s320/Corinne%27s+Reception.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHdvvkVQgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/eU4PInd61lE/s1600-h/Under+the+tent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211190056136819202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHdvvkVQgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/eU4PInd61lE/s320/Under+the+tent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211193400717579922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHgybGhlpI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EiHK7qXGdBs/s320/Leaving+the+party1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend we have Melynda Adams and Billy Boyce. I am so excited for this wedding. Melynda is one of the most amazing women I know and Billy totally sees that too. Melynda and I work together and I have had a front row seat to see their love blossom from Melynda talking to Billy as a prospective student to hearing the amazing story of how he proposed. I know that God will be honored and glorified by this union, just as the others I have had the honor of attending. Melynda, side note, is the most calm bride to be I have ever witnessed. She is cool as a cucumber. I know that she has surrounded herself with some amazing people to be able to react this way T minus 8 days.... I hope her wedding day is everything that she has dreamed it to be. It promises to be wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With the blessings of all these weddings though....it is wonderful to see the personality of each bride come out in all the little details of the day. It's been so awesome to see. Michael isn't as thrilled with all these weddings as I am- I love a good love story, I don't care that I have to wear heals and watch my makeup sweat down my face. But I don't think he's died from having to wear a tie, he's avoided having to dance at the last 2 and deep down.... I know he's a big sap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Wedding to all the June Brides.... but remember - &lt;strong&gt;Preparing for your marriage is more important that being prepared just for your wedding day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-1812100663307730253?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/1812100663307730253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=1812100663307730253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/1812100663307730253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/1812100663307730253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding-anyone.html' title='Wedding anyone?'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SFHgxwBo_aI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UFDVixa5D8A/s72-c/at+the+altar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-678476797075900091</id><published>2008-06-05T17:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:45.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A year marked with joy and challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEihdW8rXvI/AAAAAAAAAqE/1MzLwLd-2_A/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii04Fk1jI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Cq7BOwnhVNw/s1600-h/Hermann1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208591998346647090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii04Fk1jI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Cq7BOwnhVNw/s320/Hermann1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even believe it's been one year since Michael and I married. I feel so blessed to be on this journey with him and have him as my husband. He makes my life full of joy, laughter, and excitment and challenges me in so many things (which is a good thing since I tend to think I know the best way to do all things ~ at least I did, I am growing). I don't know if those people are that say "My first year of marriage was so wonderful" are sugar-coating things or dillusional - but our first year was not easy. You put any two subborn, broken, set in our way people together and tell them to live with each other, and sparks are bound to fly every now and then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe marriage is truly a wonderful thing. I am blessed to be married to Michael and God has taught me a lot by putting him in my life. I, for the first time, know that you can be loved and the bottom is not destined to fall out, they will not leave, and forgiveness is the most important part of a relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really wanted to celebrate this momentous occasion. So Michael suprised me with the idea of going to Hermann. We found the most WONDERFUL B&amp;amp;B (not covered in knicknacks and flowers or paisely), &lt;a href="http://www.hermannhof.com/"&gt;Inn at Hermannhof&lt;/a&gt;. Since we stayed Sunday through Monday - we got a Great Price. The room was beautiful. We had a tub that would fit 4 people, a shower that makes mine feel week (8 shower heads), and a fridge of unlimited wine, cheese, crackers, and pop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEikT3R7odI/AAAAAAAAArk/-qVa_Voa2mg/s1600-h/Hermann12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208593630217609682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEikT3R7odI/AAAAAAAAArk/-qVa_Voa2mg/s320/Hermann12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEijwzltANI/AAAAAAAAArc/te6iZMfYEJs/s1600-h/hermann11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208593027931373778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEijwzltANI/AAAAAAAAArc/te6iZMfYEJs/s320/hermann11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A King Sized bed....is so wonderful                    Gas burning fire place (one in the bathroom too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEijwDPmyjI/AAAAAAAAArM/jHVsqtgWzGE/s1600-h/Hermann9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208593014953790002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEijwDPmyjI/AAAAAAAAArM/jHVsqtgWzGE/s320/Hermann9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEijwvzCq_I/AAAAAAAAArU/2kIg36qzx70/s1600-h/Hermann10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208593026913577970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEijwvzCq_I/AAAAAAAAArU/2kIg36qzx70/s320/Hermann10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived Sunday around 1:30pm. We were not able to check in until 4pm, so we were forced to go across the streat to the Hermannhof winery. There we sampled many different wines but settled on "The White Lady" I had prepacked a picnic lunch with cheese, bread, fruit and sausage (oh and starbursts for Michael). It was a beautiful day. We walked up and down the streets looking in mostly at the shops (since most were closed since it was Sunday- small town rules). But we were able to find one restaurant open on Sunday night, Vantage at the Stone Hill winery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was so nice just to get away and focus on each other .... here's some pictures from our trip. I would highly recommend the hotel and Hermann overall for a romantic weekend or just a girls weekend (they have spas and wine... what more could a girl want?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEikUHlOH7I/AAAAAAAAArs/VCUyy5tpmmo/s1600-h/Hermann13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208593634593480626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEikUHlOH7I/AAAAAAAAArs/VCUyy5tpmmo/s320/Hermann13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hermannhof Winery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEikUo8CbBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ixg86qpIt6o/s1600-h/Hermann14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208593643547552786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEikUo8CbBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ixg86qpIt6o/s320/Hermann14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;River (?) infront of Hermannhof Winery...terrace overlooked this (beautiful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii2Wb7rlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/beHnaBhrCfU/s1600-h/Hermann6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208592023673351762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii2Wb7rlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/beHnaBhrCfU/s320/Hermann6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hermann Hill Inn (view from Stone Hill Winery)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208593008743020546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEijvsG1-AI/AAAAAAAAAq8/sykBz8zTSrk/s320/Hermann7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Views of Hermann from Stone Hill Winery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEijv5HJ6zI/AAAAAAAAArE/BAVhQbJawII/s1600-h/Hermann8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208593012233988914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEijv5HJ6zI/AAAAAAAAArE/BAVhQbJawII/s320/Hermann8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii11iue3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/mLJJm1dF9LE/s1600-h/Hermann4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208592014843476850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii11iue3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/mLJJm1dF9LE/s320/Hermann4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stone Hill at sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii1KWKooI/AAAAAAAAAqc/eowBT0XP6Fs/s1600-h/Hermann2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208592003248071298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii1KWKooI/AAAAAAAAAqc/eowBT0XP6Fs/s320/Hermann2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Views at Oakglenn Winery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii1npxJPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ldbx0OnZpmw/s1600-h/Hermann3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208592011114915058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii1npxJPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ldbx0OnZpmw/s320/Hermann3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beautiful views of Missouri Wine Country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-678476797075900091?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/678476797075900091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=678476797075900091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/678476797075900091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/678476797075900091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/06/year-marked-with-joy-and-challenges.html' title='A year marked with joy and challenges'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEii04Fk1jI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Cq7BOwnhVNw/s72-c/Hermann1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-1914494027298112550</id><published>2008-06-04T22:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:45.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City....Delivers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEda6IC54fI/AAAAAAAAAp8/PV3QAY7m56o/s1600-h/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208231448715846130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEda6IC54fI/AAAAAAAAAp8/PV3QAY7m56o/s400/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been awaiting this movie since the series finale.  I had heard mixed reviews from faithful fan to just interested movie goers, so I didn't know what to think going into to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it.  I love the characters and their relationships - that is the true heart and soul of the show and now movie. I cried more than I probably should ... but it was moving to this SATC sucker. I loved the message of forgiveness and second chances. The only thing I would change is that "Big" (John) would have sent Carrie a "real" love letter at the end finally telling her how he truly felt about her. But as my sister said, "that's not Big."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to see it again and buying it when it comes out.  I was delighted with the plot, characters and how it all got tied up with a &lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt; bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so delighted to go with a girlfriend from work. And loved seeing all the women dressed up and out on the town with their girlfriends. Michael had offered to see it with me....but its something that I think is just a &lt;em&gt;girl thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-1914494027298112550?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/1914494027298112550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=1914494027298112550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/1914494027298112550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/1914494027298112550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-citydelivers.html' title='Sex and the City....Delivers!'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEda6IC54fI/AAAAAAAAAp8/PV3QAY7m56o/s72-c/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-4127479687353023854</id><published>2008-06-04T19:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:46.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats Katie &amp; Tom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEczS4C54dI/AAAAAAAAAps/nnJ-D1hFn_s/s1600-h/katie%26tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208187893452497362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEczS4C54dI/AAAAAAAAAps/nnJ-D1hFn_s/s400/katie%26tom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the pleasure of knowing Katie for about two years and Tom about a year. They are the most wonderful couple. I feel blessed to have them in our life. This past weekend we had the great honor of attending their wedding. I can't imagine a more beautiful bride and the wedding was AMAZING. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were married in a ELCA church in Webster Groves, MO. The old style architecture and stain glass was beautiful. And made me wish we'd would have picked somewhere like that. We had a great time and at their reception they had a live big band. It was so unique and so them (they are both band directors &amp;amp; and musicans). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe our wedding was just one year ago. And I am thankful that I made it through. I know that Katie and Tom are also grateful to be on the other side of "I do" celebrating their honeymoon in Georgia. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208187893452497378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEczS4C54eI/AAAAAAAAAp0/jeYSOyXSQcw/s400/vows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pictures were taken by my most talented friend, Kim Underwood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-4127479687353023854?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/4127479687353023854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=4127479687353023854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/4127479687353023854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/4127479687353023854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/06/congrats-katie-tom.html' title='Congrats Katie &amp; Tom'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SEczS4C54dI/AAAAAAAAAps/nnJ-D1hFn_s/s72-c/katie%26tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-2770522502076918163</id><published>2008-06-04T19:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:15:32.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to update those who read my blog. I heard from the doctor and my ultrasounds were completely normal. I have never heard those words come from my OBGYN office but they did this time.  So, for right now I am only following up on the abnormal cells in my cervix with another biopsy in July and then we'll go from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the prayers! Oh and BTW....if by chance there are any ultrasound techs out there reading this I have something to say to you..... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Keep your TRAP SHUT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...it's not your place to panic the patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-2770522502076918163?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/2770522502076918163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=2770522502076918163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/2770522502076918163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/2770522502076918163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/06/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-2546386062267345896</id><published>2008-05-29T15:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:46.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sorry.... I can't seem to see your left ovary"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SD8fBDUt4vI/AAAAAAAAApU/OSdDVfuv93M/s1600-h/ultrasound+tech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205913797196112626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SD8fBDUt4vI/AAAAAAAAApU/OSdDVfuv93M/s320/ultrasound+tech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I added the horns&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;So - I have been having "issues" for about a month with being nauseous, cramping, and just overall pain. I know what you are all thinking... and I AM NOT PREGNANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my OBGYN when I was having the symptoms and she did a pap and set up an ultrasound, just to be cautious. Well I got a call last Friday, the virus in my cervix is back which means it's back to painful scrapings and more time in stirrups than any woman should endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had my ultrasound. I can't stand ultrasound techs. They talk too much. As the woman was doing my pelvic ultrasound, she began to dig into my areas. I series of "sorry, ...sorry, ... sorry" led her to tell me that she's having a hard time seeing my left ovary. She had no problem with the right but the left one was apparently playing hide and go seek. Who knew my ovaries were so playful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest concern in doing this test was that I might have cysts on my ovaries and that what was causing the symptoms. With all that said.... I am just sick of being sick. I want to know what it is like just to go to the doctor for a check up and not every three months to get poked and prodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my disturbing ultrasound with Cathy Chatty - I went directly over to my doctor's office. They know me by name and I was able to peak my head in and ask one of the nurses, Kim, some questions about my unpleasant experience. She assured me that she would call me tomorrow when they got the report from the radiologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray... my mind is racing and going to dark places (like spotting cancer, cysts, etc).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-2546386062267345896?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/2546386062267345896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=2546386062267345896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/2546386062267345896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/2546386062267345896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry-i-cant-seem-to-see-your-left.html' title='&quot;Sorry.... I can&apos;t seem to see your left ovary&quot;'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SD8fBDUt4vI/AAAAAAAAApU/OSdDVfuv93M/s72-c/ultrasound+tech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-8200070467883818083</id><published>2008-05-16T08:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:46.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Down ....2 to Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SC2Mnd1Sl1I/AAAAAAAAApM/c04t9ZGZLWY/s1600-h/liberated.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200967754333722450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SC2Mnd1Sl1I/AAAAAAAAApM/c04t9ZGZLWY/s320/liberated.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just finished my third year of classes at Covenant Seminary. I feel free and lost all at the same time. You push yourself for weeks just to make it through....and I am there and I really don't know what I am supposed to do. I keep feeling like I am forgetting to do something... but for TWO WHOLE WEEKS I am a free woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................And then .....Summer School&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-8200070467883818083?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/8200070467883818083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=8200070467883818083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/8200070467883818083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/8200070467883818083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-down-2-to-go.html' title='3 Down ....2 to Go?'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/SC2Mnd1Sl1I/AAAAAAAAApM/c04t9ZGZLWY/s72-c/liberated.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-8816492462457420978</id><published>2008-04-25T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:30:49.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expriements in Cooking</title><content type='html'>Lately I have had to get really creative for food "I am allowed to eat" and with sensible portion sizes. I have come up with some new creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chicken Lasagna Rolls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the Whole-wheat lasagna 6-10 depending on the size of the pan your using. Cook only slightly (if you overcook they will fall apart).  Drain and rinse in cold water.&lt;br /&gt;Take 2 Tbs. of Olive oil – &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sauté&lt;/span&gt; half of an onion and garlic. Once the onions are brown – add the fresh spinach. &lt;br /&gt;Thaw 2 large chicken breast (skinless/boneless). Chop the chicken into very fine pieces (raw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the noodle – Spread ricotta cheese on it&lt;br /&gt;Spread the onion/garlic/spinach down the noodle&lt;br /&gt;Evenly distribute the raw chicken&lt;br /&gt;Roll noodle (layering the mixture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line pan with red sauce&lt;br /&gt;Add noodle rolls&lt;br /&gt;Pour red sauce on top&lt;br /&gt;Place shredded mozzarella cheese on top&lt;br /&gt;Dash basil on top&lt;br /&gt;Cover with tin foil&lt;br /&gt;Each roll is a perfect portion size ....accompanied with a small salad with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vinaigrette&lt;/span&gt; dressing.&lt;br /&gt;Cook 30-40 Minutes on 375&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mexican Rolls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the Whole-wheat lasagna 6-10 depending on the size of the pan your using. Cook only slightly (if you overcook they will fall apart).  Drain and rinse in cold water.&lt;br /&gt;Take 2 Tbs. of Olive oil – &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sauté&lt;/span&gt; an onion and read and green peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Thaw 2 large chicken breast (skinless/boneless) Chop the chicken into very fine pieces (raw) – You could also use cooked ground hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;Take small container of fat free cream cheese add taco seasoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take noodle spread the cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;Spread the onion and peppers&lt;br /&gt;Take chicken and spread on the noodle&lt;br /&gt;Roll noodle (layering the mixture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line the pan with salsa or tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;Add noodles rolls to the pan. Pour 2 cans of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;drained diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;Cover with shredded Mexican cheese blend&lt;br /&gt;Serve with sour cream and guacamole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook 30-40 Minutes on 375&lt;br /&gt;If you use cooked hamburger – cook for 20min on 350&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Philly Steak Rolls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take the Whole-wheat lasagna 6-10 depending on the size of the pan your using. Cook only slightly (if you overcook they will fall apart).  Drain and rinse in cold water.&lt;br /&gt;Take 2 Tbs. of Olive oil – &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sauté&lt;/span&gt; an onion mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;Grill 1 piece of steak. Chop into very fine pieces (browned). You can also use shredded beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take noodle spread the Ricotta cheese&lt;br /&gt;Spread the onion and mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;Take steak and spread on the noodle&lt;br /&gt;Roll noodle (layering the mixture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line pan with Alfredo Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Add noodle rolls&lt;br /&gt;Pour Alfredo sauce on top&lt;br /&gt;Place shredded mozzarella cheese on top&lt;br /&gt;Dash basil on top&lt;br /&gt;Cover with tin foil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook 30-40 Minutes on 375&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-8816492462457420978?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/8816492462457420978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=8816492462457420978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/8816492462457420978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/8816492462457420978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/04/expriements-in-cooking.html' title='Expriements in Cooking'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-5294376446721626610</id><published>2008-04-17T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:22:49.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>OMG - when did I become OLD.....I think I qualify as an adult at this age (&lt;em&gt;but I don't feel like it).&lt;/em&gt; Tomorrow, I have a personal trainning appointment, class, one hour of work and then I am going to do whatever....nap, get a pedicure- not sure. Michael and I are going to Brio for dinner. Saturday going out with friends that night and Sunday picnic to once again celebrate. I just wish the weather would remain like it is right now. I hear it will make a reappearance on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are just weird as you get older. You want to celebrate but at the same time... but only if no one mentions that you got older, are old or mentions your name (Warning to Emily). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this beautiful weather... while it lasts - I am off to class...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-5294376446721626610?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/5294376446721626610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=5294376446721626610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/5294376446721626610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/5294376446721626610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/04/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-1859491234223775239</id><published>2008-04-10T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:46.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/R_6KBl96MmI/AAAAAAAAApE/OD_1YfI8b1w/s1600-h/l_156cc2fae65dc0d5c2ed4ce0c73a52a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187735580753670754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/R_6KBl96MmI/AAAAAAAAApE/OD_1YfI8b1w/s320/l_156cc2fae65dc0d5c2ed4ce0c73a52a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister is in town visiting the object of her affection at the moment. They've known each other since they were teenagers. They found each other again - and she's smitten. (&lt;em&gt;her words not mine). &lt;/em&gt;This gentleman is from Pinckneyville which means in order to get her here - She has to fly into St. Louis. Which also means, I get to see her as she's traveling through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited to see her. I haven't had a chance to see her since June. They are both coming over for a night of dinner and good conversation. It will also give me a chance to meet this new "love of her life". Kelly is my youngest sister... she's so cute. And I am excited for her to see my house settled and spend some quality family time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-1859491234223775239?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/1859491234223775239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=1859491234223775239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/1859491234223775239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/1859491234223775239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note...'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/R_6KBl96MmI/AAAAAAAAApE/OD_1YfI8b1w/s72-c/l_156cc2fae65dc0d5c2ed4ce0c73a52a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-4385960458583474103</id><published>2008-04-06T22:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:46.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger and Grace Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/R_maxYjnzRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/tVWebQZrstM/s1600-h/breakin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186346619089964306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/R_maxYjnzRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/tVWebQZrstM/s400/breakin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So ... many of you already know that our house was broken into on Thursday. Michael and I are both gone from the house on Thursdays from 8am to 8pm. As I was leaving my midterm on Thursday, I got a text from Michael. "Where's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt;?" In utter confusion - I called him back immediately. His voice was filled with confusion and fear, something I have never heard before. As we started to talk, I could hear him roam around the house.... He tells me "Carin both the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laptops&lt;/span&gt; are gone and all your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;. I know how they came in......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then his phone went dead, calling and calling him back with no ring tone... just straight to voicemail - I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt; and called 911. I phoned them to tell them that our house was burglarized and my husband might be in trouble. As I drove my 15 minutes more home - it felt like I couldn't drive fast enough. I cried out to God, "Lord, things can be replaced but please Lord, please - Let my husband be okay." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I pulled into the drive, the first round of cops were already there. I came in dropped my bag and ran to Michael. He had come home but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thieves&lt;/span&gt; had not torn the house apart so he really didn't notice until he started looking for his computer. God's grace spared so much.... they didn't go into his "man cave" where we have another computer and all of his gaming systems, movies and games. They didn't go in the kitchen where my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IPod&lt;/span&gt; was and our camera (with pictures I had not downloaded). They had come in through a window I had left unlocked - I was overcome with grief and sadness, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt; guilt - I had let Michael down. And to add insult to injury... I had never signed the papers for our Renter's Insurance so none of this was covered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What they took makes me sick: They took both laptops (one downstairs in the living room, and mine from my office ----mind you I had not backed up any of my work from Seminary nor any family pictures or journal entries I had written... I feel like Carrie in Sex in the City when her computer crashes and everyone asks "Did you back up?" and her response is .... "&lt;em&gt;Who backs up?" &lt;/em&gt;You better believe I will be a back up queen after this. They went into our bedroom....and stole all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;. They took my grandmother's rosary, my Nona's (grandma in Italian) watch. This is my only family heirloom from her. I had one tiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; case that had a shirt on it so it was spared.....I have one of my 2 baby rings, my pearls from my father.... but I also lost my mother's engagement ring from my father, my wedding earnings,... and just a sense of safety. They stole only the movies sitting on top of our entertainment center... but they left behind Charlie Brown Christmas and VHS tapes of Star Wars. I am thankful for this since they left many finger prints behind at the expense of being picky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first round of cops left around 10:30 and we were told to wait for the Crime Scene Investigator to come and finger print and take pictures. She didn't arrive until after I called the police department, arriving at 1am. She took tons of finger prints all over the house and took pictures. She finally finished around 2am. And then.... we were left to clean up after her and all the black dust they use for fingerprinting. At that our evening was finished. We looked at each other knowing that we needed sleep but unable to feel safe in our own home, scared that they would come back. We checked all the doors and windows like 5 times (each) and then attempted to go to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, Michael encouraged me to maintain some sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;normalcy&lt;/span&gt; and go to my training appointment at the gym, he even went with me at 6am. We had taken the day off from work since it was Michael's birthday - Happy Birthday baby - wished it would have started on a better note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to our friends, we were able to celebrate Michael's birthday with cake and pizza and Rock Band. We did catch ourselves surveying the house as we drove up the driveway looking for anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know they are just things - I know they don't amount to much in the grand scheme of things. But I am mad. I want my files off my computer... they can keep the stinking machine. I just want my memories, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; school lessons I wrote on Genesis, my journal entries after becoming a Christian, my childhood photos I had scanned in. My pictures of family events over the years, my wedding planning and every other detail of my life over the past 5 years. Oh, did I mention.... all my papers for school are gone.... it just makes me sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder as they violated us, going from room to room taking what ever caught their eye, did they look at our wedding photos? Did they notice a bible in every room? (I have way to many bibles)? Did they see the scripture framed on our stairway as they came up and down our stairs to take our things? Why didn't my dog scare them off? Do they feel any remorse? What are they going through that this was an options? Now that they've been in once and know what we have, will they be back? Do they know how scared they made me feel in my own home? Will they notice the picture of Jesus on the cross dying for them as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;screen saver&lt;/span&gt;? Will they read my files on Grace? on Salvation? On How God has saved me through struggles and fear through confusion and pain in my journals. Or will they disregard us - doing it only for a fix or a cheap thrill just to prove that they could take things from someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to love them, but I don't. I just want to ask them "Why US?" and in this time where I feel so violated I am wondering - where was God to protect us? Why didn't God stop them. I mean this is the same God from the OT that sucked people into the ground for lying right? And in my moment of doubt and fear and confusion, I know it could have been worse. God did spare many things. Our animals are fine, they didn't destroy our home, they left many valuable things....and the one thing they could never steal from us is Christ. We will still rejoice and pray that God's justice is done. I would be lying if I told you I wasn't praying that our stuff will be recovered - I am. But I know that even if they are not that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My grandmother loved me, even if I don't have her watch that was willed to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My grandmother loved Jesus, because I once had her rosary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My photos are memories that God will allow me to see in day dreams and times of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; with my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My journals are known by God and I have seen His redemptive work since writing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;earrings&lt;/span&gt; I wore on my wedding day are still in photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My life is not things, and my true treasures cannot be stolen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks you for all your prayers, hugs and comfort. We appreciate all of you. We do pray for our stuff to be returned and justice to prevail but know that it's a long shot. I will be signing the papers for Renter's insurance tomorrow and Michael's brother (a cop) has given us a security system as our birthday gifts. Hopefully when those things are in place - we will be able to leave the house without spending 15 minutes checking and rechecking everything and breathe a little easier leaving the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-4385960458583474103?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/4385960458583474103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=4385960458583474103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/4385960458583474103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/4385960458583474103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/04/anger-and-grace-collide.html' title='Anger and Grace Collide'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/R_maxYjnzRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/tVWebQZrstM/s72-c/breakin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-3048329556967006602</id><published>2008-03-30T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:24:15.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News all Around</title><content type='html'>So I wanted to share some good news with all (my faithful few) people who keep up to date with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have posted about this last week but ... now is better than never.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am cancer free - my biopsy came back negative. This is a huge victory. I go back in July for another pap just to see if everything is still good. What my prayer is that the virus in my cervix which is causing all the trouble would be GONE!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I met with my trainer on Friday for our first full session. I have to weigh in before we get started. I had lost 2 lbs since Tuesday. Not a huge biggest loser moment but ... it's a huge start for me. So since my last doctor's appointment in Feb. I have lost and kept off 6 lbs. YEAH! These little victories are keeping me motivated. Who knows what this weeks weigh in has in store for me... I went to Crackle Barrel yesterday.... and although it was my only meal....I know it wasn't the best choice. I justified it by my hour at the gym today....don't think my trainer will see it that way since I was scolded for eating "1" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;donut&lt;/span&gt;.....mind you I picked up 2 dozen from Lamar's and had them sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of me all day.. and I only ate one. That was a victory for me... she didn't see it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week ...another struggle with food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a HUGE midterm this week. I am hoping I don't blow my diet.... since I tend to snack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; when I study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-3048329556967006602?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/3048329556967006602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=3048329556967006602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/3048329556967006602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/3048329556967006602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-news-all-around.html' title='Good News all Around'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29814818.post-1294353964874719339</id><published>2008-03-25T09:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:05:47.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving in the right direction - Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/R-kMr4jnzQI/AAAAAAAAAos/lClplmJcpeA/s1600-h/working+out+with+a+trainer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181686794322169090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/R-kMr4jnzQI/AAAAAAAAAos/lClplmJcpeA/s400/working+out+with+a+trainer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So today I started working out with a trainer.  She and I will be meeting once a week for personally inflicted pain.  Today was my first ...get to know you, let me tell you how bad you're off meeting. She told me that I have a "black girl bootie beginning"....Curved back w/ big butt term (it must be a technical trainer term - who knew?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have hired her, and she's there to help me but I felt judged by her during our session. I know it's only in my head - but I felt shame in working out with her. I know that I have done the hardest part - getting started. But, I some how felt weak in needing help.  A topic I know I will explore in counseling this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for me, I'll be watching the Biggest Loser tonight and I will at the gym tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29814818-1294353964874719339?l=carinphilpott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/feeds/1294353964874719339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29814818&amp;postID=1294353964874719339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/1294353964874719339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29814818/posts/default/1294353964874719339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carinphilpott.blogspot.com/2008/03/moving-in-right-direction-finally.html' title='Moving in the right direction - Finally'/><author><name>Carin &amp;amp; Michael Schindler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07707784247953836283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01772965232000902157'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PvyTOSJT4MI/R-kMr4jnzQI/AAAAAAAAAos/lClplmJcpeA/s72-c/working+out+with+a+trainer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>