<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017</id><updated>2011-10-01T01:29:46.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of Jason, Leah, Ollie &amp; Fifi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-2229066399644103203</id><published>2009-09-22T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:41:43.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ollie and Fifi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SrkrOa_jjaI/AAAAAAAAAis/jgKL_vBjLCM/s1600-h/DSC02901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384382356262194594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SrkrOa_jjaI/AAAAAAAAAis/jgKL_vBjLCM/s320/DSC02901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ollie a.k.a. "goggie"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifi a.k.a. "Fif" or "The Fif"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just in case you were wondering. . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-2229066399644103203?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2229066399644103203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=2229066399644103203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/2229066399644103203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/2229066399644103203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/09/ollie-and-fifi.html' title='Ollie and Fifi'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SrkrOa_jjaI/AAAAAAAAAis/jgKL_vBjLCM/s72-c/DSC02901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-616542636025787223</id><published>2009-09-14T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:35:45.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;. . .we went to a wedding for Jason and Sabrina Stotler.  Jason was one of the young people in the youth group when JW was a YP for the Hollister church, therefore he holds a very special place in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sq8iOznIsbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/I3i81-FGdY4/s1600-h/DSC02885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sq8iOznIsbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/I3i81-FGdY4/s320/DSC02885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381557717498900914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;For those of you that don't know, I suffer with a slight case of OCD (is that an oxymoron?). That being said, I tend to be over-prepared for things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sq8iKdwaVJI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rfLgMvSUea4/s1600-h/DSC02878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sq8iKdwaVJI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rfLgMvSUea4/s320/DSC02878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381557642912748690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Unfortunately, that was not the case this weekend when I forgot the card to go with our wedding gift. Since we were already late to the wedding, the only place I was able to get one was when we stopped for gas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sq8iFXlJasI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xOFFSVkbvho/s1600-h/DSC02880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sq8iFXlJasI/AAAAAAAAAhs/xOFFSVkbvho/s320/DSC02880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381557555355544258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Believe it or not....this was the best option. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I could not stop laughing while trying to somehow make "&lt;i&gt;I'm so glad we share the same world&lt;/i&gt;!" tie into wedding wishe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;s. I could not go without telling them that this was not the original one I had bought for them (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;God forbid they think that since the front of this card is one of the ugliest I have ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I hope to remember everything for the other wedding we are attending this coming weekend. . . we shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;-LW&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/7912848762456155017-616542636025787223?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/616542636025787223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=616542636025787223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/616542636025787223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/616542636025787223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend . . .'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sq8iOznIsbI/AAAAAAAAAh8/I3i81-FGdY4/s72-c/DSC02885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-1411202438222728417</id><published>2009-09-11T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:40:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since You Asked.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ollie and Fifi are still far from being friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She loves him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He tolerates her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sqq0SkAp3wI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6_uWjhHY9pw/s1600-h/DSC02836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380310935844544258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sqq0SkAp3wI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6_uWjhHY9pw/s320/DSC02836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If she is not right next to him.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sqq0NEKAIUI/AAAAAAAAAhI/s65Ge3g0jRM/s1600-h/DSC02840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380310841394471234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sqq0NEKAIUI/AAAAAAAAAhI/s65Ge3g0jRM/s320/DSC02840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...you can find her with her toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-1411202438222728417?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1411202438222728417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=1411202438222728417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/1411202438222728417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/1411202438222728417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-you-asked.html' title='Since You Asked.....'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sqq0SkAp3wI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6_uWjhHY9pw/s72-c/DSC02836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-4442349940792711573</id><published>2009-09-09T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:11:27.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoL25xAWyyI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1GXSPAqbr4E/s1600-h/4817_122289215199_650070199_2962107_5737829_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369125178046860066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoL25xAWyyI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1GXSPAqbr4E/s200/4817_122289215199_650070199_2962107_5737829_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dating years::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday we celebrated our 8 year anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cannot believe that we have been married for 8 years. It seems like it has flown by so fast, yet it feels like we have been together forever (&lt;em&gt;weird that it feels like both at the same time)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Looking back over the years we have been together, it is so clear to see God's hand in our relationship. When JW and I started dating, everything was so easy compared to past relationships I had been in. We just seemed to fit together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lately I have just been thinking of us. Thinking about how grateful I am that God gave me exactly what I needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happy Anniversary to the love of my Life. I cannot&lt;br /&gt;imagine living one day without you. I love you with my whole heart."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-4442349940792711573?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4442349940792711573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=4442349940792711573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4442349940792711573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4442349940792711573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/08/us.html' title='Us'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoL25xAWyyI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1GXSPAqbr4E/s72-c/4817_122289215199_650070199_2962107_5737829_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-395943798121583795</id><published>2009-08-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:43:24.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ollie &amp; Fifi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am just going to come out and say it..........logic and rationale have never been my strong traits (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;referring to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/torn.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That being said - I want to introduce you to Fifi. The newest member of the West Family and Ollie's worst nightmare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SowydQ_5mBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Vfqsp1Vqe8k/s1600-h/5848_131977235344_652600344_2506092_5650133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723933906737170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SowydQ_5mBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Vfqsp1Vqe8k/s200/5848_131977235344_652600344_2506092_5650133_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fifi is an 8 week old Yorkie.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SowyWi0nEsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/1szPx_hb1ls/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723818432139970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SowyWi0nEsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/1szPx_hb1ls/s200/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ...that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;goes completely crazy running around, getting into everything...and then is like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SowyQzOhLmI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ct1wWI2dOes/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723719756557922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SowyQzOhLmI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ct1wWI2dOes/s200/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She terrorizes Ollie every moment she is awake (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that is not an exaggeration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SowyAZcxcdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RZCWi80Pgqk/s1600-h/Picture+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723437959115218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SowyAZcxcdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RZCWi80Pgqk/s200/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But we are thankful for small things....in that he has not bit her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sowx5WAV5nI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/FfXbsw1XX8Y/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371723316775478898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sowx5WAV5nI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/FfXbsw1XX8Y/s200/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.....yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. stay tuned for more Ollie and Fifi stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.P.S. bet you can't wait for THIS years Christmas card!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/7912848762456155017-395943798121583795?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/395943798121583795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=395943798121583795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/395943798121583795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/395943798121583795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-just-going-to-come-out-and-say-it.html' title='Ollie &amp; Fifi'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SowydQ_5mBI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Vfqsp1Vqe8k/s72-c/5848_131977235344_652600344_2506092_5650133_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-4780868502576876606</id><published>2009-08-12T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:33:00.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since Last Time. . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . . . we have been up to the following:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMH5W8c6sI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Fvozw4qQqVQ/s1600-h/5129_107258480344_652600344_2118510_6356718_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143862748834498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMH5W8c6sI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Fvozw4qQqVQ/s200/5129_107258480344_652600344_2118510_6356718_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Revivalution Youth Beach Trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMHrz6MRcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BNeMYHGDqLc/s1600-h/5688_112839015344_652600344_2214533_333553_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143630005814722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMHrz6MRcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BNeMYHGDqLc/s200/5688_112839015344_652600344_2214533_333553_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Had some friends over for the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMHi3AXewI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_QGQaqilINw/s1600-h/5688_117913585344_652600344_2295520_1286254_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143476218198786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMHi3AXewI/AAAAAAAAAfw/_QGQaqilINw/s200/5688_117913585344_652600344_2295520_1286254_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JW spoke at So-Cal Youth Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMHdKE2dXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/fq-7hA2qpL0/s1600-h/5688_118225295344_652600344_2300391_6477673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143378258064754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMHdKE2dXI/AAAAAAAAAfo/fq-7hA2qpL0/s200/5688_118225295344_652600344_2300391_6477673_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Blue Bomber Car Wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMHXALQfkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/yH2MX6AxzNo/s1600-h/5928_122513740344_652600344_2366785_1288872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143272521367106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMHXALQfkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/yH2MX6AxzNo/s200/5928_122513740344_652600344_2366785_1288872_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JW spoke at WD Junior Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMHLaXmKQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CnShIVebhZ4/s1600-h/5848_125906400344_652600344_2416789_3115579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369143073394010370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMHLaXmKQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CnShIVebhZ4/s200/5848_125906400344_652600344_2416789_3115579_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;National Night Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMGMy1W18I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3C8ElvqDQos/s1600-h/5848_127131515344_652600344_2432304_8076861_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369141997629528002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMGMy1W18I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3C8ElvqDQos/s200/5848_127131515344_652600344_2432304_8076861_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Camp Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMGH1mCU0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/wFV3Yowi5fo/s1600-h/6612_142392295199_650070199_3323062_5305714_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369141912471229250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMGH1mCU0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/wFV3Yowi5fo/s200/6612_142392295199_650070199_3323062_5305714_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Senior Youth Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;. . . and in between all of that we have been enjoying the summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(with this post comes the promise of more frequent postings. . . for you Brandon. . . for you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-4780868502576876606?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4780868502576876606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=4780868502576876606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4780868502576876606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4780868502576876606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/08/since-last-time.html' title='Since Last Time. . . . .'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SoMH5W8c6sI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Fvozw4qQqVQ/s72-c/5129_107258480344_652600344_2118510_6356718_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-1258288711150597259</id><published>2009-06-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:48:30.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Ministry Launch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sko8_2p6NWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a0BGi85w-rI/s1600-h/BBC-DESIGN-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353158174783976802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sko8_2p6NWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a0BGi85w-rI/s200/BBC-DESIGN-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend I was invited to speak at the Promise Center in Santa Rosa,CA. The Church is Pastored by Chad King. The purpose of the trip was to help launch their Bus Ministry. I was invited by the Legendary Street Soul Winner, Simeon Costa. I have always had great respect for Simeon, his boldness and tenacity in the area of Soul winning and Bible Study Teaching.&lt;br /&gt;I realize that the success of the Blue Bomber Crew in San Jose rests not in me, but in the whole team. So, I extended the invitation to those on the BBC that wanted to be apart of the Bus Launch. There were a total of 21 of us that made our way to Santa Rosa this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353159255281717570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sko9-v0pUUI/AAAAAAAAAeY/J7F_5BckHJk/s200/DSC09425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were greeted by about 35 adults / teens that were so excited about what God is fixing to do in their city through Bus Ministry. You could feel the excitement and anticipation in the room as myself, Brandon Leonardo, Pritika Bhan, and Christian Johnson began to speak about Bus Ministry. At the conclusion of the mini seminar, Simeon led the group in prayer. The passion and intensity of the prayer was incredible. There was was an overwhelming cry to God to give them favor in their city. It was very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353158821715339442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sko9lgqXaLI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fktephM742M/s200/DSC09421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prayer, we broke into 3 teams and begin to hit the local neighborhood. Due to the weather, there were not a lot of people out on the streets at first, but after driving for a while we were able to find some. At the end of the day there were 29 new contacts made on the streets of Santa Rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353158469703851154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sko9RBUSXJI/AAAAAAAAAeI/eowCk02hyxI/s200/DSC09495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fulfilling afternoon it was. Not only to help launch a ministry in a church that is hungry for souls, but also to see a church rally behind a cause. Thank you Promise Center for allowing myself along with the Blue Bomber Crew to be apart of what God is fixing to do in your city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-1258288711150597259?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1258288711150597259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=1258288711150597259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/1258288711150597259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/1258288711150597259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/06/bus-ministry-launch.html' title='Bus Ministry Launch...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sko8_2p6NWI/AAAAAAAAAeA/a0BGi85w-rI/s72-c/BBC-DESIGN-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-5075812272794313887</id><published>2009-06-18T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:05:53.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sjq2Kuf_eMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OryyrY0gk4U/s1600-h/pillows.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348787802853046466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sjq2Kuf_eMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OryyrY0gk4U/s200/pillows.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We have major pillow issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Not sure how it has happened. JW and I have discussed it, and neither one of us can recall one time (while growing up) that we had sleep issues due to an uncomfortable pillow. What has changed? Are we more picky now that we are "all grown up"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now it seems like every other night. . .our pillows are flat, we wake up with a headache or a sore neck, we toss and turn trying to get comfortable. . .etc. etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The way that JW sleeps with his head straight in a pillow and me with mine like a ball cannot be good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Look what we have become due to uncomfortable pillows?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have purchased so many pillows the past 8 years....you really would not believe it if I told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, I said all that to say. . . we need help finding the perfect pillow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can you help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-5075812272794313887?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5075812272794313887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=5075812272794313887&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/5075812272794313887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/5075812272794313887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sjq2Kuf_eMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/OryyrY0gk4U/s72-c/pillows.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-6397685980931023090</id><published>2009-06-10T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:17:06.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxnard Youth Retreat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SjCTWaHyGNI/AAAAAAAAAdw/yphtsgyaOzA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345934770867149010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SjCTWaHyGNI/AAAAAAAAAdw/yphtsgyaOzA/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This past weekend I was blessed to be with a pretty awesome group of young people - The Rock Youth Group of Oxnard, CA. I spoke at their annual youth retreat. When I arrived I was greeted by some incredibly real and extremely genuine young people. There are some youth groups that are not the easiest to talk to or connect with, and this was not one of them! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Youth Team of Oxnard is led by Bro Daniel McGovern and Sis Rosalyn. They are doing an incredible work - I love seeing passionate youth workers in the Kingdom of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep me in your prayers as I head to Spokane,WA on Thursday morning. I will be there for 2 days. Bro Rick Mayo is a complete Savage for the Kingdom. He has invited me to be a part of an evangelistic event, reaching unchurched youth. I am pretty stoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will blog about it this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-6397685980931023090?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6397685980931023090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=6397685980931023090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6397685980931023090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6397685980931023090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/06/oxnard-youth-retreat.html' title='Oxnard Youth Retreat...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SjCTWaHyGNI/AAAAAAAAAdw/yphtsgyaOzA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-5246074961364460753</id><published>2009-06-03T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:04:19.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MM '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazlNu52rI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GeZ7LvHbdbI/s1600-h/n652600344_1987333_4277717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343155459844594354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazlNu52rI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GeZ7LvHbdbI/s200/n652600344_1987333_4277717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Last Friday night was our annual Midnight Madness youth event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazhFS3agI/AAAAAAAAAdg/b7DwoaSis0I/s1600-h/n652600344_2019850_5431790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343155388860033538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazhFS3agI/AAAAAAAAAdg/b7DwoaSis0I/s200/n652600344_2019850_5431790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We had over 500 young people in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazcVzPJGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Yb_1lkIebY8/s1600-h/4686_100501515344_652600344_2019856_1996456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343155307391427682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazcVzPJGI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Yb_1lkIebY8/s200/4686_100501515344_652600344_2019856_1996456_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JW was the bomb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazYow5_EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sctl0jekhKs/s1600-h/n652600344_2019858_1863170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343155243762449474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazYow5_EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sctl0jekhKs/s200/n652600344_2019858_1863170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...and these people were transparent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazTHkRoVI/AAAAAAAAAdI/C8PVdw6sNso/s1600-h/4686_100501390344_652600344_2019833_7062990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343155148951757138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazTHkRoVI/AAAAAAAAAdI/C8PVdw6sNso/s200/4686_100501390344_652600344_2019833_7062990_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Because of both - we had 14 receive the HG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazPb6j7iI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t_DaghKNdis/s1600-h/4686_100188975344_652600344_2013692_1149355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343155085694463522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazPb6j7iI/AAAAAAAAAdA/t_DaghKNdis/s200/4686_100188975344_652600344_2013692_1149355_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ... and 1 baptized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A huge &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazMBLeYeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PGM7t2fM9TA/s1600-h/4686_100189080344_652600344_2013712_7566733_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343155026978038242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazMBLeYeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/PGM7t2fM9TA/s200/4686_100189080344_652600344_2013712_7566733_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Each and every person that volunteered in any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazId6zprI/AAAAAAAAAcw/tRzmKcsPFmI/s1600-h/4686_100186250344_652600344_2013615_474581_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343154965973280434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazId6zprI/AAAAAAAAAcw/tRzmKcsPFmI/s200/4686_100186250344_652600344_2013615_474581_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Without you it would have been impossible to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazD-E0MNI/AAAAAAAAAco/W3GfwVCU_gU/s1600-h/n652600344_2013719_4742573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343154888705847506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazD-E0MNI/AAAAAAAAAco/W3GfwVCU_gU/s200/n652600344_2013719_4742573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Also, to the Pastor's that came out to support our event...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Siay_lKDNKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pHVP_zVi_b0/s1600-h/4686_100187610344_652600344_2013659_2142189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343154813297439906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Siay_lKDNKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pHVP_zVi_b0/s200/4686_100187610344_652600344_2013659_2142189_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ...and our YP friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Siay79BeovI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6DoSH3mA2Q4/s1600-h/4686_100189065344_652600344_2013709_2190825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343154750984463090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Siay79BeovI/AAAAAAAAAcY/6DoSH3mA2Q4/s200/4686_100189065344_652600344_2013709_2190825_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...and Tye Tribbett for his special guest appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Siay4krsPII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bWERpQKfN-g/s1600-h/n652600344_2013728_6272006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343154692911021186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Siay4krsPII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/bWERpQKfN-g/s200/n652600344_2013728_6272006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; A special THANK YOU to those that hung in there with us to the very, very end: Kellee Hopper, Ben Bella, Tim &amp;amp; Allen Wiggins, Kris Seibold, Brandon Miraflor and Christian Johnson. Without you guys we would have had a TON to clean up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last but not least - &lt;em&gt;I thank God for blessing us yet again. He never fails to blow our minds and exceed our expectations. I am so thankful that he allows us to play a small part in his big plan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want to see more pics go &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bike/sets/72157618913134555/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-LW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-5246074961364460753?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5246074961364460753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=5246074961364460753&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/5246074961364460753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/5246074961364460753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/06/mm09_03.html' title='MM &apos;09'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SiazlNu52rI/AAAAAAAAAdo/GeZ7LvHbdbI/s72-c/n652600344_1987333_4277717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-394780715211514670</id><published>2009-05-22T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:22:52.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope to Never Forget.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Shb8m46WN2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/_bbdi361aTk/s1600-h/4447_87621361295_506376295_2341029_5372809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338732153336641378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Shb8m46WN2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/_bbdi361aTk/s320/4447_87621361295_506376295_2341029_5372809_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ...a few memories from my recent trip to NYC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kellee getting off of the subway and the doors shutting before the rest of us could join her. Oh, the look on her face when she turned around and realized we were not behind her. Moni mouthed "&lt;em&gt;K - e - l - l -e - e&lt;/em&gt;", seemingly in slow motion as she waved goodbye....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am actually laughing again as I relive the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The lady in Harlem going to the bathroom on the street. {note: she was &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; homeless, and it was &lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt; #1}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The couple on the NYC water taxi: Him - wearing Calvin Klein boxers {&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we saw it for ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;} , Her - with the entire back of her dress stuck in her behind {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could she not feel it&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Moni making friends with people on the subway....and then leaving the rest of us stuck talking with them about a Tennis tournament {???} in Australia {???} - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did I even get her story right&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kim &amp;amp; Kellee getting soaked by a van, that hit a puddle, while walking down the street {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not exaggerating in any way when I say "soaked"&lt;/span&gt;}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Moni getting called out of the crowd by a street performer....enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me putting one of my boots in our shopping cart while trying on shoes, Moni taking the shopping cart, then when I finally find her {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after walking around the store with one boot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;} it's gone, then having to retrace her steps to find it {&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;praying that someone did not pick it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;}. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The "sweet" taxi cab driver who dropped Moni and I off a &lt;strong&gt;BLOCK&lt;/strong&gt; from our hotel at 1 o'clock in the morning!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The lady at Cirque de Soleil that assumed that Moni spoke Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Tour guide Nazi - "Arrive alive".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The lady that refused to take a picture of Moni and Malia during &lt;strong&gt;INTERMISSION&lt;/strong&gt; at Mary Poppins.....because "photography was not allowed during the performance".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Elderly couple "getting to know each other really well" in the subway {&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a.k.a. - making out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A special "THANK YOU" to my dear friend Kellee that (&lt;em&gt;by turning&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;40&lt;/strong&gt;) made it possible for all of us to go!!! {&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think she may kill me for that sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;}....hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kellee! I love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I missed JW so much, that when I came home I promised not to take another girls trip for a very long time.....oh, and I missed Ollie too ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-394780715211514670?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/394780715211514670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=394780715211514670&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/394780715211514670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/394780715211514670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hope-to-never-forget.html' title='I Hope to Never Forget.....'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Shb8m46WN2I/AAAAAAAAAU4/_bbdi361aTk/s72-c/4447_87621361295_506376295_2341029_5372809_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-1446578890778596245</id><published>2009-05-11T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:18:44.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Sis Doria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sgij9OfweII/AAAAAAAAAUw/MFF-H7BHzdc/s1600-h/n1010575712_30212944_2527864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sgij9OfweII/AAAAAAAAAUw/MFF-H7BHzdc/s200/n1010575712_30212944_2527864.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334694030878996610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out who was on Outreach with the Blue Bomber this past Saturday.  In the Picture is Christian Johnson who is the Captain of Route 2, along with Sis Doria Cruz [ Espericueta ].  Not pictured is Sis Doria's Husband and kids.  They were there, but assisting with the Candy Rain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-1446578890778596245?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1446578890778596245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=1446578890778596245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/1446578890778596245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/1446578890778596245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-sis-doria.html' title='Update on Sis Doria...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sgij9OfweII/AAAAAAAAAUw/MFF-H7BHzdc/s72-c/n1010575712_30212944_2527864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-8088595516862698964</id><published>2009-05-07T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:29:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SgMWcDS6GAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YLWeC6ksXpE/s1600-h/choices-760701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333131054913558530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SgMWcDS6GAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YLWeC6ksXpE/s200/choices-760701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So far this morning:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I chose to hit snooze for another ten minutes, thus resulting in running late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I decided what to wear to work...a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I washed my face and brushed my teeth.....a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Took Ollie outside for his bathroom break.....a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I chose which route to take to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then I decided what to listen to as I drove.....a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I chose which space to park in when I arrived at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to the cafeteria and chose what I would eat for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then I chose to eat at my desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And took the stairs instead of the elevator to get there.....a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I chose to check my email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then chose not to go on facebook for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sent out a few text messages.....a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I chose to respond to some emails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Decided to post on my blog... a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chose to write about choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Every breathing moment of my day I am making choices. To sit, stand, walk, bend over, open, close, chew, call, pick up my phone, email, text, make a copy, run water, cook, clean, check my mail, feed Ollie, take out the garbage, lock my apartment, alarm my car, drive my car....etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Choices I made years ago, that I considered "little" or no big deal, still affect me to this day. They have shaped who I am, and will forever be a part of my life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If there is one thing that I hope to impart on the young ladies in my youth group, it would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Power of Choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The choices you make everyday shape who you are, and will affect your life forever - good or bad. Always choose prayerfully &amp;amp; carefully, weighing out all of your options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Every choice you make matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Even the little ones......especially the little ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is a choice you make in everything you do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you must always keep in mind, the choice you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;make, makes you." ~ Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-8088595516862698964?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8088595516862698964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=8088595516862698964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/8088595516862698964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/8088595516862698964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SgMWcDS6GAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/YLWeC6ksXpE/s72-c/choices-760701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-7080830712870284095</id><published>2009-04-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:25:03.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ollie's First Trip to the Dog Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-20b0348f0c639b48" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20b0348f0c639b48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890258%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59C2703A4360ABB777596A0674257CA9BADA6763.38FE8135DEF5821C394896F0660C9B67B896B59D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20b0348f0c639b48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhGL4J81lgDSGApSS4bSw666LVgM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20b0348f0c639b48%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329890258%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D59C2703A4360ABB777596A0674257CA9BADA6763.38FE8135DEF5821C394896F0660C9B67B896B59D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20b0348f0c639b48%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhGL4J81lgDSGApSS4bSw666LVgM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this quick video of Ollie's first trip to the Dog Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-7080830712870284095?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=20b0348f0c639b48&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7080830712870284095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=7080830712870284095&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7080830712870284095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7080830712870284095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/04/ollies-first-trip-to-dog-park.html' title='Ollie&apos;s First Trip to the Dog Park'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-6706405386163445086</id><published>2009-04-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:31:12.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If friends were flowers, I'd pick you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sd1qRyuKjeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3S2-eq4G5-8/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322527188527517154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sd1qRyuKjeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3S2-eq4G5-8/s320/DSC01536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I first met &lt;a href="http://monicahassas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; around February 1999. I was working at First Bank &amp;amp; Trust in downtown San Jose. While working there, daily, I would see this "pentecostal" looking girl coming and going as if on her lunch break. One day I ran out of the bank, stopped her and asked her if she went to church. At the time she was attending East Valley Pentecostal Church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;We agreed to go to lunch since we worked so close together. After a few lunch dates our friendship seemed to just "click". She had no idea that at the time I had a secret crush on JW (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that is another story in itself&lt;/span&gt;), nor that we had gone out years prior. At lunch one day we were talking about my lack of a love life. I think the conversation went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Me- "I am so depressed, I know that I am going to wind up an old maid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Moni-"Don't be ridiculous!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Me- "There are No guys at all at my church!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Moni- "I have the perfect guy for you"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Me- "Who?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Moni- "JW"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Me- "You have got to be kidding me, I have had a crush on him for months and have not told a soul!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;.......and thus began our friendship and Moni being known as the "Prophetess". &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I must admit that I took this as a confirmation that JW and I were somehow meant to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Looking back over the last 10 years (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I cannot believe it has been that long&lt;/span&gt;) I am so thankful for her friendship. Besides my husband, Moni knows me better than anyone else....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so if you want the dirt on me, she is the one to go to....hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;She is someone that always tells me the truth about myself - even if it means I am wrong. She is the one I call when I am feeling like an emotional mess, and she always seems to say the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;We have laughed together, cried together, shopped together (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I had to throw that in&lt;/span&gt;), vacationed together.....and much, much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;This month she is turning "21". In honor of her birthday I thought this tribute to her would be fitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;I love you Moni.....here's to another 50 years of friendship!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"A friend is someone who knows&lt;br /&gt;the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the&lt;br /&gt;words." Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;-LW&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/7912848762456155017-6706405386163445086?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6706405386163445086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=6706405386163445086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6706405386163445086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6706405386163445086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-friends-are-friends-forever.html' title='&quot;If friends were flowers, I&apos;d pick you&quot;'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sd1qRyuKjeI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3S2-eq4G5-8/s72-c/DSC01536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-6942898724166791758</id><published>2009-04-03T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:34:27.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little about Jwest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SdZemmWYuRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4lWTWsfka9U/s1600-h/DSC07943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320544027007301906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SdZemmWYuRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4lWTWsfka9U/s320/DSC07943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright, so The Westside Stories is not going to just be about Ministry involvement, but also to give you a little random insight into The West Family.  Today's installment is my collection of ties.  Not just any tie, but nice ties.   &lt;div&gt;I have not bought many ties within the last 6 months. However, I have just started my bow tie collection.  I am excited about the progress of this latest development.   &lt;div&gt;In fact, it is my intention to spark the BOW TIE Revival in our Young Men's Tie Arsenal at the First Church.  -JW&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/7912848762456155017-6942898724166791758?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6942898724166791758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=6942898724166791758&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6942898724166791758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6942898724166791758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-about-jwest.html' title='A little about Jwest...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SdZemmWYuRI/AAAAAAAAAUI/4lWTWsfka9U/s72-c/DSC07943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-3616653977094772328</id><published>2009-04-02T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:53:32.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Bomber Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320144101674661474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SdTy34Y1NmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/trnSVnAm3v4/s320/DSC03243.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I came across this awesome picture from our Vacation Bible School last summer. This was an incredible event due to that fact that our Music Is For Kids Summer Program had taken a 2 year break. We felt to bring it back last year. The timing was perfect because we had just launched the Blue Bomber Crew and many of them were a part of The POWERLAB. It was a great event that rallied all of our children, as well as our Bus/Children's Workers together. What I remember so vividly the day of the POWERLAB Performance was not just the excitement of all the wacky hairstyles and bright colors, it was what happened that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was that Sunday morning, that Doria Cruz, a mother of children that had been riding the Blue Bomber (since the first day we started the Bus Ministry) decided to make some changes in her life. She came that day and sat on the front row of the First Church. With tears streaming down her face, she watched as her kids were having a blast worshipping and singing. She had come to church that day to be baptized. She told me that she had been watching her kids come to our church for a while, and there was something that was pulling her to give her life over to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320144496620441410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SdTzO3rPj0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/ac6fbbtL3mc/s320/DSC03256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Since then, Sis Doria and her husband Ishmael have become some of the most faithful people at the First Church. I will not lie and say that it was been problem free journey for them, there has been a few bumps in the road, families have been separated, Kids put in Foster Homes across the city - but as I looked out in the congregation last Sunday At First Church Connect - I saw their whole family back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the platform while Pastor Shoemake preached, tears running down my face as I watched this family worship the Lord together. It is incredible to watch this transformation taking place. Sis Doria is one of the first ladies to approach neighborhood moms and dads and tells them about the Lord and everything God has done for her. She is so funny too. She will walk up to some of the "hardest" young people and just tell them how it is - and how they need to surrender their lives to God. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320142896767932594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SdTxxvwrmLI/AAAAAAAAATw/kUWSC12IsIE/s320/DSC07584.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There are great things to come from Ishmael and Doria. One day Ishmael and Doria will be route captains on the Blue Bomber Crew... just watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-3616653977094772328?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3616653977094772328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=3616653977094772328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3616653977094772328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3616653977094772328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/04/blue-bomber-story.html' title='Blue Bomber Story...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SdTy34Y1NmI/AAAAAAAAAT4/trnSVnAm3v4/s72-c/DSC03243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-6382045586830118172</id><published>2009-03-20T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:07:57.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Last night I struggled to drift off into dreamland.  Peaceful happy thoughts were interrupted by gunshots, bombs going off, helicopters flying overhead, and trash talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized…….every day I compete with ‘her’ for my husbands attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I am winning. –LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315332504436560594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/ScPawD4HUtI/AAAAAAAAATg/3EiWe5Bm-3M/s320/call_of_duty_4_200_222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-6382045586830118172?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6382045586830118172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=6382045586830118172&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6382045586830118172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6382045586830118172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/03/other-woman.html' title='The Other Woman'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/ScPawD4HUtI/AAAAAAAAATg/3EiWe5Bm-3M/s72-c/call_of_duty_4_200_222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-7934164365801011699</id><published>2009-03-02T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:37:32.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am convinced...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sax5OF7hqII/AAAAAAAAASg/px6ORYO2RYQ/s1600-h/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308751343779948674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sax5OF7hqII/AAAAAAAAASg/px6ORYO2RYQ/s200/DSC01448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sax5A8nhV2I/AAAAAAAAASY/2Z3zSc_NwqA/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308751117941823330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sax5A8nhV2I/AAAAAAAAASY/2Z3zSc_NwqA/s200/DSC01455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sax4zqCUSXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JWupaU2gvWo/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308750889615640946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sax4zqCUSXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/JWupaU2gvWo/s200/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night in our Sunday Evening Service we had a Praise Concert with Bro Kevin Howard of The Pentecostals of Alexandria.  He has spent the last 3 days working with our choir.  The service was awesome.  The Choir was rockin - they sounded great, cool new songs, and a true display of God's Anointing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that stood out to me the most was the alters filled with Blue Bomber Kids and their Families.  Last night we saw approximately 130 - 150 Neighborhood kids and adults come to First Church.  Our City Council member Pete Constant even stopped by prior to the service to connect to our Church.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Choir concluded the concert with a song called "Free" (I think that was the name of it).  It was a slower song, and as the song began the presence of God just ripped through the building. It was incredible.  Brand new converts to First Church, within the past year, began to run the aisles.  They were truly excited that they were "Free".  My eyes welled up when I saw a young man by the name of Jeffrey, who was just baptized last Sunday Night - get out of his seat and begin to dance and run the aisles.  You would have to know his story and what God has saved him from- Jeffrey has come a loonnnng way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the service we served a dinner in the Fellowship Hall for all of our Community Guests. We didn't anticipate so many people, but God provided, and we had just enough food for everyone.  Leah mentioned that she didnt think we would have enough, but God always makes a way - and provides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was just incredible.  God is doing it.  I am just glad to be a part of it.  Thank you God for trusting us with these new people.  This is just the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-7934164365801011699?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7934164365801011699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=7934164365801011699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7934164365801011699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7934164365801011699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-convinced.html' title='I am convinced...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/Sax5OF7hqII/AAAAAAAAASg/px6ORYO2RYQ/s72-c/DSC01448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-6433060342794084587</id><published>2009-03-02T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:51:32.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Encouragement - LW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God give me faith in myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not only on days when I'm going great and winning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and nothing seems impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but on days when the whole world looks lousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and I'm losing and the road ahead seems too hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I wonder if I'm brave enough, smart enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and I must be crazy to try,don't let me quit Lord, not ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me keep the faith in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No matter how many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;discourage me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;doubt me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;laugh at me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;warn me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;think me a fool…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't let me listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let me hear another voice telling me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"You can do it and you will!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If nobody else in this world cares or believes in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;let me believe in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know there will be times when I will doubt my own abilities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;when I'll be discouraged and on the verge of despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;don't let me give up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hang onto me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fan the fires so that I'll try even harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Give me more faith in myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are the source of life and power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You are the source of my abilities and my faith.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to always believe in myself, as you believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~Marjorie Holmes&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/7912848762456155017-6433060342794084587?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6433060342794084587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=6433060342794084587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6433060342794084587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6433060342794084587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-encouragement-lw.html' title='Monday Encouragement - LW'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-4249297347902215731</id><published>2009-02-21T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:57:06.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cover for my Computer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SaCezvp3jqI/AAAAAAAAARw/BP1-7N2kcCw/s1600-h/DSC07474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305414972845035170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SaCezvp3jqI/AAAAAAAAARw/BP1-7N2kcCw/s320/DSC07474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just pretty stoked about a new cover I just received in the mail yesterday. It is a nifty new Green Color for my MacBook Pro. It was a pretty sweet deal. Usually they are 50.00 in the Apple Store, however Bro Ron Carter of the First Church told me about the Brand's website Offer for only 24.97. So I ordered one! I'm pretty excited about the terrific savings and the cool color. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just random thoughts on a grey Saturday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-4249297347902215731?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4249297347902215731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=4249297347902215731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4249297347902215731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4249297347902215731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-cover-for-my-computer.html' title='New Cover for my Computer!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SaCezvp3jqI/AAAAAAAAARw/BP1-7N2kcCw/s72-c/DSC07474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-7819272397677690666</id><published>2009-02-18T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:12:01.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday spent with my Mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SZyVtj-yFvI/AAAAAAAAARo/RbE1ybojO84/s1600-h/DSC06844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SZyVtj-yFvI/AAAAAAAAARo/RbE1ybojO84/s320/DSC06844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304279071120824050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 17th was my Mothers 53rd birthday. We had a great dinner at El Amigo Restaurant.  It was My mom, Mark, and I.  Leah has been sick the last few days and is still trying to get through it.  We had a great time at the Restaurant and finished it off at Baskin Robbins.   I wish my mom a Happy Birthday - and much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-7819272397677690666?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7819272397677690666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=7819272397677690666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7819272397677690666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7819272397677690666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-spent-with-my-mom.html' title='Birthday spent with my Mom.'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SZyVtj-yFvI/AAAAAAAAARo/RbE1ybojO84/s72-c/DSC06844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-7478472285512262822</id><published>2009-02-13T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:06:09.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Can Live Without:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SZXjJQb7iDI/AAAAAAAAARg/FnxU-Tn5ml8/s1600-h/n1206615823_324864_6105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302393884469069874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SZXjJQb7iDI/AAAAAAAAARg/FnxU-Tn5ml8/s320/n1206615823_324864_6105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People who are critical of my husband - enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fake people - if you don't like me, don't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;act&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like you do. You are &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; fooling no one but yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cheap stuff - by this I mean cheap in quality &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;cheap in cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Debbie-downers - people that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have something negative to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Keeping up with the Jones' - The pressure to have what everyone else has or to have the latest and greatest. When is enough, enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Onions - I have tried and tried to like them...to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bad hair days - I believe I have already met my lifetime quota for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Horrible Drivers - if you are afraid to drive, don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;People that do&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have a weight problem - &lt;em&gt;they really just make me sick.&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Camping in a tent -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I believe I have met my lifetime quota for this as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Text Message Abbreviations being used when you are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; text messaging - 4COL DGTG THTS JMO. NBFAB!!!!!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wearing glasses in the rain without an umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There you have it, 13 of my dislikes in honor of Friday the 13th. - LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**(4COL- for crying out loud; DGTG - don't go there girlfriend; THTS - that's; JMO - just my opinion; NBFAB - not bad for a beginner).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-7478472285512262822?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7478472285512262822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=7478472285512262822&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7478472285512262822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7478472285512262822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-can-live-without.html' title='Things I Can Live Without:'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SZXjJQb7iDI/AAAAAAAAARg/FnxU-Tn5ml8/s72-c/n1206615823_324864_6105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-7512719493476750865</id><published>2009-02-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:43:34.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookworm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SYsbvUFCmNI/AAAAAAAAARA/TB_ZXyHn9bw/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299359886189172946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SYsbvUFCmNI/AAAAAAAAARA/TB_ZXyHn9bw/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I love books. Always have, always will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nothing is more relaxing to me than to curl up on the couch with a good book. I read every night before I go to bed, until I can barely keep my eyes open. If I am reading a really good book, that I cannot wait to finish, I will bring it to work and read it on my lunch everyday until I am done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My husband thinks I am a bookworm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am an extremely fast reader,&lt;strong&gt; if&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;and only if)&lt;/em&gt; I find the book interesting. This past Tuesday I received a book in the mail after work (&lt;em&gt;bought off of eBay for $3.99, I might add&lt;/em&gt;). By Wednesday morning 12:05am I was done with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Weird....huh?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Currently I have 19 books on my nightstand that I am wanting/needing to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is that normal????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I must admit that many of them have been there for at least a year. Most are self help books. Though I know that I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to read them, I don't find them nearly as interesting as a novel or a biography. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But this year (&lt;em&gt;as a New Year's resolution that I am just now adding to my list&lt;/em&gt;) I am going to read all 19 and&lt;strong&gt; FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; have a clean nightstand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have already started on two of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-7512719493476750865?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7512719493476750865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=7512719493476750865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7512719493476750865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7512719493476750865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/02/bookworm.html' title='Bookworm'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SYsbvUFCmNI/AAAAAAAAARA/TB_ZXyHn9bw/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-8491648623540710064</id><published>2009-01-27T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:22:50.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's been a while...</title><content type='html'>I apologize for my lack of blog postings the last few weeks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just had an incredible service tonight @ the First Church.  It was a Solemn Assembly.  Pastor Shoemake so eloquently delivered the word of God and discussed some things that were in the church.  The conclusion of the service was amazing.  We have been having awesome moves of God the last few services.  The Church is beginning to fill up.  It's great being apart of what God is doing here in San Jose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago, I think I received one of the most touching displays of appreciation from a young person in our youth ministry.  There is a young person that will remain nameless for Blog Purposes...that has been apart of our Ministry for a couple of years.  This person is the type of person that remains on the perimeters of things.  Very soft spoken. Isn't the Life of the Group.  In fact a young person that is pretty much labeled "one of the quiet ones".  Anyways, we had just concluded a youth event, and everyone was hanging out after talking and goofing off.  I walked by a group of young people where this one particular young person was at.  I said "whats up" to all of them as I usually would.  I had already passed the group and was going into a different room, and this young person ran up after me and said..."Bro West..Bro West".  I turned around and I looked at them, and they looked at me at simply said..."Thanks".  I looked at them, and I just looked puzzled, and they looked again at me and said it again "Thanks Bro West...Thanks".  They turned around and ran back to their group where they were talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt know how to quite take it.  I didnt understand.  But then, as I walked away, this young person in their way was saying "Thank you for all that we do for the Youth Ministry".  It was one of the most impacting moments as a youth pastor.  Mind you, I have been in youth ministry for a decade now, and the "Thank You's" are few and far between.  But this young person, someone that I would of never thought, was expressing themself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times that the work of a youth pastor goes unappreciated.  The Life of the Youth Pastor - Overworked, Underpaid, UnderValued, Overlooked, and Used.  But this young person's words of sincerity send me a message that I will never forget.  "Thanks" - I was reminded that all the non glamorous duties, late night cleaning of Youth Centers, hours of preparation for youth events, and all the other stuff that Youth Pastors do - it is all for something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This young person made me feel valued.  Thank you to that young person.  It is my goal this year to value and appreciate those that have impacted my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thanks...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-JW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-8491648623540710064?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8491648623540710064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=8491648623540710064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/8491648623540710064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/8491648623540710064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-its-been-while.html' title='So it&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-8185866095883054497</id><published>2009-01-20T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:33:11.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SXZDA3cmOpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/YnKZbfns1eQ/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293492094183553682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SXZDA3cmOpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/YnKZbfns1eQ/s320/clip_image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This past weekend was busy, busy, busy. But what fun! I have to admit that when Monday morning came, I was more tired than I was on Friday, after a week of work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wanted to share two things that happened this past Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I taught the lesson in my class on Sunday morning. After my lesson we were doing what girls do best...socializing. I had my Mac so we started playing around taking various pictures of ourselves using the photo booth. Some of the "neighborhood kids" or "community kids" (whatever you want to call them) were taking pictures as well. When the horn blew that the bus was leaving one of the bus girls came up to me, smiled, gave me a hug, and said "bye, I will see you next week". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You would have to know her to know what this really means. She has not been coming faithfully, has done her best to instigate fights when she does come, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; seems to listen to anything that is being said. For her to initiate a hug with me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was a big step....a HUGE step.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There was a girl that had been in our youth group years ago. I will not even go into the details of her story (1. I don't know if she would appreciate it and 2. I don't want to take the time), but to summarize: Her family left our church, backslid, she got pregnant, then got married, then came back to our church, then separated from her husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Since she has come back, her and I have spent a lot of time together. God blew our minds this past Sunday, when her husband was baptized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isn't it just like God to fix the mess that we make of our lives..........he never fails to amaze me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I am staying out of the forest, and am glad I am not perfect".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;~LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-8185866095883054497?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8185866095883054497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=8185866095883054497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/8185866095883054497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/8185866095883054497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-things.html' title='Two Things'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SXZDA3cmOpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/YnKZbfns1eQ/s72-c/clip_image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-5143522423666149863</id><published>2009-01-14T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:48:33.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc.....and a Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SW5rX3r7p2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pviaH7yDtFQ/s1600-h/n650070199_1941816_3953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291284670036289378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SW5rX3r7p2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pviaH7yDtFQ/s320/n650070199_1941816_3953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am a horrible blogger.  I have not posted since December 27th (to be exact).  You may be asking yourself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have not entertained you with the details of our life?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LAZINESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish I had a better reason, or a fabulous story to blame it on (&lt;em&gt;I took a trip to Paris, I won a million dollars , I was climbing Half Dome...etc&lt;/em&gt;), but I don't.  I simply have: just. not. wanted. to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyways...moving on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We started the New Year in So-Cal.  This year I am pretty torn about making resolutions. I thought if a posted a few here I would be a little more accountable in keeping them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So here goes nothing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lose Weight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Learn Spanish (at least start trying to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Read the entire Bible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Exercise regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pray &lt;em&gt;longer&lt;/em&gt; every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Be more organized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go somewhere I have never been before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stop being a procrastinator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spend more time with the ones I love ~ JW, family, friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Start sewing again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JW's birthday was on Monday......&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 31st BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JW's Mother and Brother came over for dinner and cake. The West family tradition is usually to go out to eat for birthday's, but JW decided that he wanted to be home this year. It was nice to have them over, as we rarely entertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I made the carrot cake above for his b-day.  It is his favorite kind. I will have you know that I made the entire cake from scratch, icing and all. To some of you this is no small feat, but for me this is a huge deal, as I am not much of a baker. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(one small problem I have with homemade icing is getting it to stick to the cake, it kept running off...can anyone help me with that? I let the cake cool for at least an hour too!). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This weekend we are hosting Revivalution Youth Conference at our church.  Starting tonight we will begin the busy preparations of making sure everything comes together. It is going to be an exciting weekend!  If you are in the area make sure and stop by - LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-5143522423666149863?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5143522423666149863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=5143522423666149863&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/5143522423666149863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/5143522423666149863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/miscand-happy-birthday.html' title='Misc.....and a Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SW5rX3r7p2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/pviaH7yDtFQ/s72-c/n650070199_1941816_3953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-3619250067752918676</id><published>2009-01-09T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:37:25.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Sunday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is alot of planning / strategizing that goes into Sunday Morning Blue Bomber Crew 2 Session Sundays!  It took alot just to say that whole sentence!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My weekly ritual is to email out to all the bus workers a Play By Play Game plan as to how are going to execute our teams.  The Blue Bomber Crew has now hit over 50 volunteers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone person has a role on Sunday Mornings - even throughout the week.  From weekly evangelism to picking up the donated pastries on Friday / Saturday nights.  It's pretty awesome how everyone works together for a common goal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we have a 2009 Sectional Kick Off Rally at East Valley Pentecostal Church.  Bro Tim Torres is our guest.  I have always appreciated Bro Tim, because of his consistency and passion for the Kingdom of God.  And it also helps that he is a great preacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually we have great attendance at our rallies.  However I have had a few call ins from a couple youth ministries to inform me that due to Church Prayer Services, they would be unable to attend.  I have found that Januarys often times are difficult times to schedule sectional / district events due to the conflicting of local church events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sure we will have a move of God tonight.  I will keep you all in the loop as to how it goes tonight.  - JW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-3619250067752918676?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3619250067752918676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=3619250067752918676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3619250067752918676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3619250067752918676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-ready-for-sunday.html' title='Getting Ready for Sunday....'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-5967270425644741481</id><published>2009-01-01T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:39:05.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Vacation in Southern California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SV1wCseQgWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/g94PD_QWRHM/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SV1wCseQgWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/g94PD_QWRHM/s320/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286504729202950498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SV1vhcA7cDI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jqi4NptTZ8c/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SV1wCseQgWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/g94PD_QWRHM/s72-c/DSC00743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-4039913288705203573</id><published>2008-12-28T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:06:35.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Moment @ the MidSkool Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVefje_mFdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/iRmdGT_2Is4/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVefje_mFdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/iRmdGT_2Is4/s320/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284868119706605010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two weeks ago, we had our MidSkool Movement Youth Service.  On Sunday Mornings at the First Church we have approximately 70 middle school aged youth that attend.  A few months ago, we launched the MidSkool Movement Service once a month on Sunday Mornings.  Luis Abbott and Christian Johnson are the Main Coordinators of this group of young people.  They do an incredible job prepping for activities and connecting with this age group.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The First Church Children's Ministry Department  conducted a Sunday School Training Seminar a few weeks back with Brent Regnart - Children's Pastor of CLC and Bro Jerry McCool, a very awesome and dynamic Children's Evangelist.  Alot of things were mentioned, but one of the main things that stood out - especially when working with a bunch of crazy, hyper, and unchurched young people was that you must have classroom / activity rules communicated.  You cannot enforce rules if you have not communicated them to the youth you are working with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that being freshly engraved in our minds; Luis, Christian, and I made a "Rules" Video for the MidSkool Movement Video.  We were so proud of it.  We had fun making it.  Let me give a little insight into youth ministry.  There are alot of challenges in working with today's young person, but there are fun parts of it as well.  Creating media that can be played in your venues, can be alot of fun.  Here is a Video Recap of the Service, and at the end of the video is the Rules Video that we were so proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pH4mgyElBIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pH4mgyElBIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the story.  We thought we had it down.  All bases covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Room 9 was packed. Excitement was in the air.  The theme of the Movement Service was "The Tightest Gift Ever".  We were going to discuss the real reason of Christmas, and why Christ came.  We had wacky games, awesome giveaways, and off tha hook crowdbreakers.  We were even giving away an IPOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were 3/4 the way through the service, we were making our way to the "message" segment.  Christian was leading us in praise and worship, I felt to take the mic and sing one more song before I began to launch into the "Message".  The presence of God was there.  Kids were on their feet with hands in the air singing and praising God.  We were right in the middle of the song "Here I am to Worship" when out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed a Blue Bomber Kid get up out of his seat and make his way to the second row, and with all that he had began to punch another Blue Bomber Kid in the face.  In fact, it was so bad, that the kid on the second row got knocked down to the ground as the other continually pounded him. Immediately Bro Richard Masoner, who by the way is one of the coolest Dads/Pre Teen Teachers around, jump right in and break it up.  They grabbed both boys and took them out of the room.  I instructed Luis Abbott to contact the Police - and for them to come out and take a report - in case of any injuries that may of occurred. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The room was quiet.  I looked into the faces of the other MidSkoolers in the room.  I think the state of shock had set in that there was a Royal Rumble in the middle of praise and worship left the room in silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I failed to mention, that in the Sunday School Seminar with Regnart and McCool - that one of the main points that McCool really hit on - was working with "Object Lessons".  That "Object Lessons" really help a child to identify with the lesson attempting to be communicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had just had the best "object lesson" take place right there in front of the rest of MidSkoolers.  I quickly took control of the situation and said,  "That when you have the Holy Ghost - you don't have to act out in violence.  That when you have the tightest gift ever, You don't have to fight - but the Lord is with you."   I still felt the presence of God, right there in the Midst of Summer Slam.  I continued to minister to this awkward age group.  A group that seeks identity.  A group that struggles with insecurity. A group that seeks acceptance. God was in room 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night, Victoria - a girl that has been riding the Blue Bomber for a while now came back to service &amp;amp; was sitting in the front row with her Sunday School teacher- Shannon Erickson. She responded to the preaching of Bro Ari Prado and was drawn to the alters seeking God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a decade of being involved in youth ministry, I am convinced more now than ever that young people really do need Jesus.  One of the many goals our youth ministry has this year is to connect and minister effectively to the Midskool Age Group.  It is a group that the world is quickly trying to impact and affect.  Please continue praying for the Revivalution Youth Ministry in 2009.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, in the rules video, we failed to communicate " No Fighting".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-4039913288705203573?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4039913288705203573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=4039913288705203573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4039913288705203573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4039913288705203573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-moment-midskool-movement.html' title='An Interesting Moment @ the MidSkool Movement'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVefje_mFdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/iRmdGT_2Is4/s72-c/DSC00465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-561594870990510989</id><published>2008-12-27T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:47:55.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaO_hMyLxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CR6dLKpKaA0/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaO_hMyLxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CR6dLKpKaA0/s320/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568434660749074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Revivalution Youth -&gt; Christmas in the Park &amp;amp; Streets of Bethlehem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaOpqiyGmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9zrWrv01ob0/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaOpqiyGmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9zrWrv01ob0/s320/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284568059211815522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Birthday Celebration #1 with BFF's -&gt; P.F. Chang's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaN-lov9SI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o0VrOaBvX6g/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaN-lov9SI/AAAAAAAAAQA/o0VrOaBvX6g/s320/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284567319160288546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Birthday Celebration #2 with my family -&gt; Claim Jumpers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Birthday Celebration #3 with the hubster (forgot camera) -&gt; Carino's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaNTWp2ioI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vDLujzXvVCI/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaNTWp2ioI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vDLujzXvVCI/s320/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284566576404007554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ollie met Santa -&gt; don't think he liked him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaM6mp61SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9vKnZ6i9-co/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaM6mp61SI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9vKnZ6i9-co/s320/DSC00656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284566151202526498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Date night with hubster -&gt; San Francisco/ Union Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaMWsqaBBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FX_JPzfMX1g/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaMWsqaBBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FX_JPzfMX1g/s320/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284565534339892242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hosted Christmas Eve at my house -&gt; parents and my aunt and uncle came over (sibling's are in Peru - long story).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Christmas day -&gt; spent with JW's family (forgot camera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;I have been 29 now for one week, and must admit that I do feel a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more mature  ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;I have been off of work for a week, and have had moments of complete boredom (I will be sooo ready to go back to work).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So far have been over to the Hassas' house twice for dinner (with a third time approaching this weekend) - thinking we will be wearing out our welcome really soon ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy New Year's Everyone! - LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-561594870990510989?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/561594870990510989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=561594870990510989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/561594870990510989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/561594870990510989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-catch-up.html' title='A Quick Catch Up'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SVaO_hMyLxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CR6dLKpKaA0/s72-c/DSC00445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-6965490077078310587</id><published>2008-12-16T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:52:13.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trees, George Bailey, So-Cal &amp; Sanger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SUioRtGNivI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2skK63oA0zo/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280655585208797938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SUioRtGNivI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2skK63oA0zo/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is no season like Christmas.  I love Christmas.  Here is a picture of our Christmas tree in all its glory. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280654058607974994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SUim42ENmlI/AAAAAAAAAPA/E2-xDzFmO1w/s320/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The other night I was with a group of our young people and I said "Merry Christmas".  They looked at me all weird and then like only a teenager could respond..."Dude it's not Christmas yet!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas for me is the time from Thanksgiving to December 25th.  I remember as a child waking up on Christmas morning and running into the Living Room and ripping open gifts.  After all the gifts were opened, it was time to clean up all the debris.  Then onto Christmas dinner.  Then...it was over.  My mother was the type that would break down our tree the day after Christmas - because it became a fire hazard.  So to me, Christmas became not about the 25th - but about the season.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, Leah has 2 weeks off of work.  I plan on spending time with my honey going out to the crowded malls, and taking a drive to freshly dropped snow in the mountains that surround San Jose.  After Christmas, we plan on traveling down to Southern California to see some awesome friends.  We will also be heading to Sanger to chill for a bit with our dear friends Tirso and Rachel Gonzales.  They have the coolest kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have not read any of the previous posts, let me reiterate that I love the cold weather.  I love the busy shopping malls.  The crowded Parking Garages.  The Christmas Music.  The Gift Cards I will receive from my youth group...hint hint.  I love it all.  I love saying "Merry Christmas" to the most grouchiest looking people on the street.  I sometimes feel like George Bailey from "It's a Wonderful Life", as he runs through Bedford Falls screaming "Merry Christmas"!  - JW&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/7912848762456155017-6965490077078310587?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6965490077078310587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=6965490077078310587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6965490077078310587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6965490077078310587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-trees-george-bailey-and.html' title='Christmas Trees, George Bailey, So-Cal &amp; Sanger'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SUioRtGNivI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2skK63oA0zo/s72-c/DSC00565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-5541999738431653274</id><published>2008-12-12T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:58:42.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SUKncHDw1II/AAAAAAAAAO4/9rmaeGqotMU/s1600-h/90186474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278965814604649602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SUKncHDw1II/AAAAAAAAAO4/9rmaeGqotMU/s320/90186474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A week from today....I will be turning 29. That's right, you heard me right, there was no mistaking what I said..........29. I will begin my last year of being in my 20's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I. Am. So. Depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cannot believe it is happening to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A famous person once said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I still feel 18 inside, but then I look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and see that I don't look 18 anymore, and I think - That is not me, what has happened!?!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Bishopette Bobbie Shoemake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That is exactly how I feel. I feel like a fraud, someone that is faking being an adult...I don't feel like one inside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have never minded getting older. In fact, I have loved my 20's - they have been great. But to think that next year I will be 30!!!!!! I &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; thought I would be here. 30 &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; seemed so &lt;strong&gt;OLD &lt;/strong&gt;- and now, here I am one year away from "old".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[A special "&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt;" to the Blue Bomber kid in our class a few weeks ago, who asked how old I was, and then without any hesitation said, "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, that is really old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" - you did not even notice my eyes welling up with tears, my heart being crushed....I know, I know, I am being dramatic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know I should just roll with it. It is just part of life. But knocking at 30's door has truly made me stop and think. Made me evaluate my life, what I have done, what I &lt;strong&gt;HAVEN'T&lt;/strong&gt; done, where I was &lt;strong&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/strong&gt; to be at this time in my life. I feel a little panicked when I think of everything I want to do before 30 is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Knowing what is ahead gives me a year to come to full acceptance of something I cannot stop or change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just bare with me if you happen to walk by me sometime this year and I am having a complete break-down, if Alzheimer's starts to set in, or if you happen to notice any white hairs on my head (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; point them out unless you are willing to comfort me as I cry&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You never know, maybe the rapture will happen next year and I will get to stay 29 forever. -LW&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/7912848762456155017-5541999738431653274?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5541999738431653274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=5541999738431653274&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/5541999738431653274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/5541999738431653274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SUKncHDw1II/AAAAAAAAAO4/9rmaeGqotMU/s72-c/90186474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-8767456532035368413</id><published>2008-12-09T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:31:55.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/ST61C1y8_yI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zE7PbGJ1FoY/s1600-h/Baby+Photos_Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277854873729957666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/ST61C1y8_yI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zE7PbGJ1FoY/s320/Baby+Photos_Page_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Photo of me and my sister when I was 10 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It felt like someone was holding our building, gave it one rough shake and let go. It was an earthquake. We have had two so far this morning that were centered 6 miles from where I work. They were 3.0 &amp;amp; 1.4 magnitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The California native that I am hates earthquakes, but would much rather have them then hurricanes, tornadoes, snowstorms, etc. You never know when they are coming (the whole "not knowing" works really good for me). While they are happening, I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; terrified, scared, heart racing, looking frantically for a doorway/desk to duck and cover (like I learned in elementary school), but an hour later my fear has been forgotten. I like it that way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I remember the Loma Prieta Earthquake in '89. I was 10 years old. At the time we were living in a mobile home in Union City. It was so strong that our mobile home moved a few feet forward (with all of us inside), and the car across the street rolled and crashed into our home. It was &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt; to say the least. We did not have a TV, so I remember going to our neighbors and watching the bridge collapse and the aftermath of chaos as a result of the earthquake. I will never forget it. -LW&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/7912848762456155017-8767456532035368413?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8767456532035368413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=8767456532035368413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/8767456532035368413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/8767456532035368413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/earthquake.html' title='Earthquake'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/ST61C1y8_yI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zE7PbGJ1FoY/s72-c/Baby+Photos_Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-3174435543978358504</id><published>2008-12-06T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:56:02.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Recap #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/STuBAydUNII/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kv8C4qYN74Q/s1600-h/DSC06878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/STuBAydUNII/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kv8C4qYN74Q/s320/DSC06878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276953238939382914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/STuAEYV_j2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/MOXTOall730/s1600-h/DSC06877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/STuAEYV_j2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/MOXTOall730/s320/DSC06877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276952201137196898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Annually we meet on the day after Thanksgiving, with Sam &amp;amp; Monica Hassas and Johannes &amp;amp; Tawni Escudero for dinner.  I think this year may be our fifth or sixth year of doing this.  I look forward to it every year.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; meeting up after a conference,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going out to eat after a youth event...just getting together for the sole purpose of having a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Usually Monica or I host it, but this year we boycotted all of the work and opted for a Maggiano's feast instead...who could resist that???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;JW and I feel so blessed to have these two couples in our lives.  They are truly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;, and we feel honored to call them &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JE, TE, SH &amp;amp; MH ~We love you guys and look forward to another 50 years of Post-Thanksgiving Dinners with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -LW &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/7912848762456155017-3174435543978358504?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3174435543978358504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=3174435543978358504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3174435543978358504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3174435543978358504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-recap-2.html' title='Thanksgiving Recap #2'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/STuBAydUNII/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kv8C4qYN74Q/s72-c/DSC06878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-8072482660869792228</id><published>2008-12-01T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:09:34.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend - Jwest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/STQOBnKuUVI/AAAAAAAAANg/-ap9waGvOTc/s1600-h/DSC06824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274856484414312786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/STQOBnKuUVI/AAAAAAAAANg/-ap9waGvOTc/s200/DSC06824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an awesome Thanksgiving Week we had. The Tuesday night before Thanksgiving, Pastor threw down. It was not your traditional "Thanksgiving" Message. It was incredible. It ended with everyone flooding the alters just so grateful for the blessing of God. It was awesome. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854301584463170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/STQMCjfiFUI/AAAAAAAAANY/SjY1lWX3ofo/s200/DSC06845.JPG" border="0" /&gt; On Thanksgiving, Leah and I did the annual Turkey Day at three locations. We started the day at my mom's house for a few hours. Then off to Leah's Parents for a bit, and then finally concluded the day at Sam and Monica's house. Leah and Monica were crazy, going shopping at the Great Mall at Midnight on Thanksgiving night. I fell asleep on Sam's Couch till 3 am when they came home from their Shopping adventure....WITH NOTHING! I am sure Leah will blog about it later. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was even better this week was that Leah began decorating for Christmas. For those of you who don't know Leah very well, she loves adding things to our home. She has an awesome sense of decor and style. She worked at Ethan Allen for a few years when we first started dating, so she has a good sense of home decor - but not at Ethan Allen prices!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is so great about Leah, is that she is constantly shopping for really neat things to make our home an even more welcome and desirable place to be. Even though I complain at times for the hours she spends at Home Goods in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gilroy&lt;/span&gt;, she does an incredible job. You all need to stop by our house in December.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday, we spent the whole day at home recuperating from a very festive Thanksgiving Thursday. Later in the evening, we met up with long time friends Johannes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tawni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Escudero&lt;/span&gt; and Sam and Monica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hassas&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maggianos&lt;/span&gt; for the annual Thanksgiving Connect. What a great time we had laughing and enjoying each other's company. We all came back to our house, and talked until 1:30 in the morning! I really appreciate the times that I am able to spend with quality friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274858195011649154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/STQPlLo6PoI/AAAAAAAAANw/iggqWQAgh-0/s200/New+York+2007_Thursday+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the season of Christmas. Believe it or not, I love the cold weather, crowded malls, packed out parking lots, and the hustle and bustle. We have spent 2 of the last 3 Christmas' in Manhattan. If I had my way, we would be there again this year. I can't wait for all the Holiday Parties, and festive things we have planned this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-8072482660869792228?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8072482660869792228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=8072482660869792228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/8072482660869792228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/8072482660869792228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-weekend-jwest.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend - Jwest'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/STQOBnKuUVI/AAAAAAAAANg/-ap9waGvOTc/s72-c/DSC06824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-4398454168756669716</id><published>2008-11-24T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T15:05:04.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SSswiuXKFgI/AAAAAAAAANI/3tOW2GZMX_w/s1600-h/DSC06554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272361161886144002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SSswiuXKFgI/AAAAAAAAANI/3tOW2GZMX_w/s200/DSC06554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those of you none DOG LOVERS.....STOP reading this post NOW. Everyone else, please continue on.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For a while now JW and I (by this I mean &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;) have been debating over whether or not to get another dog. Ollie has been an only child for four years. He is absolutely, positively, without a doubt the most spoiled dog I have ever known. He does not share toys, food, our attention, or anything else for that matter!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To make him a more rounded dog (and ease the guilt I feel over leaving him alone for hours and hours at a time) I thought a sibling would be nice.....by "sibling" I mean a fellow dog companion =) Two people at our church currently have for sale male Yorkie puppies(full breed, which is what Ollie was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUPPOSED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be). They are the absolute CUTEST things ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The pros of getting a puppy would be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Puppies are SOOOOO cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ollie would have to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ollie would not be so lonely during the day (we assume he is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The cons would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;House training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Puppies chew stuff up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;More $$$ for dog food/Vet/grooming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Puppies are hyper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We don't want to be known as "&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DOG PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;"....(you know those people...there is dog hair everywhere, it smells like dog when you walk in, and they let &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of their dogs jump/climb all over you....I shudder at the thought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To a non-dog-lover-thinker, looking at this list would answer this question for me, but still I am so torn. Ollie is (&lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt;) perfectly trained to our lifestyle. He does not require much work on my part. A puppy would change &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(on a side note....I would imagine this is how parents feel when they debate over having another child...hahaha)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What should we do? Should Ollie share the Christmas card picture this holiday season? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-4398454168756669716?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4398454168756669716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=4398454168756669716&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4398454168756669716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4398454168756669716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SSswiuXKFgI/AAAAAAAAANI/3tOW2GZMX_w/s72-c/DSC06554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-3233975941718671121</id><published>2008-11-19T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:43:44.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Early...But I am EXTREMELY Thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SSSTMk4gNpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JuQWkfhVi1w/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270499308198704786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SSSTMk4gNpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JuQWkfhVi1w/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's&lt;/strong&gt; love,&lt;strong&gt; GRACE&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JW&lt;/strong&gt; - He is the best. &lt;em&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Pastor and His Family&lt;/strong&gt; - with different circumstances that have happened in my life, the Shoemakes have really become like&lt;strong&gt; FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;. I love them very much &lt;em&gt;(and I am not just saying that because I know they read our blog..haha).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Family -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; blessed to have been raised in a great home. I have wonderful parents and my siblings are pretty cool too. I hated it while growing up, but now &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; the fact that I come from a large family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Life&lt;/strong&gt; - Though &lt;strong&gt;FAR &lt;/strong&gt;from being perfect - I have a &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; life compared to many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt; - I don't know how I could survive without my friends....I would surely drive JW &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRAZY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ollie&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;I know, I know.....many of you are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; that he is this far down the list, but in case we have fooled you into thinking differently - he is a dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living at the Church&lt;/strong&gt; - I feel so connected to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that goes on at the church. I will miss so many things if/when we move. (Westside - &lt;em&gt;UPC Cribs Video coming soon&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Job&lt;/strong&gt; - God has &lt;strong&gt;BLESSED&lt;/strong&gt; me with a great job that is flexible and gives me time to do &lt;strong&gt;MANY&lt;/strong&gt; church related things (as well as blog..hahaha). &lt;em&gt;The pay isn't bad either&lt;/em&gt; ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living in San Jose&lt;/strong&gt; - Though I dream of moving back East for a year&lt;em&gt;(just to experience the &lt;strong&gt;SEASONS&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;, I know that being a California native I would &lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt;. I am blessed to be able to live in the most beautiful city in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MILLION&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;more things that I could list, but these are just a few that have been on my mind this week.&lt;/em&gt; - LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-3233975941718671121?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3233975941718671121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=3233975941718671121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3233975941718671121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3233975941718671121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-earlybut-i-am-extremely-thankful.html' title='A Week Early...But I am EXTREMELY Thankful for...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SSSTMk4gNpI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JuQWkfhVi1w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-1576599230733821142</id><published>2008-11-17T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:08:30.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Weekend - Jwest</title><content type='html'>What an incredible weekend we just had.  It was extremely busy, but yet so worth it all.  A group of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MidSkool&lt;/span&gt; girls attended the Esther Conference in Stockton.  A Big thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kellee&lt;/span&gt;, Tina, and my awesome wife Leah for taking the young ladies.  I heard they all had an awesome time, and I'm sure Leah will blog it at a later date.  Here is a quick glimpse @ the Esther Conference in Stockton : &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269729775809292578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SSHXT5VpaSI/AAAAAAAAAME/GjazRe-n0rE/s200/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they were all @ the Conference, we took advantage of it and had an All Guys night @ the Church.  It was crazy fun - with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Airsoft&lt;/span&gt;, Basketball, Video Games, and food.  I really enjoyed connecting to our young men at this event.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269731119021915042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SSHYiFMfe6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y1npqhbIghw/s200/DSC06639.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Early Saturday morning we had a Blue Bomber Blitz.  The last few weeks our attendance has not been as high as times past, so our objective was to get out in the neighborhood and blitz it for a few extra hours.  We had a great turnout of Blue Bomber Workers as well as a few of our Sunday School Teachers.  We had 42 more kids on the Blue Bomber this week than we had last week...the extra effort payed off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269730663188496194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SSHYHjFVf0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/M2NWQcdPQa4/s200/DSC06653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was the highlight of my weekend.  We had our First &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MidSkool&lt;/span&gt; Movement Youth Service on Sunday morning.  The situation that we are having is that on any given Sunday we have approximately 70 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MidSkoolers&lt;/span&gt; @ the First Church.  We have been trying to get them to our Friday Night Venue, but for whatever reason we only get a few of them on Friday.  So, we decided to bring a Friday Night Element to Sunday Morning.  While the Children were downstairs having Super Kids Church - we packed room 9 with 70 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MidSkoolers&lt;/span&gt;.  It was incredible.  We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt; media, incredible worship led by Christian and Junia, and a great response to the  message.  At the conclusion of the message, Kids just poured into our "alter" area.  They all came with their hands raised seeking to draw closer to God.  The majority of them didn't know how to pray, what to say, or even what to do.  In the alters, it was very instructional - where I had to teach them how to pray- and open their heart to God.  I loved it. After all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Midskoolers&lt;/span&gt; left the room and the staff was downstairs, I remained in the room and just basked in the presence of God.  I rejoiced all by myself for what God had done in the lives of those that responded to his calling to draw closer to him.  I wanted to give special "props" to Christian Johnson, who labored on Saturday setting up the room and making sure it was perfected.  Christian is extremely gifted and he did an incredible job connecting to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Midskoolers&lt;/span&gt; this weekend.  Check out this quick recap: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vk3l8wYTRjM&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my brother Mark's 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. I can't believe it.  He is in his first year in College.  Mark is very involved in his church's youth ministry as well as being a dedicated volunteer for the Christmas in the Park Committee here in San Jose.  Tonight we intend to meet up with Him and my Mother @ the Cheesecake Factory to celebrate His Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-1576599230733821142?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1576599230733821142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=1576599230733821142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/1576599230733821142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/1576599230733821142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/amazing-weekend-jwest.html' title='Amazing Weekend - Jwest'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SSHXT5VpaSI/AAAAAAAAAME/GjazRe-n0rE/s72-c/DSC00291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-6497852165621930245</id><published>2008-11-09T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:50:09.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend -LW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhxT2TlwwI/AAAAAAAAALs/bs3j-GNZb5s/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267084350018929410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhxT2TlwwI/AAAAAAAAALs/bs3j-GNZb5s/s200/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; JW = Youth Connect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhxLX0SMhI/AAAAAAAAALk/aCnhQd6yZAc/s1600-h/DSC06542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267084204395606546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhxLX0SMhI/AAAAAAAAALk/aCnhQd6yZAc/s200/DSC06542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Great Couple = Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhw37fXboI/AAAAAAAAALc/6CbaOgjdrkY/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267083870374162050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhw37fXboI/AAAAAAAAALc/6CbaOgjdrkY/s200/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caramel Apples = Learning Lesson&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhwk_kLGoI/AAAAAAAAALU/H0lLdaB0jpU/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267083545050552962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhwk_kLGoI/AAAAAAAAALU/H0lLdaB0jpU/s200/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canceled Sunday School Class = Breakthrough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhv0zsSjII/AAAAAAAAALM/YEALXRMUD64/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267082717229649026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhv0zsSjII/AAAAAAAAALM/YEALXRMUD64/s200/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bake Sale = Esther Conference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhvv_ZeywI/AAAAAAAAALE/CjM62fjAYOY/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267082634472639234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhvv_ZeywI/AAAAAAAAALE/CjM62fjAYOY/s200/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Abandoned Shoes = Shout Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-6497852165621930245?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6497852165621930245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=6497852165621930245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6497852165621930245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6497852165621930245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-weekend-lw.html' title='My Weekend -LW'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRhxT2TlwwI/AAAAAAAAALs/bs3j-GNZb5s/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-2699328179262290536</id><published>2008-11-05T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:41:24.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRC - Famous Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRIupzQ6buI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4-PatA7fwV4/s1600-h/ba-marriage05_re_0499412907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265322210020191970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRIupzQ6buI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4-PatA7fwV4/s320/ba-marriage05_re_0499412907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Needed something to post this week...so here it is!  A friend found this picture online.  For the whole article go &lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/object/article?f=/c/a/2008/11/05/BA3B13UM63.DTL&amp;amp;o=0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. -LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-2699328179262290536?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2699328179262290536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=2699328179262290536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/2699328179262290536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/2699328179262290536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/trc-famous-friends.html' title='TRC - Famous Friends'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SRIupzQ6buI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4-PatA7fwV4/s72-c/ba-marriage05_re_0499412907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-4542296447147689470</id><published>2008-11-02T15:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:44:02.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legendary Blue Bomber Crew</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, my honey - Leah, wrote about her experiences with the Blue Bomber Kids - who happen to be the group of children and adults who ride our Buses on Sunday mornings.  There is alot to be said about this group of children.  Being involved has revolutionized my life.  I had never been involved in something like this, but it is amazing.  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQ47Hx0y81I/AAAAAAAAAI8/kK8If39Bqlc/s320/DSC06179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264210019262591826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just this morning, Travon, a kid from the neighborhood missed the bus, and didnt want to miss Sunday School, so he jumped on his bike to get to First Church.  The Funny thing about this was that when I saw his bike, I started bustin up cause even his bike was "pimped".  He had taken some foil and made his wheels all bling.  I had to take a picture of this.  In the near future I will introduce you to a few success stories coming out of the Blue Bomber Ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQ46KOuI30I/AAAAAAAAAI0/SFDi-VL76JI/s320/DSC06188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264208961867407170" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQ451nu1zWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N1XTmWX28pA/s320/DSC06187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264208607803985250" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to bring special attention to the Blue Bomber Crew.   This incredible team of young people / adults work so hard. They are the hardest &amp;amp; most dilligent workers at the First Church. There is so much that this crew does behind the scenes to gain the trust, respect, and affection of the kids they pick up every Sunday Morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Do midweek prayer walks &amp;amp; followup.  Then go out on Saturday mornings for 2 hours to reconnect.  Then on Sunday they are here as early as 7:30 am and leave around 1:00 pm.  They are the first to arrive and last to leave on Sunday Afternoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the dedication that these workers have for the Kingdom of God and for the children of the neighborhood.  Not all are in this picture that was taken today, but I wanted to give a glimpse of the Blue Bomber Crew to those following the Westside Story.  These individuals inspire me.  They are truly world changers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-4542296447147689470?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4542296447147689470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=4542296447147689470&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4542296447147689470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4542296447147689470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/legendary-blue-bomber-crew.html' title='The Legendary Blue Bomber Crew'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQ47Hx0y81I/AAAAAAAAAI8/kK8If39Bqlc/s72-c/DSC06179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-2597945372919302255</id><published>2008-11-01T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:18:50.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Harvest from "Horse" Ollie &amp; his Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQwCoknADWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hy5HiOtjGwE/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQwCoknADWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hy5HiOtjGwE/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263584960534547810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-2597945372919302255?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2597945372919302255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=2597945372919302255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/2597945372919302255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/2597945372919302255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-harvest-from-horse-ollie-his.html' title='Happy Harvest from &quot;Horse&quot; Ollie &amp; his Cowboy'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQwCoknADWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hy5HiOtjGwE/s72-c/DSC00070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-6334979712475160103</id><published>2008-10-29T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:34:03.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Things I Love About JW - (in no specific order)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQij7bc3hOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SMXLQcrzA6Q/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+Sat+Am+0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262636405958870242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQij7bc3hOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SMXLQcrzA6Q/s320/Las+Vegas+Sat+Am+0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love it when he makes himself &lt;strong&gt;LAUGH&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;usually I wind up laughing at &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt; laughing at himself, and not at the reason he is laughing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love it that he thinks that &lt;strong&gt;OLLIE&lt;/strong&gt; is the &lt;strong&gt;CUTEST DOG&lt;/strong&gt; in the world....&lt;em&gt;even though I know he really isn't&lt;/em&gt;. This gives me hope that someday he will love our kid's no matter what they wind up looking like..lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love that he lets me buy things for myself, and &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; complains about the cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love the fact that he was the first guy &lt;strong&gt;I EVER&lt;/strong&gt; went out on a &lt;strong&gt;DATE&lt;/strong&gt; with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love it that he let's me be a &lt;strong&gt;BOOKWORM...&lt;/strong&gt;he never complains when I choose reading over cooking, cleaning or laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love that he is &lt;strong&gt;REAL - w&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hat you see is what you get.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love that he &lt;strong&gt;LOVES&lt;/strong&gt; people. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; loves people and sincerely cares about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love it that he often makes me &lt;strong&gt;LAUGH&lt;/strong&gt; until I &lt;strong&gt;CRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love that he likes to &lt;strong&gt;HAVE FUN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love it when he tries to &lt;strong&gt;SING&lt;/strong&gt; a song that he does &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; know the words to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love listening to him answer phone calls from telemarketers, &lt;em&gt;the accents he uses are&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HILARIOUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"......I was without JW for 4 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I missed him. -LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7912848762456155017-6334979712475160103?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6334979712475160103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=6334979712475160103&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6334979712475160103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/6334979712475160103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-things-i-love-about-jw-in-no.html' title='Random Things I Love About JW - (in no specific order)'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQij7bc3hOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SMXLQcrzA6Q/s72-c/Las+Vegas+Sat+Am+0421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-7124789455849508965</id><published>2008-10-24T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T10:34:27.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United Way/Sacred Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQIFQCJI4wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bWp0j0uRTtI/s1600-h/jump1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260773087733408514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQIFQCJI4wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bWp0j0uRTtI/s320/jump1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As part of the United Way campaign, I was privileged to volunteer at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shcstheheart.org/flash.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sacred Heart Community Center &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yesterday. The thing that I love the most about working for Johnson &amp;amp; Johnson is their commitment to improving their world. There are a number of volunteer opportunities offered throughout the year. A few that I have been a part of are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Family Giving Tree - wrapping/sorting Christmas gifts for children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tour De Cure - Bike ride to raise money for a cure for diabetes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;United Way/Senior Center - played games/entertained seniors for an afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Second Harvest Food Bank - Food sorting and coordinating a food drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After yesterday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shcstheheart.org/flash.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sacred Heart Community Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; has my vote as the #1 community program in San Jose. No more will I give &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any donations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to any other center (i.e. Goodwill, Savers, Salvation Army). All services offered by Sacred Heart are &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While there I was placed to work in the Clothes Closet. I saw everything from:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cars dropping off donations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;items being sorted (the qualifications being -don't keep anything you wouldn't wear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;clothes being hung on hangers (this was my job)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then being put out on display &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and then being taken by "customers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I literally would go through the bins to try and find the "good stuff" to put out, and in a matter of minutes they would be gone. My eyes watered a number of times (&lt;em&gt;I know....I know....those of you that think I am insensitive are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/strong&gt;), when the kids would come in and get all excited over a used Spiderman tshirt, or a man asked me if there were any dockers in the bins for him to wear to work, also by watching the disabled man in a wheelchair take tshirts that looked like they had seen better days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The saddest part of the day (&lt;em&gt;I must admit that a tear fell over this one&lt;/em&gt;) happened on the food side of the center. A mother and her baby walked up to the counter asking for formula. The center had given away all that they had, so the mother then went to the water fountain and filled the baby's bottle with water. To think that for however long, until the mother could get formula, the baby would be drinking water.....this broke my heart. I wanted to track her down, find her, take her to the store, get her whatever she needed for her baby. I am sure that if I was working on the food side when it happened I would have totally broken down. I know that there are situations like this all of the time, but for it to be right in front of you, and for you to have the ability to change it.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I went home last night I talked with JW about the center. I really want to have our young people volunteer here before the end of the year and am looking at when/what we can do. My hubby has &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to feed the hungry on Thanksgiving Day so maybe this is the year for us to &lt;strong&gt;GIVE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once again I feel overwhelmed with all that God has blessed me with. We don't have much, but I am so very, very thankful for it. -LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-7124789455849508965?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7124789455849508965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=7124789455849508965&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7124789455849508965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7124789455849508965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/united-waysacred-heart.html' title='United Way/Sacred Heart'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SQIFQCJI4wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bWp0j0uRTtI/s72-c/jump1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-3985762161181061742</id><published>2008-10-20T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:17:24.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Harvest Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SP1hnke6GsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6-Ee3T1siJM/s1600-h/DSC05997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259467272274713282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SP1hnke6GsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6-Ee3T1siJM/s320/DSC05997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SP1gMELAyWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dstOwgOVwmg/s1600-h/DSC05863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259465700233234786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SP1gMELAyWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dstOwgOVwmg/s320/DSC05863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Youth Ministry's &lt;strong&gt;Wild West Harvest Party&lt;/strong&gt; was Friday night. We had an awesome time with everyone coming dressed in Cowboy hats, plaid shirts, and cowboy boots. We Did a Mystery Scavenger Hunt @ Valley Fair mall. Imagine this - 65 young people running through the mall with only 30 minutes to take as many group pictures as they possibly can all over one of the biggest malls in the bay area. To say the least, security was called and wound up chasing our young people through the mall. The youth jumped onto the bus - and we were out of there. We rallied back at the Church and had an incredible meal provided by Leah, Sis. Tasha Shoemake, Kellee, and Tina. They continued the "western" theme with a menu of bbq'd chicken, homemade macaroni and cheese, chili, Frito boats, garlic bread - and topped it all off with root beer floats for dessert. The Youth spent the conclusion of the evening playing interactive games and connecting. One of the interactive games that was fun was called "Two Word". This game involves 2 people staring into each others face - and the goal is to only say two words to make the other person laugh. Crazy, crazy games. A lot of laughs to say the least. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of those youth ministers that think they have to have a huge budget to put on a successful evening - you must learn to improvise. We needed a back drop that could be used for a stage as well as a picture op, so we got some old Pallets, painted them brown, and zipped tied them together to make a cool looking backdrop. We then put "&lt;strong&gt;WANTED&lt;/strong&gt;" posters (which I made) all over it to make it look like a wall. Part of the challenge / fun of working in youth ministry is attempting to be as creative as possible, with limited resources. &lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/strong&gt;, If anyone is reading this and would like to contribute some money to our youth ministry.....we will not deny you your blessing. - JW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the Recap from Friday Night: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urotAl4zxaU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&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/7912848762456155017-3985762161181061742?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3985762161181061742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=3985762161181061742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3985762161181061742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3985762161181061742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-harvest-party.html' title='What a Harvest Party!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SP1hnke6GsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6-Ee3T1siJM/s72-c/DSC05997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-60817730436100979</id><published>2008-10-15T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:23:14.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild West Youth Party Preparation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPYhzpo-hWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IsHjovcjZoU/s1600-h/Jo-Jo-Wanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257426786236400994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPYhzpo-hWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IsHjovcjZoU/s320/Jo-Jo-Wanted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday night is our Youth Ministry's Harvest Party. The Theme is - &lt;strong&gt;The Wild West&lt;/strong&gt;. A lot of preparation is going into this night. We will definitely post pictures after the event. I had a great time taking pictures of some of the young people last night after service. We are making "&lt;strong&gt;WANTED&lt;/strong&gt;" posters to be hung up around the Fellowship hall as decor. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By using the "&lt;strong&gt;WANTED&lt;/strong&gt;" Posters, I am hoping to relay an additional message to the young people that they are "&lt;strong&gt;WANTED&lt;/strong&gt;" by God and by the church.  November will be a month that we launch the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WANTED"&lt;/span&gt; Campaign.  In a day and society that young people are in search for identity, acceptance, and to be loved....the CHURCH extends the hands to those in pursuit.  For they are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WANTED"&lt;/span&gt;.  No young person left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any ideas or thoughts on some wacky wild west games, please feel free to send them our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a sneak peak at JoJo's wanted poster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-60817730436100979?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/60817730436100979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=60817730436100979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/60817730436100979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/60817730436100979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/wild-west-youth-party-preparation.html' title='Wild West Youth Party Preparation...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPYhzpo-hWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IsHjovcjZoU/s72-c/Jo-Jo-Wanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-3495014832458956930</id><published>2008-10-15T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:59:27.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPYd0VtwgrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aKMv1OfXM4s/s1600-h/DSC05846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257422400021103282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPYd0VtwgrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aKMv1OfXM4s/s320/DSC05846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been reading a blog about a couple that have eliminated their debt using the &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dave Ramsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; method. Though I am not yet completely sold on him, I must admit that the debt free living part sure sounds good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The thing that I don't like about all of these "get out of debt" programs, is.........the lack of spending. No more can you run to the store and pick up a little something - "just because". Gone are the days of "must have" shoes, or clothes - I don't know if I could actually live like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I once read in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that there are two things you can do to get out of debt: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cut Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Make More Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am not really a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cut Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kinda girl, so therefore my only other option would be to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make More Money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That being said.....I am having a yard sale. Actually it should be called an apartment sale (since we do not have a yard). A couple weeks ago I finally finished my spring cleaning, and decided to get rid of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I have not used in the last year: home decor, accessories, purses, shoes, dishes, clothes, clothes and clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have finally come to my limit of having &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STUFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am tired of digging looking for something I vaguely remember having. I am done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am sure you will still find me on the clearance aisles of my favorite spots: Marshall's, TJ Maxx, Home Goods, Macy's, Nordstrom Rack, Target. But, I can guarantee that from now on I will be a wiser shopper (as I recall all the hours it took me to clean out 7 years worth of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUFF&lt;/strong&gt; that I just&lt;strong&gt; HAD TO HAVE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you are in the area feel free to stop by and pick up a few things for yourself- you deserve it. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~picture was taken of me and Ollie after church last night, doesn't he look so cute with his new haircut!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-3495014832458956930?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3495014832458956930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=3495014832458956930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3495014832458956930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3495014832458956930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPYd0VtwgrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aKMv1OfXM4s/s72-c/DSC05846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-3498431934319716352</id><published>2008-10-13T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:41:15.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum to: Sunday School Class Part I - Bus Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday I had to confiscate a blue bandanna that one of the bus girls had been flashing to the other girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was dying laughing inside, while I was sternly telling her to "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hand over her rag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", thinking of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being in this situation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All in all it was one of the best classes we have had in a while.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Later this week I plan to finish this post with the aspect of the church girls that are in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Until next time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-3498431934319716352?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3498431934319716352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=3498431934319716352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3498431934319716352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3498431934319716352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/addendum-to-sunday-school-class-part-i.html' title='Addendum to: Sunday School Class Part I - Bus Kids'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-2869259401648021615</id><published>2008-10-11T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:25:50.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPFfnaKoWkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wxVD0B-9T3c/s1600-h/DSC05726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPFfnaKoWkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wxVD0B-9T3c/s320/DSC05726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256087370761525826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPFexkUK2dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EWZABAyNFxg/s1600-h/DSC05689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPFexkUK2dI/AAAAAAAAAGY/EWZABAyNFxg/s320/DSC05689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256086445772954066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night is our Youth Ministry Night. It is our goal to have a variety of events / activities in our department that would be fun, challenging, and desirous to attend.  Its the end of a school week, and our mission is for young people to feel up to the challenge to go to youth night rather than go home and go to sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was our MidSkool Movement / HiSkool Revolution Break out Night.  Luis Abbott along with Christian Johnson are developing into some awesome leaders.  They are helping coordinate this huge group within our youth ministry. On Sunday Mornings, we have well over 60 Middle School youth.  The last few days they have strategized, decorated, and studied for a big launch on Friday Night.  Room 9, which is shared with 20 different ministries was the location of the MidSkool Movement last night.  I was unable to be upstairs during their Session, but I heard they did an awesome job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night the subject being discussed in both break out sessions was that of GRACE - and how it applies to a teenage life.  It was amazing discussing the topic of Grace, and understanding that Christ Loves us Unconditionally and that it is the unmerited favor of God.  I think it is a subject that not a lot of apostolic young people fully grasp.  That it is through the Grace of God that we obtain MERCY.   As I began to share with the High School and Young Adults Session, I was excited to see the attention of first time visitors so tuned in.  It was awesome.  When a unchurched youth hears that there is a God that loves them and cares for them - while they are sinners, its great to see their eyes light up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I met with the Blue Bomber Crew in the Prayer Room and we had an incredible prayer time.  God refreshed and renewed our Bus Team.  I am astounded every week how tenacious our Crew is to reach unchurched kids.  It is very inspiring.  At times they motivate me, just by their continual dedication to their ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for tonight.  Sunday Mornings always come quickly. - JW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-2869259401648021615?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2869259401648021615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=2869259401648021615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/2869259401648021615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/2869259401648021615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-night.html' title='What a Night!'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SPFfnaKoWkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wxVD0B-9T3c/s72-c/DSC05726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-1481712844627574147</id><published>2008-10-09T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:28:51.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday School Class Part I - Bus Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SO5pZZJro0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aaSKmfciufE/s1600-h/DSC04832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SO5pZZJro0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aaSKmfciufE/s320/DSC04832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255253700157088578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SO5oJfgnA6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/7Kb3H19v6Ds/s1600-h/DSC04833.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SO5nASbllEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kKQ7m6rsZlw/s1600-h/DSC05444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SO5nASbllEI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kKQ7m6rsZlw/s320/DSC05444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255251069833155650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I thought I would post about my Sunday School class. A little background (for those of you that do not know):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The class is for Teen Girls grades 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We average 30 girls every week (about half are church girls, and half from our bus ministry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I assist our Pastor's wife, Sis Tasha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shoemake&lt;/span&gt;, in teaching this class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you know anything about our church, then you are aware of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE BOMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I cannot begin to tell you how our bus ministry has revolutionized&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been raised in the church my entire life. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have I had to deal with the following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14 year old girls getting pregnant (and wanting to keep the baby because "&lt;em&gt;they will get a check for it every month&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;talking girls out of fighting (I have to admit this one is more due to the fact that I would not want to get hurt trying to break one up..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;taking class pictures and having to tell girls to "&lt;em&gt;Please put down the gang signs&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;trying to convince girl's that at the age of 12 they &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NOT IN LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lack of work ethic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lack of respect/disobedience to teachers/authority (I have the &lt;strong&gt;UTMOST&lt;/strong&gt; respect for the teachers that have these kids Monday-Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The hardest thing for me is trying to relate to these girl's - because I can't. I don't know how they feel, I can't relate to the things they deal with, I never have felt the pressure's that they feel. For the first time I feel bad that I have always had parent's who I knew loved me, wanted me, made me feel good about myself, and who are still married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lately this has been my struggle. I want so badly to know what to tell them, to help them, to change them, to want them to be better people, to want them to live for God....but I don't know how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hope that it does not seem like I am complaining, I love working with these kids. I find it challenging and it is continually taking me out of my comfort zone (which I need to get out of anyways). If I had to change something it wouldn't be a bus kid or the way they act, it would be me - &lt;em&gt;that God would help &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; to be what they need&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bus Ministry has impacted my life. It has changed my view of people. It has changed my view of life. It has helped me want to give to those less fortunate - not just for the sake of giving, but because I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the less fortunate. It has given me more love for people. It has made me appreciate &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;a little more. It has made me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;want to make a difference&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my world, my neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am a better person because of it -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-1481712844627574147?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1481712844627574147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=1481712844627574147&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/1481712844627574147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/1481712844627574147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-school-class-part-i-bus-kids.html' title='Sunday School Class Part I - Bus Kids'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SO5pZZJro0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aaSKmfciufE/s72-c/DSC04832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-9110495210506237224</id><published>2008-10-07T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:02:19.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Monday Evening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOt54BxMHaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xEsY9ydqqCs/s1600-h/DSC04787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOt54BxMHaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xEsY9ydqqCs/s320/DSC04787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254427393712201122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of the multiple purposes a youth minister serves to a local church on Monday Evening. Not only is a youth minister expected to connect, motivate, encourage, and entertain at times.  There are times when a Youth Minister becomes so much more.  I am renewed in my role after Monday Night.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am unable to go into details, but I thank the Lord I was able to connect to a young person that really needed someone.  Often times we get so caught up with programs, activities, making sure everything goes just right - that we miss what its all about - and that is simply being able to not only connect, but to build solid relationships with young people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am anticipating a great week ahead.  This Friday Night is our MidSkool Movement and our HiSkool Revolution Break out Sessions.  The Theme of this Friday night is "Grace - and how it applies to my life."  So often times we expect our young people to know what the Grace of God is.  I really believe the subject of Grace is what our generation needs to fully understand and grasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am about to enjoy a cup of coffee and spend some time chillin with Ollie. - JW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-9110495210506237224?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/9110495210506237224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=9110495210506237224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/9110495210506237224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/9110495210506237224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/interesting-monday-evening.html' title='Interesting Monday Evening...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOt54BxMHaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xEsY9ydqqCs/s72-c/DSC04787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-4286990369602839616</id><published>2008-10-04T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:07:38.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Maximum Velocity thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOhUL9r2KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ecquJWw69bM/s1600-h/DSC05588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253541529841445666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOhUL9r2KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ecquJWw69bM/s320/DSC05588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highly anticipated Maximum Velocity Youth Conference has come and gone.  It was absolutely an incredible 24 hours.  On Friday night, there were well over 1,100 people and on Saturday around 350.  The worship of the young people and the power of God that swept through the alters was just highlights in themselves.  But when you add the ingredient of great fellowship and friendships...it makes the weekend perfect.  Leah and I were able to spend time this weekend with some great friends.  As I previously stated I really enjoy the friendships that I have with other youth pastors and ministers from other churches.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253540049367353794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOhS1yfUScI/AAAAAAAAAFM/tVEN-uAi_Ps/s320/DSC05613.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253539373836490098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOhSOd8NVXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JoZGgsTn2Y0/s320/DSC05597.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PskEJThPR5w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PskEJThPR5w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more time goes by, and the older I get - the more I value quality friendships.  I was able to hang out with Steve Caballero, Stephen Barker, Eli Lopez, Brandon Miraflor, Brad Allard, Chris Salyards and just a ton of incredible dudes.  What I love about all these guys is that the common thread between all of them is that they are so "in love with Jesus".  I know it sounds cheesy, but its the truth.  I watch how these men in their respected cities and churches turn their worlds upside down, but then are able to come together on a district level and work towards a common goal of impacting the lives of young people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very interesting on Saturday Night, we went to the Cheesecake Factory with Jesse &amp;amp; Angela Pinero, Matt &amp;amp; Danelle Silviera, Adam &amp;amp; Misti Wiley, and Marisa Luke.  I had a great time.  Matt Siliviera was sharing some interesting famous "boo boos" of his beloved.  We spent a few hours there hanging out and enjoying a really fun conversation.  Maybe others will blog about it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a big day tomorrow with the Blue Bomber Crew.  It is Super Kids Church Sunday.  I always look forward to those days. James Wang and Kevin Theobald do an awesome job with the 200 plus kids that will be in the Youth Center.  I will blog on Monday about the results of Super Kids Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-JW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-4286990369602839616?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4286990369602839616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=4286990369602839616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4286990369602839616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4286990369602839616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-maximum-velocity-thoughts.html' title='Post Maximum Velocity thoughts..'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOhUL9r2KyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ecquJWw69bM/s72-c/DSC05588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-7365723066638437117</id><published>2008-10-02T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:55:54.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOWzczxcIHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fqJ4jaY3eKM/s1600-h/MV08_MEDIUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252801847912833138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOWzczxcIHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fqJ4jaY3eKM/s320/MV08_MEDIUM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent the last 3 hours in a Sunday School Meeting with some incredible people. They are the leaders of the Blue Bomber Crew and the Management team of the First Church Sunday School. We were discussing a possible solution to facilitate ongoing growth in our classes. As I sat there and listened to each individual speak, the more I really understood the concept of communication. It is so important if the team is going to be successful or progressive. &lt;div&gt;Even though, I may not have agreed with every perspective that was being given, I still respect that the form of communication was in progress. It helps me understands how and what a person is thinking or feeling. It is my goal to be communicative with the people I work with. From Volunteers to even friends. The concept of communication in our walk with God is even so crucial. Just my random thoughts for the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maximum Velocity is tomorrow night. I am looking forward to Tirso and Rachel Gonzalez of Sanger staying with us. I am anticipating seeing friends from all over Norcal. Connecting to friends is always a highlight at conferences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm gonna rock a crazy pocket square @ Maximum Velocity. Wayne Francis Style - JW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-7365723066638437117?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7365723066638437117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=7365723066638437117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7365723066638437117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7365723066638437117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOWzczxcIHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fqJ4jaY3eKM/s72-c/MV08_MEDIUM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-7282471885412569626</id><published>2008-10-02T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:47:28.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged (Thank you Monica) -LW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOUzWoD61wI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MQK187hkpSY/s1600-h/3closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252661004201547522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOUzWoD61wI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MQK187hkpSY/s320/3closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6 unspectacular things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have three brothers and one sister&lt;br /&gt;2. My family has always had reptiles as pets (snakes, lizards, tortoise's- to name a few)&lt;br /&gt;3. I can read an entire book in one sitting....if it is good&lt;br /&gt;4. My very first date with my husband was when I was 15 years old&lt;br /&gt;5. I worked at Ethan Allen for six years...thus began my furniture fetish&lt;br /&gt;6. My sister and I share the same middle name....Renay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to break the rules, and not tag anyone.&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/7912848762456155017-7282471885412569626?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7282471885412569626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=7282471885412569626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7282471885412569626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/7282471885412569626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged-thank-you-monica-lw.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged (Thank you Monica) -LW'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOUzWoD61wI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MQK187hkpSY/s72-c/3closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-474377376564043757</id><published>2008-09-29T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:56:34.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEkWivZ4XI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wBxR6b4n1rk/s1600-h/DSC05395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251518610192064882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEkWivZ4XI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wBxR6b4n1rk/s320/DSC05395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This has to have been one of the nicest weekends I have had in a very long time. It had all the makings of being perfect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was able to fellowship with other young married couples (a rare treat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I learned to cook something new (I am enjoying this more and more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I read a good book (Anne of Green Gables..don't you just love Gilbert...sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I went to dinner with a girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and last but not least, spent some quality time with my hubby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday night after work I met one of my dearest friends for dinner, we went to PF Chang's. I do not have very many close friends -the saying "quality not quantity" totally applies to me in this area. I really appreciate the few that I feel I can be 100% real, 100% transparent with. Rev. KH- "Thank you for letting me be me, and not holding it against me..lol".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday Ollie woke me up at our standard time of 6am for his potty break(don't you just love apartment living?). After that I was up so decided to give him a bath - I think this traumatized him a little since he was barely awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEiOWcVeVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qv0LGD6gWSc/s1600-h/DSC05377.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251516270428649810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEiOWcVeVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qv0LGD6gWSc/s320/DSC05377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday night's dinner was a success. Everything somehow just turned out....somehow..lol. I wound up making only the Brisket and Latkes (potato and vegetable) and purchased the Challah bread- I was able to find a grocery store close by that had 3 aisles of Kosher foods. There was such a wide selection of food at the dinner. The best &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dish that I tried was called Pupusas. For those of you that do not know, this is a dish from El Salvador. Carlos and Ruth Zamora brought them, and they were &lt;strong&gt;DELICIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday was busy. In my Sunday School class we had around 28 girls. I LOVE spending Sunday mornings with my class - they are such a great group of girls (SS class post to follow soon)! The weekend ended with an &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt; evening service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am usually &lt;strong&gt;EXHAUSTED&lt;/strong&gt; on Monday's. Today is different though. I feel ready to face the week. We are hosting Maximum Velocity this week. I am looking forward to seeing many friends I have not seen in a while. If you are in the area, make sure and stop by. - LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-474377376564043757?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/474377376564043757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=474377376564043757&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/474377376564043757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/474377376564043757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-update-2.html' title='Weekend Update #2'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEkWivZ4XI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wBxR6b4n1rk/s72-c/DSC05395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-4151556017318288324</id><published>2008-09-29T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:20:47.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEMhNeKGiI/AAAAAAAAADc/c0qddPZArZk/s1600-h/DSC05372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEMhNeKGiI/AAAAAAAAADc/c0qddPZArZk/s320/DSC05372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251492405182077474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEMhsldVjI/AAAAAAAAADk/600jEmIjnfo/s1600-h/DSC05375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEMhsldVjI/AAAAAAAAADk/600jEmIjnfo/s320/DSC05375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251492413534197298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEKOYJ3-gI/AAAAAAAAADM/LysLYNBZPAI/s1600-h/DSC05366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEKOYJ3-gI/AAAAAAAAADM/LysLYNBZPAI/s320/DSC05366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251489882609023490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEKOg560FI/AAAAAAAAADU/j18-0NGwUws/s1600-h/DSC05370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEKOg560FI/AAAAAAAAADU/j18-0NGwUws/s320/DSC05370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251489884958019666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend begin with a 3 hour trip to Elk Grove to preach for the Rock Group.  We had an awesome service.  There were about 120 young people. It is always a great opportunity to be with a great youth group with one of my best friends Johannes.  When Leah and I go to Elk Grove, we usually stay with Johannes, Tawni, and little Rori.  We stayed up late on Friday night talking about youth ministry, life, and future.  I always value those conversations.  We woke up the next morning and went to Sargent's Coffee.  What a great place.  Enjoyed an awesome Cinnamon Roll and a white mocha.  Let me just tell you that little Rori loves coffee.  She was posted up @ Sargent's coffee with her iced coffee and elmo stuffed animal.  She is quite the cutie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to throw in that one of the best parts of my 24 hour road trip was the time I was able to spend with Jordan Holston.  Jordan is one of the most solid young men of Revivalution Youth Ministry.  He has been consistently living for God all his life.  He is our Music Coordinator for the Revivalution Real Time.  He has some good friends in the The Rock Church, so when he found out I was going there, he came along for the ride.  We had a blast talking about music &amp;amp; funny stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived back in San Jose in the afternoon - just in time for me to tag in with our Blue Bomber Crew that had a very successful morning reaching into the neighborhood.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that evening we attended the Young Married's Ethnic Dinner - organized by Sam and Monica Hassas.  Leah will blog about it later...but let me say that there were some crazy looking dishes.  People were supposed to come dressed in their cultural wear, however Sam and Monica were the only ones that did it.  But Sam definitely came through [ See Pic above ].  I stayed true to my Caucasian side and feasted on the fried chicken brought by Brian and Genia Wood and also ate my wife's homemade Jewish Dishes.  It is a little bit of pride that overtakes me - that when my wife brings a homemade dish to potlucks or dinners, that her dishes are always a hit.  Leah is an incredible cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Bomber update&lt;/span&gt; - We had a wild Sunday morning to say the least, but the end result was we had 182 on the Blue Bomber this weekend.  It's amazing that within 5 months we have doubled our number.  It is our goal to have a consistent 200 on the Bomber by December of this year.  There are many wonderful kids that ride the bomber.  I wish time and place would allow me to share all the great stories.  Maybe I will blog it in the near future. - JW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-4151556017318288324?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4151556017318288324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=4151556017318288324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4151556017318288324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4151556017318288324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend.'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SOEMhNeKGiI/AAAAAAAAADc/c0qddPZArZk/s72-c/DSC05372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-3329646622066141533</id><published>2008-09-26T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T10:52:28.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Sacramento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SN0hU3qxxrI/AAAAAAAAADE/Cm4UtQf2hhU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SN0hU3qxxrI/AAAAAAAAADE/Cm4UtQf2hhU/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250389383008339634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up extra early this morning to run Pastor to the Oakland Airport.  He is flying out to attend the Justin Jones Memorial Service in Houston this weekend.  As I sat in Bay Area traffic this morning, it donned on me how big the Bay Area really is.  It's amazing.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way back from Oakland, I begin to think about my trip to the Rock Church in Elk Grove tonight.  I will be ministering to the ROCK GROUP pastored by my good buddy Johannes Escudero.  There are a few things that the Lord has layed on my heart the past few days, so we will see how it all turns out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been going consistently every Friday Night here at the local Revivalution Youth Ministry, that I gave the young people the night off.  October is going to be crazy busy with a lot of exciting things taking place here.  One of the events is  Maximum Velocity next weekend. Bro Tim Zuniga is going to be preaching, and there are just some preachers you can just sit and listen to for a while...he is one of them.  He is probably one of the most relative Preachers to young people that is out there today.  He is in the ranks of Scott Graham, Calvin Jean, &amp;amp; Wayne Francis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope to spend some time with Bro Zuniga.  When I first became a Youth minister in 1998, I remember looking for him at various conferences and camps.  I would find him and pull him to the side, and pick his brain for as long as I could.  Midnight Madness Lock In, of which we celebrated our 10th year this year, was semi modeled after a youth conference Bro Zuniga started in Chula Vista entitled "Live the Life".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a youth minister reading this , and you are in driving distance to San Jose on October 3rd -4th, you owe it to yourself to come over and expose your young people to his ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep me in your prayers tonight. - JW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-3329646622066141533?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3329646622066141533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=3329646622066141533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3329646622066141533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/3329646622066141533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/09/off-to-sacramento.html' title='Off to Sacramento'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SN0hU3qxxrI/AAAAAAAAADE/Cm4UtQf2hhU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-5652977324288293040</id><published>2008-09-25T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:31:33.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is The Weekend Almost Here???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I live every week to get to the weekend. Even though our weekends are always busy, I love the thought of not getting up and having to go to work. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but there is nothing like knowing that I get a few days away from the daily grind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This weekend I get to have Friday night off. I know to many of you that is normal, but when you are used to getting off work and then usually doing some sort of work at various youth events this is a rare treat. My husband will be preaching at the Rock Church's youth night. He is leaving before I can get off of work, therefore I get a night all to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What to do....what to do...Do I stay home and rest? Do I clean house? Do I spend time with my parents? Do I go shopping? Do I read a good book? Do I go visit a friend who had a baby almost two months ago -who I have yet to visit? Do I try to meet two of my girlfriends for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday we have a young marrieds event at our church. It is an ethnic night - you are supposed to bring a few dishes that reflect your ethnic background. For those of you that do not know I am Jewish and Mexican. If I was to take the easy route I would bring a Mexican dish (but I am sure there will be a &lt;strong&gt;TON&lt;/strong&gt; of these at the dinner). I have opted to bring a few Jewish dishes. One minor problem is that &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE NEVER MADE ANY JEWISH DISH BEFORE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday morning I will be attempting to make the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Latkes (a.k.a potato pancakes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Brisket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shabbat Challah (a Jewish bread)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Please pray for me as I embark on this endeavor :-). I will try and post afterwards to let you know how it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hope all of you in blog land have a wonderful weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Until next time...-LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-5652977324288293040?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5652977324288293040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=5652977324288293040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/5652977324288293040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/5652977324288293040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-weekend-almost-here.html' title='Is The Weekend Almost Here???'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-4938039316859846187</id><published>2008-09-24T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:39:57.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Acts 29 Youth Ministry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNs1yNn-nwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uU_IZeIHQOc/s1600-h/DSC05343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249848927397519106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNs1yNn-nwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uU_IZeIHQOc/s320/DSC05343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a youth pastor deep in the trenches of youth ministry, I always find it fun visiting other youth ministries.  I don't know, even online, I am always checking out and researching other youth websites.  Tonight we took a trip to Stockton - Christian Life Center where Brandon Miraflor is the Youth Pastor of Acts 29 Youth Ministry.  Tim, Luis, and I arrived in Stockton early enough to eat at some hole in the wall mexican place called Cancun.  I remember when I was in Bible College it was the cheapest mexican restaurant in town.  We enjoyed the food and conversation - and then made our way to the ever famous 9025 N. West Lane.  Acts 29 conducts their High School service in the Gym and the Middle School Ministry occupies one of the Rooms in the KCJH Radio building.  It was an awesome experience.  The structure, creativity, and communication of the youth ministry staff is impressive.  We definitely took alot of notes, and were able to pick the brain of Middle School Youth Pastor Tim Ramonette.  I also got a chance to hang with Brandon Miraflor.  He taught a great lesson on " The Keys to the Kingdom - beyond Acts 2:38".  There was a time of prayer after the lesson. We had a pretty enjoyable car conversation on the way home discussing the good ole' days of NBA Slam Dunks.  Tonight was a worthwhile experience, because not only was I able to see an incredible youth ministry in motion, but I was able to spend time with some cool young men from our church.  - JW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-4938039316859846187?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4938039316859846187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=4938039316859846187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4938039316859846187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/4938039316859846187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/09/visit-to-acts-29-youth-ministry.html' title='Visit to Acts 29 Youth Ministry'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNs1yNn-nwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uU_IZeIHQOc/s72-c/DSC05343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7912848762456155017.post-638950830995230644</id><published>2008-09-23T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:07:44.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have entered the world of Blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlyZ5r1oAI/AAAAAAAAABc/r3IzGk5sFcY/s1600-h/Las+Vegas+Sat+Am+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249352629984010242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlyZ5r1oAI/AAAAAAAAABc/r3IzGk5sFcY/s320/Las+Vegas+Sat+Am+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is finally official. The West Family consisting of Jason, Leah, &amp;amp; Ollie have entered the bloggesphere. Please be patient with us as we become adjusted to this new system in our lives. We are glad that you will join with us in THE WESTSIDE STORY -JW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I cannot believe we started a blog! Everytime I have been told (by Monica) that I need one my response has been ~ "I won't start one unless I update it on a regular basis and I really don't have a lot of exciting things to blog about (maybe I should rephrase that to "exciting things that I CAN blog about"..lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyways, here we are....I hope that we will not disappoint you and will keep you entertained and updated on what is going on in our lives. ~LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7912848762456155017-638950830995230644?l=thewestsidestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/feeds/638950830995230644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7912848762456155017&amp;postID=638950830995230644&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/638950830995230644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7912848762456155017/posts/default/638950830995230644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewestsidestories.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-have-entered-world-of-blogging.html' title='We have entered the world of Blogging...'/><author><name>Jason &amp;amp; Leah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617472139250922480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlpzD6lFGI/AAAAAAAAABE/8xS9lxsB13U/S220/P0130687_0000005E002T.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqGtPMIHZvU/SNlyZ5r1oAI/AAAAAAAAABc/r3IzGk5sFcY/s72-c/Las+Vegas+Sat+Am+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
