<?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-1955371634473227877</id><updated>2011-12-30T12:30:49.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Chicago to Nashville</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of a one Erin M Lee</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-7018703854446027696</id><published>2011-02-02T23:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:27:59.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Sites</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired of the limited ability I have with Blogger. I use WordPress for work and it just makes more sense. From now on you can view my ramblings here http://fromchicagotonashville.wordpress.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/7018703854446027696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=7018703854446027696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/7018703854446027696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/7018703854446027696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2011/02/changing-sites.html' title='Changing Sites'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-1977426707034271611</id><published>2011-01-27T22:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:36:44.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm Reading Again...</title><summary type='text'>         p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px}    I used to blog all the time. I used to read all the time. They are directly related. So I'm reading again, and that means I might be blogging again. So I'm sorry and your welcome. You can choose what one you fall under. Side note I'm writing on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/1977426707034271611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=1977426707034271611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1977426707034271611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1977426707034271611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-im-reading-again.html' title='So I&apos;m Reading Again...'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/TUJHo70pVZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/SfGiZqTkjJs/s72-c/michelangelo_jeremiah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-3269053753885725631</id><published>2010-12-23T23:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:14:36.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Grown Up</title><summary type='text'>I guess technically I've been a grown up for a long time now, but it hasn't been until the last couple years that I've honestly felt somewhat like one. There's nothing like driving home for Christmas to Chicago by myself that makes me feel more like a big kid. Well at least nothing as enjoyable. Every other big kid duty involves me writing checks to corporations.Yesterday I made the 8 hour trek </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/3269053753885725631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=3269053753885725631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/3269053753885725631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/3269053753885725631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2010/12/like-grown-up.html' title='Like A Grown Up'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-8259978781663393502</id><published>2009-11-07T17:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:18:10.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like....</title><summary type='text'>I don't like where I am at in life right now.A friend of mine when talking about their very painful situation said "Christ is ever present in this pain. May I come out of this a stronger more faithful child of God."At one point this is where I was too. I thought "This, this is what God is going to use." And he did but then I stopped allowing myself to be directed. Somewhere in this journey from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/8259978781663393502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=8259978781663393502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8259978781663393502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8259978781663393502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-like.html' title='I don&apos;t like....'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-8099552640701104654</id><published>2009-08-10T23:44:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:12:35.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walls, walls, and look more walls.</title><summary type='text'>I was sitting in church this Sunday and it hit me- I'm so disgustingly self-centered. I mean I knew this, but every once and a while I come out of my self-absorbed shell and catch a glimpse of my wretchedness and Sunday was a beautiful day of just that.All of us have walls.All of us cope with our insecurities, our life circumstances, our pain, our hurts, and our battle scars that we feel come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/8099552640701104654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=8099552640701104654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8099552640701104654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8099552640701104654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/08/walls-walls-and-look-more-walls.html' title='Walls, walls, and look more walls.'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-4253642860039878796</id><published>2009-05-30T15:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:17:30.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in the Moment</title><summary type='text'>I am literally in the final hours of my vacation. Within the past week I have spent significant time in 2 different cities and have spent approximately 40 hours of that time traveling. Most of these hours have been spent in the Atlanta airport which is where I sit now waiting for my flight.Waiting has been a huge part of this trip and I'm not good at it. I have been described as a mover and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/4253642860039878796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=4253642860039878796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/4253642860039878796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/4253642860039878796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/05/living-in-moment.html' title='Living in the Moment'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/Sig5lT5SU4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/FfOYctyakEU/s72-c/savannah09130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-584938706994821593</id><published>2009-05-08T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:56:39.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I just discovered that I can blog through my phone. This could be really dangerous. I wonder if it will let me use more characters than twittering does. Probably not. Which would defeat it's purpose.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/584938706994821593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=584938706994821593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/584938706994821593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/584938706994821593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-just-discovered-that-i-can-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-7362182332316223294</id><published>2009-04-28T20:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:19:57.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting at the Thompsons</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I spent the evening at the Thompson's house watching a 4 1/2 year old Jesse Thompson. We had a wonderful evening. It's been awhile since Jesse and I have had one of our "dates" and I have forgotten how much I enjoy them.For those of you that haven't been reading my blog since the beginning of my Chicago to Nashville journey (I think there's 3 of you that read this and you all pretty much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/7362182332316223294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=7362182332316223294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/7362182332316223294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/7362182332316223294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/04/sitting-at-thompsons.html' title='Sitting at the Thompsons'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-6406886263281575994</id><published>2009-03-13T18:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:22:00.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum to Missed the Boat</title><summary type='text'>Just so everyone knows, the prior blog is about how we as the church miss the essentials sometimes. It's not a knock against anyone just an observation. If it comes off as a rant to anyone or an accusation, it was not intended to and I'm sorry.Erin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/6406886263281575994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=6406886263281575994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/6406886263281575994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/6406886263281575994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/03/addendum-to-missed-boat.html' title='Addendum to Missed the Boat'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-950075470987898527</id><published>2009-03-13T08:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:16:18.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed the Boat</title><summary type='text'>This is whole Modernism vs. Post Modernism is frustrating. To me it seems like anytime there's a name for the era, we've probably missed the boat. Anytime we try to correct what a previous generation overlooked or overdid, we over do it or overlook it  in the opposite direction. To me (and excuse my ignorance because I am not very educated in this area) it seems like the farther and farther we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/950075470987898527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=950075470987898527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/950075470987898527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/950075470987898527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/03/missed-boat.html' title='Missed the Boat'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-1031926475608301615</id><published>2009-03-12T14:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:59:17.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Official</title><summary type='text'>I'm beyond excited to be given the opportunity to be working with Whitney Carlson and Dove Wedding Photography. You're looking at their new associate photographer! You can check out my bio and my portfolio on Dove's site. http://www.doveweddingphotography.comThere are also a couple more images and a contest on www.doveweddingphotography.blogspot.comBy the way, Peter Carlson took my killer bio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/1031926475608301615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=1031926475608301615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1031926475608301615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1031926475608301615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-official.html' title='I&apos;m Official'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/Sblpjda7veI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eoMLA76rC5Q/s72-c/dove+profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-1454704628551252125</id><published>2009-02-25T13:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:36:02.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><summary type='text'>Today the weather is gloomy...again. As much as I love how much warmer the winters are here, I hate how gray they are. At least in Chicago the snow reflects the sunlight and things seem brighter, but not here. Everything is drab. The grass is dead, the trees are bare, and the sky is gray. At home there are at least evergreens that help to add a little bit of color, but there are also subzero </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/1454704628551252125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=1454704628551252125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1454704628551252125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1454704628551252125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/SaWoOPhRQ9I/AAAAAAAAAN4/bwPvzhQb_jY/s72-c/reboundsunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-7358261528752330803</id><published>2009-02-05T10:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:48:20.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still My Soul</title><summary type='text'>In Women's Bible Study Kim had us listen to a recording of Lisbeth Scott's rendition of  Be Still My Soul. I can remember singing this song as a child but haven't heard it in awhile and I can't think of any song that speaks to me more right now. Below are the original lyrics."Be Still, My Soul"by Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-18971. Be still, my soul; the Lord </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/7358261528752330803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=7358261528752330803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/7358261528752330803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/7358261528752330803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-still-my-soul.html' title='Be Still My Soul'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-8470138199496993375</id><published>2009-01-20T08:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:05:10.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebound Update</title><summary type='text'>It will be 3 weeks on Saturday since Rebound became the man of the house. The picture that I posted in the last blog isn't actually him. When I got to the breeder's (which was 2 hours away) the breeder told me that I was going to mad at them because they sent me a picture of his sister. My heart sank because by the way that she worded things, I was expecting a hideously ugly puppy, but then she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/8470138199496993375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=8470138199496993375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8470138199496993375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8470138199496993375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/01/rebound-update.html' title='Rebound Update'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/SYnk8vVtg4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/A3vSBDbL2-w/s72-c/jesse3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-6414681048385531039</id><published>2009-01-16T22:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:40:23.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Frames</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I'm spending the night overhauling my room. Yes, I know it's Friday night...how lame, but you see tomorrow I might be bringing home a 3 month old Cairn Terrier puppy that will want to do nothing but chew and I have a lot of things that invite chewing currently in my room.Meet Rebound. Yes, the name is my doing. I have vowed for a long time that I would never get a dog. It's not that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/6414681048385531039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=6414681048385531039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/6414681048385531039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/6414681048385531039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-frames.html' title='Picture Frames'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/SXFdGEMIHeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wuPVzziVUK0/s72-c/08+PIPER%27s+M3+3mths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-1493713871932473732</id><published>2009-01-10T13:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:06:12.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of 2009</title><summary type='text'>I honestly don't know what to write here. I know that I want to be able to express myself but I am so numb inside that I don't know what to say.My wonderful boyfriend of almost a year and I called it quits yesterday.I wish that I had a better vocabulary to properly explain how I'm feeling, but I don't. I guess the best that I can do is to say that I feel vacant.I feel angry at God for introducing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/1493713871932473732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=1493713871932473732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1493713871932473732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1493713871932473732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-of-2009.html' title='The Start of 2009'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-6561108215014477352</id><published>2008-10-29T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:28:18.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking the Truth in Love</title><summary type='text'>I'm angry right now. I am frustrated with Christian brothers and sisters who make us look like uncaring, self-righteous hypocrites. In truth, I am a uncaring, self-righteous hypocrite but I'm not proud of it.A few minutes ago I read the attached article on Heath Ledger and instantly my Agenda Radar (version 4.0) went off. I'm not going to comment too much on what the article said so perhaps read </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.goodfight.org/a_v_ledger_heath.html' title='Speaking the Truth in Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/6561108215014477352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=6561108215014477352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/6561108215014477352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/6561108215014477352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2008/10/speaking-truth-in-love.html' title='Speaking the Truth in Love'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-1610242043587214285</id><published>2008-07-19T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:59:55.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Response to God's Love</title><summary type='text'>I’m going to attempt to do this again. As I said in my very first entry, I am so good at walking through life blindly and unengaged. Stopping to write down thoughts requires me to think about life. So if I stop to write, I am forced to stop and think.Today has been a day of thinking. This morning has been a good morning. Let me explain my setting. Setting is extremely important to me. This is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/1610242043587214285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=1610242043587214285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1610242043587214285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1610242043587214285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-response-to-gods-love.html' title='In Response to God&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-7647390848530489182</id><published>2008-02-28T13:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:22:36.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Busy</title><summary type='text'>So the past few weeks for me have been insanely busy. Between Cornerstone work, HM work, Mo Leverett work, and side projects for John, I feel like I will never finish. I've also been trying to balance church functions, youth group, small group, the little community we've got going on here, my spiritual life (on the down slope kids-read 2 blogs ago), the Thompson Family, visitors from home, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/7647390848530489182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=7647390848530489182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/7647390848530489182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/7647390848530489182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2008/02/way-busy.html' title='Way Busy'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-8563942922167827304</id><published>2008-02-19T19:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T19:21:19.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Make you Laugh</title><summary type='text'>These are people from my church and this in their entry into TN's 2007 48 Hour Film Project. It won Best Overall Film, Best Comedy, Best Sound Editing, the Audience Choice Award, Runner Up: Director, Runner Up: Screen Play, Honorable Mention: Editing. Please enjoy. I find it hilarious.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/8563942922167827304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=8563942922167827304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8563942922167827304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8563942922167827304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-to-make-you-laugh.html' title='Something to Make you Laugh'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-3106709046000226345</id><published>2008-02-13T18:22:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:11:26.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Element of Change</title><summary type='text'>It has been a really long time since I last wrote! Many things have changed and today while waiting for my computer to install 13 updates before it will reboot (we're at 2 of 13 and it's taken 15 minutes to get that far), I find myself thinking about how I've let myself slip back into passivity. I moved to Nashville almost a year ago. April 10th marks the day that the car pulled away from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/3106709046000226345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=3106709046000226345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/3106709046000226345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/3106709046000226345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-has-been-really-long-time-since-i.html' title='The Element of Change'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/R7ORDxAil9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/IFRyUxq41v0/s72-c/diagram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-3262615655578905464</id><published>2008-01-01T01:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T09:46:31.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to expect in 08</title><summary type='text'>I swear to all of you that I actually did something tonight. I know that it looks really lame that I'm writing this at 1:41 am on what is now New Years day but things aren't always as they seem.I have been in Illinois for a week and a half now. It's cold I don't like cold. Never have and now that I've had a taste of warm weather in the winter, I don't foresee myself moving back to a colder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/3262615655578905464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=3262615655578905464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/3262615655578905464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/3262615655578905464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-to-expect-in-08.html' title='What to expect in 08'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-596932231473586770</id><published>2007-12-29T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:10:45.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an actual recording of me singing lead</title><summary type='text'>Firstly, let me start off by saying that I have no dreams of being a singer or even a musician. I did the music thing and I quickly realized that I am not gifted enough to make it. I'm okay, low-level good but not amazing by any means. As a drummer, I know that I get away with A LOT because I'm a girl. I get away with even more because I'm a tiny girl that actually gets a decent amount of volume </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/596932231473586770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=596932231473586770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/596932231473586770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/596932231473586770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/12/actual-recording-of-me-singing-lead.html' title='an actual recording of me singing lead'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-4107163794382410962</id><published>2007-12-13T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:11:15.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're not really a girl"- James Harrington</title><summary type='text'>I'd like to think of myself as an enigma. For example-I played shows almost every weekend and probably at least 2 times a weekend in indie rock band for 4 years, but I don't like to stand up and make announcements in church or play any sport that requires people to look at me.I play drums, but I like girly stuff like tea roomsI've been called a tomboy, but I love wearing dresses.I love girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/4107163794382410962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=4107163794382410962' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/4107163794382410962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/4107163794382410962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-not-really-girl-james-harrington.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re not really a girl&quot;- James Harrington'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-1306820769224963226</id><published>2007-12-12T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T01:29:30.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>75 in December</title><summary type='text'>Am I allowed to write something short? Am I capable of writing something short? I know I am short...I'm told that at least once or twice a day. Today was incredible. It was 75 degrees. I wore a t-shirt, set up a table outside to work in the beautiful sunny weather, and tonight I didn't have to wear a jacket. Amazing. Besides the amazing weather, I was fortunate enough to see Over the Rhine at the</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.myspace.com/overtherhine' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/1306820769224963226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=1306820769224963226' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1306820769224963226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/1306820769224963226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/12/75-in-december.html' title='75 in December'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-2019935929280655851</id><published>2007-12-05T00:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:07:26.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Card from Erin</title><summary type='text'>This is the true meaning of Christmas. I mean that sarcastically of course. Here's a prime example of the craziness. You know the group of women that have sent their husbands into hiding by their crazy actions and the group that is helping me to keep the man of my dreams at a safe distance (I said helping Michelle, I know that I do a pretty darn good job on my own), well last year they coerced me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/2019935929280655851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=2019935929280655851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/2019935929280655851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/2019935929280655851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-card-from-erin.html' title='A Christmas Card from Erin'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-5709134624091616542</id><published>2007-12-03T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:18:52.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Living Room</title><summary type='text'>Goodness, how do I start this? Let me first start by saying that I'm pretty much crazy and the woman that I live with (Michelle, hi!) is even crazier and brings out the craziness in me. My best friend Julie has the same effect and Michelle's best friend Mary is nutty as well. When the four (sometimes five when Mary's 18 year old daughter Sarah is present) of us get together the husbands of these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/5709134624091616542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=5709134624091616542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/5709134624091616542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/5709134624091616542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/12/dancing-in-living-room.html' title='Dancing in the Living Room'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-8633363111612071688</id><published>2007-12-02T02:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T03:06:40.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2:30am</title><summary type='text'>I did it again. I feel asleep in front of my computer 2 hours ago. I often will lie down on my bed to check my e-mail and fall asleep. This is not unusual. It happens too often. I'm too lazy to walk upstairs and take out my contacts and do the necessary things to get ready for bed. I can fall asleep pretty much anywhere and when I'm tired, I crash. This happens most frequently when watching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/8633363111612071688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=8633363111612071688' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8633363111612071688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8633363111612071688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/12/230am.html' title='2:30am'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-4705463811506589277</id><published>2007-11-27T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:11:26.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><summary type='text'>Here's a list of why it's nice to be at Nashville-Home.1. They had cake upon my arrival. It wasn't for me. It was for Michelle because it was her birthday, but it was still cake.2. Extremely long talks with Michelle while I should be working.3. Jesse (3) waking me up in the morning after I get home by switching on my light and saying "Airwn, I'm ahWAKE!"4. Wesley (12) today super excited to show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/4705463811506589277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=4705463811506589277' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/4705463811506589277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/4705463811506589277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/R0xkkMMxBYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QWlfLmvXpuk/s72-c/jesse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-2383662445531625201</id><published>2007-11-26T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:11:31.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>While sitting at Midway</title><summary type='text'>It is 6:30 pm and I am currently sitting at Gate B22 waiting for my 8:35 flight. I never time these things right no matter how hard I try. All throughout the terminal people are spilling out of the pubs trying to catch a glimpse of the Bears game. They must be doing well because every once in awhile I can hear cheering above the music on my iPod.So here I am my last night in Chicago sitting in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/2383662445531625201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=2383662445531625201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/2383662445531625201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/2383662445531625201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/11/while-sitting-at-midway.html' title='While sitting at Midway'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/R0qC1cMxBUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/grhAnAeX8BQ/s72-c/thanksgiving+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-3921789460054316851</id><published>2007-11-23T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T15:39:50.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home Chicago.</title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving morning I woke up at the ungodly hour of 5am. Yes, I do believe that God has nothing to do with any time before 8 in the morning. 5am is of Satan and is almost as evil as rock music (surely you know that I kidding about rock but I am still quite serious about early morning). Anyways, my wonderful friend Rob came and picked me up at 5:30 (yes believe it or not, I got ready in a half </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/3921789460054316851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=3921789460054316851' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/3921789460054316851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/3921789460054316851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-home-chicago.html' title='Sweet Home Chicago.'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-8127366574288162189</id><published>2007-11-21T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:56:43.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate like crack</title><summary type='text'>This past month I've learned that I am a dark chocolate addict. I'm not using this term lightly either like most people. You often hear "I'm addicted to chocolate" translation- I really, really like chocolate. Not me. I'm a dark chocolate junkie and this behavior intensifies when I'm under stress.This past month has been crazy. I have been in the middle of a magazine deadline that has been the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/8127366574288162189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=8127366574288162189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8127366574288162189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8127366574288162189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/11/chocolate-like-crack.html' title='chocolate like crack'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-3070054234208925145</id><published>2007-10-17T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:28:53.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Promises</title><summary type='text'>Tonight was another amazing Woman's Study and one thing that really hit me was the speaker's comment about when you are needing reassurance for steps of faith that you are talking, read God's promises in the Bible. It hit me that God knows everything about you, everything that you are going through and although these promises are definitely tied to something specific to the time, they are also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/3070054234208925145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=3070054234208925145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/3070054234208925145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/3070054234208925145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/10/gods-promises.html' title='God&apos;s Promises'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-5923303209301321194</id><published>2007-10-10T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:10:41.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoodies</title><summary type='text'>So tonight I walked out of my office (which is a garage that will one day be an office) and I was extremely happy to feel a bit of a chill in the air. I love fall. I love the colors, the excuse to wear a light jacket (I love jackets), and the various drinks that come out at coffee shops (pumpkin spice). I love how relaxed and lazy it makes me feel. I love the apple picking, the hayrides, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/5923303209301321194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=5923303209301321194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/5923303209301321194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/5923303209301321194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoodies.html' title='Hoodies'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-7341186520683993079</id><published>2007-09-25T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:00:26.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Others Up</title><summary type='text'>So here I sit in my room...on my bed amongst my whole wardrobe that needs to be folded. It's getting close to fall here although the weather of late is not reflecting that. But because fall is around the corner I had to run out to Target and buy a fall smelling candle. After 3o minutes of getting high off of scented wax, I opted for the Pumpkin/Orange/Something-or-other candle. It is currently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/7341186520683993079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=7341186520683993079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/7341186520683993079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/7341186520683993079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/09/building-others-up.html' title='Building Others Up'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-6808064168583145016</id><published>2007-09-17T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:09:39.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Community</title><summary type='text'> So this my friend is Nashville's very own Parthenon. There's a somewhat legitimate reason as to why we have a Parthenon, but that is a story for another day. I put a photo of it because I spent Sunday afternoon at Centennial Park (that's where this monstrosity is located) beneath a tree with a sandwich and my Brennan Manning book. It was wonderful!This past Thursday we had our first small group </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/6808064168583145016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=6808064168583145016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/6808064168583145016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/6808064168583145016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/09/community.html' title='Community'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-4381915471293509486</id><published>2007-09-05T23:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:11:32.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Single 25 year old Female</title><summary type='text'>This first picture is from several weeks back. My camera battery died while I was taking it, so it isn't the greatest image ever, but it does contain photographic evidence to blackmail both Wesley and James with. Here's the story-One night Michelle and I decided to take over the TV yet again to watch one of our girl movies. This is usually how it happens-Erin: "Michelle hey why don't we watch an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/4381915471293509486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=4381915471293509486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/4381915471293509486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/4381915471293509486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-as-single-25-year-old-female.html' title='Life as a Single 25 year old Female'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/Rt-BEB46lII/AAAAAAAAACk/Joj8YWbLsBM/s72-c/blog3+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-8799115099865145317</id><published>2007-09-04T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:11:34.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foolish Things</title><summary type='text'>1 Corinthians 1:27-29 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things - and the things that aren't - to nullify the things that are so that no one may boast before him.I love how "out of whack" God chooses to do things. I can't get over how we (the church) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/8799115099865145317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=8799115099865145317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8799115099865145317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/8799115099865145317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/09/foolish-things.html' title='The Foolish Things'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15OP4dWjJuY/Rt41Kx46lFI/AAAAAAAAACM/EMjWOxqX20g/s72-c/party1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1955371634473227877.post-6655006679664747859</id><published>2007-09-03T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:14:41.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being the New Girl</title><summary type='text'> image- Fido's Coffeehouse This is where all the cool people hangout. They have great coffee and awesome music playing overhead so I like to go there to work.This has been long overdue. Let me just preface this post by saying that I don't claim to be an incredible writer. I don't think that I would even go so far as to say that I'm a decent writer, but I do think that it will be beneficial to me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/feeds/6655006679664747859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1955371634473227877&amp;postID=6655006679664747859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/6655006679664747859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1955371634473227877/posts/default/6655006679664747859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicago2nashville.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-being-new-girl.html' title='On Being the New Girl'/><author><name>Erin Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08966285781976975507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
