<?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-8223085891600741892</id><updated>2012-01-22T00:01:05.584-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='beginnings'/><category term='technology'/><category term='Proverbs 24'/><category term='reflect'/><category term='clear'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='principal'/><category term='purpose'/><category term='change'/><category term='cleanliness'/><category term='pray'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Proverbs 3:5'/><category term='hair'/><category term='leadership'/><category term='Lord'/><category term='Psalm 34:14'/><category term='travel'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='message'/><category term='study'/><category term='Corinthians'/><category term='motivated'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='learning'/><category term='work'/><category term='focus'/><category term='silence'/><category term='will'/><category term='ministry'/><category term='peace'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='photography'/><category term='God'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='mi vida loca'/><category term='music'/><category term='scripture'/><category term='Isaiah'/><category term='school'/><category term='game'/><category term='faith'/><category term='journey'/><category term='heart'/><category term='learn'/><category term='life'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='obedience'/><category term='Proverbs'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='promises'/><category term='food'/><category term='discipline'/><category term='inspire'/><category term='direction'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Psalm'/><category term='love'/><category term='Education'/><title type='text'>Swanns is Bloggin' Out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-1382916015676458882</id><published>2012-01-21T23:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:01:05.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Believe</title><summary type='text'>"So my dear brothers and sisters, stand strong.  Do not let anything move you.  Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your in the Lord is never wasted." 1 Corinthians 15:58I make believe that you are here …to see me copping Jordans with my best friend.  Yes, there is a first for everything!     I make believe that you are near…to simply be able to share with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/1382916015676458882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=1382916015676458882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1382916015676458882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1382916015676458882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2012/01/make-believe.html' title='Make Believe'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtcxpkDC1Yk/TxuVeSQ3TkI/AAAAAAAAALw/ftfYidYA6fM/s72-c/IMG_0190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-5217312683861398490</id><published>2012-01-21T20:45:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:57:43.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>A close friend of mine from high school has started her own photography business, and she's been quite successful.  Moving into the new year, she posted a 52 Week Photo Challenge, which piqued my interest.  While I am not a professional by any means, I love taking pictures.  I plan to participate in order to make time for doing two things I love-writing and taking pictures.I am behind by three </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/5217312683861398490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=5217312683861398490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5217312683861398490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5217312683861398490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2012/01/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVfASOymF0k/Txtv_bHpnvI/AAAAAAAAALk/5KAVWHVsbuM/s72-c/IMG_0186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7983058741607961526</id><published>2011-09-11T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:18:37.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(In) Courage...I Choose Joy</title><summary type='text'>



Today marks 10 years since our nation was attacked by terrorists who killed many innocent people.  The recapped footage from that day still ignites strong emotions of anger, sadness, and shock.  Watching the Twin Towers literally crumble as the planes crashed into it...Seeing people jumping to their deaths with fear...It was chaotic.  I will not soon forget where I was, but nor will many.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7983058741607961526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7983058741607961526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7983058741607961526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7983058741607961526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-couragei-choose-joy.html' title='(In) Courage...I Choose Joy'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rfQC9JFLTYw/Tm1c3IfW55I/AAAAAAAAAJA/AJfbjAQCrrI/s72-c/choose_joy_button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-6089767264434816035</id><published>2011-09-10T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T23:43:56.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfailing Love</title><summary type='text'>

Nothing can ever prepare you for the death of someone you love or care for deeply.  Death is a tough thing, but I would say it is even harder when unexpected.

 Thursday morning I had just finished up with morning duty and announcements when my phone dinged with a text message alert.  The message was from my childhood friend, MPB, and it read: "My dad just died.  We don't know what to do.  Plz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/6089767264434816035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=6089767264434816035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/6089767264434816035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/6089767264434816035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/09/unfailing-love.html' title='Unfailing Love'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4V2A-dyPEuw/TmwlxlANjqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4GhQv-IJwaM/s72-c/thinking%2Babout%2Bit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3031179582632176868</id><published>2011-08-04T23:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:58:49.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick, Stetch, and Be Fifty...</title><summary type='text'>Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,But, he with a chuckle repliedThat "maybe it couldn’t," but he would be oneWho wouldn’t say so till he’d tried. ~ Edgar GuestRemembering that today our President joined the half century club. He makes fifty look good. From his six pack to how he loves his family, he proves that with hard work and determination dreams do come true.So on today, here is to you,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3031179582632176868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3031179582632176868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3031179582632176868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3031179582632176868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/08/kick-stetch-and-be-fifty.html' title='Kick, Stetch, and Be Fifty...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9a8-R-l8Js/TjtnNgLi3hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OEWs5zTAPbw/s72-c/barack-obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-2751245457409642057</id><published>2011-08-01T22:47:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:47:21.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can't Handle the Heat...</title><summary type='text'>...get out of the kitchen.Tonight I needed a reminder to gain control of my life...to find courage and motivation...to overcome fear and obstacles...to strengthen the growing passion I have for my destiny.I needed a moment to appreciate the people in my life, embrace life's turning points, and recognize the Gift of the Spirit. It was time to walk away from the piles of papers on my desk at work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/2751245457409642057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=2751245457409642057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2751245457409642057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2751245457409642057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-you-cant-handle-heat.html' title='If You Can&apos;t Handle the Heat...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3514175291833611332</id><published>2011-07-24T23:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:41:01.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving...</title><summary type='text'>There is nothing in the world that you cannot doWhen you believe in you, who are beautifulYeah, you, who are brilliantYeah, you, who are powerfulYeah, you, who are resilient -India ArieI've learned this week it is about our posture, not our position...I am loving my 30's and feel incredibly blessed to be in the place He has me in right now. As I grow and better take stances in the things I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3514175291833611332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3514175291833611332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3514175291833611332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3514175291833611332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/07/thirty-flirty-and-thriving.html' title='Thirty, Flirty, and Thriving...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0Zbn7Khv8zM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-653247168159677427</id><published>2011-07-19T23:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:26:21.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra! Extra!</title><summary type='text'>For the record, I am too nice. For the record, you're so extra...There are times when I freeze up in conversations with people to avoid conflict. I often fear imposing my feelings upon them. This trait has its benefits as well as its drawbacks. My gut reaction and thoughts would truly send people over the edge. How do I know? Well, when pushed beyond limit, I tend to deliver the uncut. I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/653247168159677427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=653247168159677427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/653247168159677427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/653247168159677427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/07/extra-extra.html' title='Extra! Extra!'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Vdd_bPCWyw/TiZJow50SqI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Zu2i18lpj3c/s72-c/extra-extra-paper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4504895711544017201</id><published>2011-07-16T23:22:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:06:24.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Marriage</title><summary type='text'>One of the wonderful things about Summer is wedding season. Although with age the season has slowed considerably for me, I now get to enjoy the new wave of younger friends from school and church tie the knot...Today's wedding was of one of my sorority sisters. The ceremony was non-traditional and held at a beautiful cathedral in Richmond, VA. I especially appreciated the minister sharing some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4504895711544017201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4504895711544017201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4504895711544017201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4504895711544017201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-marriage.html' title='Love &amp; Marriage'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2FMTIjKjENo/TiJcN5eNenI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hrAIN2NaIrc/s72-c/100_4647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-5037314699730502124</id><published>2011-07-04T23:41:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T06:27:48.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Happily Ever Laughter</title><summary type='text'>What better way to celebrate Independence Day than with lots of laughter...and with those you love? Love and laughter. The world needs more of it!Rain captured the evening, preventing firework shows in the area, but I had not really plotted seeing any. My nontraditional day of activities prevailed in happy moments...I had a lazy morning and start to the day, hanging with my BFF, VLM. We went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/5037314699730502124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=5037314699730502124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5037314699730502124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5037314699730502124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/07/happily-ever-laughter.html' title='Happily Ever Laughter'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8657083301643754596</id><published>2011-07-01T23:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T08:11:03.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>An Endless Love</title><summary type='text'>Luther Vandross made a single I still enjoy listening to entitled Endless Love. I don't think he was the first to sing it, and Mariah Carey joins him in the ballad. Those who know anything about Luther know he could deliver a mean performance, making lovers grow closer and anyone single want to be loved. Truly, he was a gifted artist who is still missed today.I have spent a better part of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8657083301643754596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8657083301643754596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8657083301643754596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8657083301643754596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/07/endless-love.html' title='An Endless Love'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-5234386252915231377</id><published>2011-05-21T23:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T14:15:46.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Principalship</title><summary type='text'>Interim WJCC Principals to Become PermanentBy WYDaily StaffThursday, May 19, 2011Dan Fields and Karen Swann, who have served most of the 2010-11 school year as interim principal at Warhill High School and Berkeley Middle School respectively, have been appointed as principal, pending School Board approval.Their appointments will become effective July 1."Dan and Karen came into their schools during</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.wydaily.com/local-news/6510-interim-wjcc-principals-to-become-permanent.html' title='Principalship'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/5234386252915231377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=5234386252915231377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5234386252915231377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5234386252915231377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/05/principalship.html' title='Principalship'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8366376194262847028</id><published>2011-05-21T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:06:58.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WJC promotes 2 interims to permanent principals</title><summary type='text'>The Virginia Gazette, Williamsburg Virginia &gt; News &gt; WJC promotes 2 interims to permanent principals</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.vagazette.com/articles/2011/05/21/news/doc4dd3afd20685a162648260.txt' title='WJC promotes 2 interims to permanent principals'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8366376194262847028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8366376194262847028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8366376194262847028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8366376194262847028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2011/05/wjc-promotes-2-interims-to-permanent.html' title='WJC promotes 2 interims to permanent principals'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-1048029026081404738</id><published>2010-07-31T22:38:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T23:16:38.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am not one of those people who goes all out, having a tree and decorations with a holiday meal smack dab in the middle of the year. (Yes, those people do exist.) Nor, am I one of those organized planners who begins bargain shopping in order to be finished with gift purchases for Christmas by October, November, or earlier. I'm more the type that is walking around humming "It's the Most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/1048029026081404738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=1048029026081404738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1048029026081404738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1048029026081404738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-6018836999497268016</id><published>2010-07-27T07:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:22:48.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need an Outlet...</title><summary type='text'>During the months of June, July, and August, I am fortunate enough to have three-day weekends, but I end up with 10 hour workdays Monday-Thursday. This set-up works quite nicely, and I wish it could be this way during the actual academic year. Most years I've embraced Fridays, sleeping in and being as lazy as I'd like. That has not changed completely, but Fridays have been quite difficult for the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/6018836999497268016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=6018836999497268016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/6018836999497268016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/6018836999497268016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/07/need-outlet.html' title='Need an Outlet...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-5110874466940271824</id><published>2010-07-19T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:59:23.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful.</title><summary type='text'>"Get down on your knees and thank God you’re still on your feet." (Thanks for the quote, Facebook Friend!)I'm thankful I am not where I used to be. And, I am so happy He's not through with me (just) yet.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/5110874466940271824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=5110874466940271824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5110874466940271824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5110874466940271824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/07/grateful.html' title='Grateful.'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8229875403938870953</id><published>2010-07-05T23:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:32:56.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>The Good Times</title><summary type='text'>TRUTH: "A foretaste never makes me say, 'That is enough.' A foretaste only whets my appetite."And, for the record, I WILL stay with you. Smiling.Let the song speak for itself.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8229875403938870953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8229875403938870953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8229875403938870953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8229875403938870953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-times.html' title='The Good Times'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-2921952172809678872</id><published>2010-07-03T11:02:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:24:06.101-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm'/><title type='text'>Enjoying Time While I Wait...</title><summary type='text'> Congratulations, SerenaWilliams, on another Wimbleton win! I am feeling like a winner today, too.The message has been pretty in-my-face these past few weeks regarding where I am and need to be..."God will strengthen us and enable us to handle life peacefullyand wisely if we start praying about things instead of merelytrying to get through the day. When we take time with God and listen to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/2921952172809678872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=2921952172809678872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2921952172809678872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2921952172809678872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/07/enjoying-time-while-i-wait.html' title='Enjoying Time While I Wait...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/TC9Rlnm-MaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wnPnALg70FM/s72-c/ten_swilliams3_sy_576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-1054639088075945206</id><published>2010-07-02T21:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:24:35.527-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>You Want Fame?</title><summary type='text'>In an effort to motivate myself to get up and get going, I woke up early with flashbacks of my undergraduate days. As a freshman, one of my mentors/directors at The College would go around quoting the character, Lydia Grant, played by Debbie Allen in the popular 1980s TV series, FAME: "You want fame? Well, fame costs. And right here is where you start paying...in sweat."Here's the clip from one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/1054639088075945206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=1054639088075945206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1054639088075945206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1054639088075945206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-want-fame.html' title='You Want Fame?'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-699276680802195603</id><published>2010-07-01T23:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:42:26.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Thursday...or a little more contemplative...Eh!</title><summary type='text'>I'm THAT girl...You know the one with 27 dresses...smile...and there's more of those pictures, but I only chose the most recent weddings I've been in, excluding my best friend's--the last pic. posted.It's Thursday and 27 Dresses (2008) has aired twice this evening. The more I watch this movie, the more I fall in love with it. Unlike the protagonist in the movie, I do not have a sister and I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/699276680802195603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=699276680802195603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/699276680802195603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/699276680802195603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughtful-thursdayor-little-more.html' title='Thoughtful Thursday...or a little more contemplative...Eh!'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/TC1fOiG1v6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1xy9VK660uA/s72-c/leas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8374299081443281280</id><published>2010-06-29T12:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:47:55.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi vida loca'/><title type='text'>Shhh...Excuse me, but your thoughts are too loud.</title><summary type='text'>The familiar idiom, "a penny for your thoughts," comes to mind when I consider how much we now lack modesty and dignity when it comes to social networks and sites. Technology, what have you done to us?!?!As I log into some of these sites, I am hit in the face with statuses and posts--millions! Some have substance, making you think, smile, laugh, and even comment or reply to the statements...but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8374299081443281280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8374299081443281280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8374299081443281280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8374299081443281280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/06/shhhexcuse-me-but-your-thoughts-are-too.html' title='Shhh...Excuse me, but your thoughts are too loud.'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/TCoqWSn27PI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SocXaqIcN0o/s72-c/Hmed_Venting_grid-6x2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8355684115321572122</id><published>2010-06-27T14:34:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:06:30.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='direction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='message'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Connect the Dots</title><summary type='text'>  . . dot 1 - Generosity.... dot 2 - Encouragement... dot 3 - Support.... dot 4 - Joy...... dot 5 - Love .  ..My intention is not to change but inspire you.Do you remember as a child the amount of activities in school requiring you to connect-the-dots? Perhaps, it was your parent or family member who liked to buy you activity books with the game.Being a person who loved puzzles, the idea of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8355684115321572122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8355684115321572122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8355684115321572122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8355684115321572122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/06/connect-dots.html' title='Connect the Dots'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-2260595325822915766</id><published>2010-06-26T23:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:20:49.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>First I had to find the boat...</title><summary type='text'>Recently, in a television interview on Wendy Williams, Jennie Garth shared information about the relationship between her and her husband. They've been married for quite a few years but were together  several before getting married. Garth shared that her husband confessed that he needed to "make sure the boat was strong enough to cross the ocean." What a powerful and enlightening thought for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/2260595325822915766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=2260595325822915766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2260595325822915766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2260595325822915766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-i-had-to-find-boat.html' title='First I had to find the boat...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7829549023892371132</id><published>2010-06-25T13:08:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:10:59.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Albeit, a year ago today pop legend sensation, Michael Jackson, passed away, ipads and the iphone 4 are sweeping the nation, and there is still a big ol' oil spill in the Gulf, summer vacation is the only thing that has my attention.  The excitement is being motivated and spurred by the fact that I'm actually out of the office for a few days--the longest amount of time I believe I've ever taken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7829549023892371132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7829549023892371132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7829549023892371132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7829549023892371132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/06/albeit-year-ago-today-pop-legend.html' title=''/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/TCUGHLRCGeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FiZkzk3X5yg/s72-c/Mobile+Uploads+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8585491237484206863</id><published>2010-02-16T16:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:13:39.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Precious Cargo</title><summary type='text'>Over the past weekend, I spent a better part of my time in airports. One truth that holds true is since the attacks of 9/11, the practices and routines of travel via air have changed--for better or worse. In particular, crossing and making it through security can be the most daunting and intense process one may ever face in life--yes, yes, call it hyperbole, but I know there is some truth in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8585491237484206863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8585491237484206863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8585491237484206863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8585491237484206863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/02/precious-cargo.html' title='Precious Cargo'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4373647639544834213</id><published>2010-02-15T20:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:15:23.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>1001 Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Recently, a colleague/friend shared that at the end of the day I need to free my mind by reflecting and writing about 3 good things that occurred in the day. I've not been diligent (once again) in making time to capture the daily happenings in my life. So to get back on track I need to release and flee clutter in my brain, praying that 3 good thoughts a days will keep doctors, stress, and all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4373647639544834213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4373647639544834213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4373647639544834213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4373647639544834213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2010/02/1001-thoughts.html' title='1001 Thoughts'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-421192094890683019</id><published>2009-09-13T23:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:18:05.678-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises'/><title type='text'>Damaged Goods...a fairy tale...</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time in a land not unlike the one we know now, there lived a very beautiful princess. This princess had quite a bit going for her--smarts, beauty, great family, etc. She had the type of life others wanted, but few knew of her midnight terror...One day she went to the King after having a sleepless evening dealing with a night terror and said, "While there are many to choose from, I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/421192094890683019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=421192094890683019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/421192094890683019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/421192094890683019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/09/damaged-goodsa-fairy-tale.html' title='Damaged Goods...a fairy tale...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-9003562497235364448</id><published>2009-08-24T23:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:20:01.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs 24'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><title type='text'>Do More...</title><summary type='text'>Recently, my boss and I planned a retreat for our leadership team. We desired to set the tone by having a few icebreakers at the beginning. One of the activities called for a response to a phrase or question. I happened to get the one that asked that I share my life's slogan(s).  Well, two quotes/slogan immediately surfaced: A. Find the good and praise it; and B. Just do it!  I did not share both</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/9003562497235364448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=9003562497235364448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9003562497235364448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9003562497235364448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-more.html' title='Do More...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4304852299879599808</id><published>2009-08-23T17:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:24:59.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purpose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obedience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Living Life Skillfully</title><summary type='text'>The latest battle has been doing with a cheerful heart. While I am often doing things for others at work, with children I mentor, and in my personal life, I am not always enthusiastic about doing it. In fact, I have a few close people in my life who I typically turn to in order to complain about why I feel things tend to fall in my lap to take care of or get done. It is hard trying not to show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4304852299879599808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4304852299879599808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4304852299879599808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4304852299879599808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-life-skillfully.html' title='Living Life Skillfully'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-9041990989410896457</id><published>2009-08-17T20:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:28:03.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Being a Wise Guy (or Gal)</title><summary type='text'>Consider this: "It's God that answers."What comes to mind with the statement? Does it give you peace? Is it a bit of an indifferent feeling, or do you feel I need to offer a little more before you can respond to the questions?My sarcasm has a way of interrupting progress and hurting feelings, especially when I get on a roll. My dealings with children often causes me to be aware of my mouth and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/9041990989410896457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=9041990989410896457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9041990989410896457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9041990989410896457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-wise-guy-or-gal.html' title='Being a Wise Guy (or Gal)'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-9202735097743747180</id><published>2009-08-16T22:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:26:25.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corinthians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Cross Eyed...for Jesus</title><summary type='text'>As I continue to read a chapter out of Proverbs a day, I realize some subtle things which are likely the obvious but certainly okay to have manifest when reflecting on these daily readings. This is a journey in life where believers are encouraged to "walk by faith, not by sight" (2 Corinthians 5:7). This is how we're to make decisions about the difficult situations and choices that face us daily.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/9202735097743747180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=9202735097743747180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9202735097743747180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9202735097743747180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/cross-eyedfor-jesus.html' title='Cross Eyed...for Jesus'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-5715622850116777718</id><published>2009-08-14T09:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:49:43.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have You Done for Me Lately?</title><summary type='text'>Chapters 13 &amp; 14 have no direct central themes. With each line or verse, there is a simple statement of good and not good. Essentially, the two chapters focus on contrasting good and evil in a variety of different scenarios from how we govern to what we say.Last night I went and enjoyed the new movie G.I. Joe, seeing another picture of good versus evil. As I watched, I kept asking with the plot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/5715622850116777718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=5715622850116777718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5715622850116777718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5715622850116777718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-have-you-done-for-me-lately.html' title='What Have You Done for Me Lately?'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3978093517780335586</id><published>2009-08-12T23:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:23:22.670-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleanliness'/><title type='text'>Cleanliness is Next to Godliness</title><summary type='text'>While there is no scriptural passage to my knowledge that directly speaks to cleanliness and God, there is nothing better than having a clean home, office, or wherever it is you dwell the most. One of the items on my "to do" list has been to do some thorough cleaning of my home. Today, I was able to do just that. Yeah, yeah...Most people want to just relax and rest on their vacation. I am not to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3978093517780335586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3978093517780335586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3978093517780335586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3978093517780335586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/cleanliness-is-next-to-godliness.html' title='Cleanliness is Next to Godliness'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-2009317384810396407</id><published>2009-08-11T12:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:32:49.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Christ? Go Tell It!</title><summary type='text'>"The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life; and he that winneth souls is wise." - Proverbs 11:30So the youthful tune "This Little Light of Mine. I'm Going to Let it Shine!" overwhelms my spirit as I type. The day's proverb and study is not so profound, but truly important for us to exercise in the way of doing: discipleship and testimony, winning souls and speaking on God's goodness.We often </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/2009317384810396407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=2009317384810396407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2009317384810396407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2009317384810396407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/got-christ-go-tell-it.html' title='Got Christ? Go Tell It!'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-6398838268599309542</id><published>2009-08-10T23:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:41:29.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision &amp; Mission Driven</title><summary type='text'>In chapter 10 of Proverbs, verse 32--the last line--stands out: "Without Good Direction, People Lose Their Way" (MSG).Today, our leadership team met to discuss the book reading we had for the summer. The book's focus is establishing and building a Professional Learning Community. The author, Rick DuFour, provides the cornerstones to educational organizations working in collaboration and as teams,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/6398838268599309542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=6398838268599309542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/6398838268599309542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/6398838268599309542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/vision-mission-driven.html' title='Vision &amp; Mission Driven'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7064696007355454628</id><published>2009-08-09T21:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:41:09.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls of Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>I'm blessed to have some wonderful, extraordinary, beautiful, intelligent women in my life. They are my sisters, best friends, and I imagine God's blessed me with them not for a season but a lifetime.We all come from different backgrounds with different stories, but I love my sorors of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc. It was a treat for me to be able to spend quality time with my soror who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7064696007355454628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7064696007355454628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7064696007355454628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7064696007355454628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/pearls-of-wisdom.html' title='Pearls of Wisdom'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/Sn-Adb8hSpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7x_5phoV6FM/s72-c/IMG_9907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3971596018756291560</id><published>2009-08-08T16:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T17:02:15.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E.G.O. Tripping &amp; Real Love</title><summary type='text'>"Good counsel and common sense are my characteristics; I am both Insight and the Virtue to live it out." Proverbs 8:14Before any beautiful mountain, ocean, valley, sunrise or sunset, there was God. He created the heavens and earth. He made each one of us, and we are fearfully and wonderfully created with a purpose: to worship him. We were the first of his creations and most valued and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3971596018756291560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3971596018756291560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3971596018756291560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3971596018756291560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/ego-tripping-real-love.html' title='E.G.O. Tripping &amp; Real Love'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-2647021658549451471</id><published>2009-08-08T07:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:09:04.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Turn a Ho into a Housewife...</title><summary type='text'>but Jesus can...I was truly disappointed in myself when I missed three/four days worth of posting. I had started out so strong and was getting a post day. However, I know better. With my schedule and really trying to make these blogs reader friendly, I need down time to allow for the creative juices to have a happy process.The first evening when I read Proverbs 5, I thought to myself, "WHOA...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/2647021658549451471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=2647021658549451471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2647021658549451471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2647021658549451471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-cant-turn-ho-into-housewife.html' title='You Can&apos;t Turn a Ho into a Housewife...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3475516050691119817</id><published>2009-08-04T20:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:49:55.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Moral Compass</title><summary type='text'>Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life. PROVERBS 4:23Life's moral compass is the heart of man. Our hearts are powerful instruments-figuratively and literally. The heart holds emotions and guides our direction through the plans made pending the ups and downs life dishes us. As a compass, it is important that the heart leads us to the voice of the Lord, which could be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3475516050691119817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3475516050691119817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3475516050691119817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3475516050691119817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-moral-compass.html' title='Life&apos;s Moral Compass'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-1995159841700092524</id><published>2009-08-03T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:07:08.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Seeks to Understand</title><summary type='text'>"If you always choose the easy way, asking for the peaceful valleys, you will never see God's power displayed to enable you to take a mountain."No need to be upset in your search (for gold)..."Fool's gold is what you find when you're panning for the real thing." In other words, you're on the right track. Keep on tracking."Do not neglect the gift that is in you."===================================</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/1995159841700092524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=1995159841700092524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1995159841700092524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1995159841700092524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-seeks-to-understand.html' title='Love Seeks to Understand'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-2816381474238703400</id><published>2009-08-02T22:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:56:47.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefits of Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>The second chapter of Proverbs discusses the moral benefits behind seeking and gaining wisdom. Using the translation from The Message Bible, my verses of focus are 6 to 11:"...God gives out Wisdom free, is plainspoken in Knowledge and Understanding. He's a rich mine of Common Sense for those who live well, a personal bodyguard to the candid and sincere. He keeps his eye on all who live honestly, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youversion.com/' title='Benefits of Wisdom'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/2816381474238703400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=2816381474238703400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2816381474238703400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2816381474238703400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/benefits-of-wisdom.html' title='Benefits of Wisdom'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-145846074132442094</id><published>2009-08-01T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:04:35.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Insight a Priority</title><summary type='text'>The first day of August...I am struggling to believe it's the eighth month of the year 2009 and am really challenged by the fact that summer is escaping us this fast. Truly, each day has been cherished, and I've done quite a bit with more to come before the start of another academic year, which is almost a month away.This month I will take on reading and studying a Proverb a day. This is a common</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/145846074132442094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=145846074132442094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/145846074132442094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/145846074132442094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-insight-priority.html' title='Make Insight a Priority'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-9085029247746421220</id><published>2009-07-22T22:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:38:23.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GRATEFUL</title><summary type='text'>I was unable to put words to my emotion until I sat and tuned in to Black in America part 2.FACT: Black students are 12% less likely to enter college than white students.This evening my heart was set on going to Bible Study. In fact, there was disappointment that I was unable to be there and see a friend of mine get baptized. Instead, a telephone call from one of my mentees yesterday interupted </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/grateful' title='GRATEFUL'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/9085029247746421220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=9085029247746421220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9085029247746421220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9085029247746421220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/07/grateful.html' title='GRATEFUL'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-6362578192064286679</id><published>2009-07-19T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:17:22.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Lovin'</title><summary type='text'>I love summer for so many reasons. The days are longer. The weather is awesome to allow for outdoor fun. Warmth of the sun on my skin as I make runs around town give me great pleasure. Life slows down even with how quickly the days escape us during this time of year--definitely a paradox, but it is true.This past week and weekend happened to be what I would deem the climax of summer. I am right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/6362578192064286679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=6362578192064286679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/6362578192064286679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/6362578192064286679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7140878344095945795</id><published>2009-07-14T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:47:52.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are the Warriors</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 127:5 reads, "Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate."Every dedication ceremony held at my church, my pastor refers to the biblical passage above. He eloquently goes into the analogy given, breaking it down in such a way you just may want to go produce a baby...Okay. Okay. I think I went too far there, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7140878344095945795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7140878344095945795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7140878344095945795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7140878344095945795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-warriors.html' title='We Are the Warriors'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4909437940641760749</id><published>2009-07-10T00:00:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:18:44.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston "T" Party</title><summary type='text'>Just yesterday I was in Boston, Massachusetts, where the air was crisp and cool. By evening, my flight had landed and I walked into the humid 75 degree weather of Virginia. I was happy for home...I bring back with me a Boston state of mind. While there my colleagues and I had the opportunity to meet with 40 middle schoolers who are in a summer Rites of Passage program under the directorship of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4909437940641760749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4909437940641760749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4909437940641760749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4909437940641760749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/07/boston-t-party.html' title='Boston &quot;T&quot; Party'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/SlqXuv6XoAI/AAAAAAAAADg/ByiZdt1H6uw/s72-c/100_3235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8423446386604155511</id><published>2009-07-04T09:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:32:13.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do i do</title><summary type='text'>On this July 4th weekend, I decided to exercise my freedom by letting the hair have some freedom. It's been a minute since I've done the curly look. Anyone who knows me from back in the day will recall that I did the curls for my senior pictures. And, once in a while I'll pop up to work with the curly do...My stylist was a bit questionable with where I was headed with the request; however, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8423446386604155511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8423446386604155511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8423446386604155511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8423446386604155511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-i-do.html' title='do i do'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/Sk9Y-vp3vOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4vFCghIojRE/s72-c/cameracurls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8238628068366424531</id><published>2009-07-03T21:43:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:34:26.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering a Star</title><summary type='text'>In my lifetime, I have heard dialogue about where people were when Rev. Dr. Martin L. King, Jr. and John F. Kennedy were assassinated. People recall when Ronald Reagan was shot. Of course, we spring forward and there were the deaths of Princess Diana, Luther Vandross, Tupac and Notorious...I vividly remember being in my dorm room when news broke on the terrorist acts with the Twin Towers on 9-11.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8238628068366424531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8238628068366424531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8238628068366424531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8238628068366424531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/07/remembering-star.html' title='Remembering a Star'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4117333205714762411</id><published>2009-07-02T12:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:01:56.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 34:14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs 3:5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Next paragraph...</title><summary type='text'>"according to the psalmist (34:14b), we have to seek peace and pursue it...so i'm in pursuit of nothing but peace today [and everyday]." (THANKS, MO!)So, I haven't had the opportunity to really take the time to blog. Life got hectic at work and my evenings consisted of me crashing on the bed, the couch, the floor...wherever I could rest my head. Finally, though, things are beginning to come back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4117333205714762411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4117333205714762411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4117333205714762411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4117333205714762411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/07/next-paragraph.html' title='Next paragraph...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-1937499321120283344</id><published>2009-05-01T23:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:13:08.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ball Game</title><summary type='text'>Recently, we held honor assemblies for all the grade levels. This consisted of recognizing honor roll, attendance, independent reading, etc., etc. Each ceremony went very well, and the students were pretty well-behaved. It was great to have a moment where positive things were being discussed about our children. Too often we spend time disciplining and complaining about the things our children do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/1937499321120283344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=1937499321120283344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1937499321120283344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1937499321120283344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ball Game'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3629029715476900621</id><published>2009-04-23T21:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:22:48.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephone</title><summary type='text'>A random moment in mi vida loca...Somehow the conversations I have with people during the day never quite seems to capture the essence of what main points I was trying to make. A student is called to the main office or Guidance, they come in and sit, and then there is dialogue.Here's what I mean:Me: Hi, Sue. Come in and take a seat. Do you know why you were called down?X (we'll call our student </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3629029715476900621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3629029715476900621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3629029715476900621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3629029715476900621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/04/telephone.html' title='Telephone'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-5684456701931995844</id><published>2009-04-22T22:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:56:00.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaviness</title><summary type='text'>We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.~ Kenji Miyazawa  I would be lying if I sat here and shared that all was well and life was just peachy. In my own personal world, life is fine. I have found myself in a bit of a down atmosphere, which is affecting my spirit in many ways. However, there have been continuous words providing lessons to the experiences... This week a high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/5684456701931995844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=5684456701931995844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5684456701931995844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5684456701931995844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/04/heaviness.html' title='Heaviness'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-762934101107926826</id><published>2009-04-20T21:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:56:39.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort in Times of Sorrow...</title><summary type='text'>"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief." (v.18) Ecclesiastes 1:1-18It is amazing (my new word for the week) how awesome God is during times of grief &amp; sorrow. Today, I received some sad news on someone in my life who has cancer. It was totally unexpected and the person just happened to go to the doctor this weekend due to back pain. Who knew within a 48 hour </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/762934101107926826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=762934101107926826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/762934101107926826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/762934101107926826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/04/comfort-in-times-of-sorrow.html' title='Comfort in Times of Sorrow...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-1548436165152659500</id><published>2009-04-19T23:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:51:36.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment of Silence...to Cry Out</title><summary type='text'>Since Easter Sunday, the familiar words of a scriptural passage have kept resurfacing. If we don't cry out (to Him), the rocks will (Luke 19:40). Returning back from break, there were so many instances this week where there was need to cry out. It appeared that many came back sad, broken hearted, or more tired than when we left. One of my colleagues entered my office before the first bell could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/1548436165152659500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=1548436165152659500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1548436165152659500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1548436165152659500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/04/moment-of-silenceto-cry-out.html' title='A Moment of Silence...to Cry Out'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8160732966190061151</id><published>2009-04-13T18:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:27:00.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Moments...on a Monday...</title><summary type='text'>Well, the hours are ticking before the workweek comes to its start and break becomes just a memory. It's been a wonderful break with time to see old &amp; present friends, catch up on sleep, and do a little reading and reflecting.With it only being a day since the Easter holiday, I am hopeful to carry with me the lessons of my time of sacrifice. Reflection has brought renewal and I am prayerful to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8160732966190061151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8160732966190061151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8160732966190061151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8160732966190061151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/04/heavenly-momentson-monday.html' title='Heavenly Moments...on a Monday...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3300573520140364757</id><published>2009-04-11T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:20:03.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is...</title><summary type='text'>No matter how old I get or how many years go by, returning home offers a sense of peace that calms me. When I hit my exit from the interstate, familiarity breathes into my spirit and memories from my youth fill my head. I come home to the smells of what home has always smelled like. I sleep in my "big girl's bed" and the slumber is good. I rest. I relax. I take a break from life's struggles, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3300573520140364757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3300573520140364757&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3300573520140364757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3300573520140364757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-is.html' title='Home is...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7030910387413109106</id><published>2009-04-09T04:28:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:25:53.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chess, A Game Fit for a King</title><summary type='text'>Most of you followers of my blog know me well enough by now to know that I couldn't allow Passion Week to go by without pulling the trump card, some profound thought or epiphany. Not that this is a game for me--given my latter phrase--but words hadn't come to me until last night at church and then bright and early this glorious AM, a day many in the world recognize as Maundy Thursday.  (Work with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7030910387413109106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7030910387413109106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7030910387413109106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7030910387413109106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/04/chess-game-fit-for-king.html' title='Chess, A Game Fit for a King'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/Sd2zopjYGCI/AAAAAAAAACo/HkT7hats0Zg/s72-c/checkmate--king_has_one_more_move.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7492985250946531470</id><published>2009-04-08T16:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:43:51.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeps!</title><summary type='text'> Everyone has some type of guilty pleasure, and one of mine just happens to be Peeps. There was nothing better than having to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn for Sunrise Service knowing the Easter Bunny had made his visit, leaving me an awesome basket of goodies, including peeps. Though I dreaded making my way to church so early, I could look forward to playing with the fun items in my basket </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7492985250946531470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7492985250946531470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7492985250946531470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7492985250946531470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/04/peeps.html' title='Peeps!'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/Sd0QIlS5ZhI/AAAAAAAAACg/MxdMUfhm3hM/s72-c/peeps.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8797154778138447284</id><published>2009-04-07T16:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:27:32.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><summary type='text'>It only comes once a year, and you want to use it wisely without over or under doing any of the free moments and days given. I can't believe it's already Tuesday. How did we get to this point?!?This morning I allowed myself the chance to sleep in a bit. I upped, showered, and got dressed after my phone blasted me with morning texts and email messages. I made my way to work with a pep in step and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8797154778138447284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8797154778138447284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8797154778138447284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8797154778138447284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-2087699568967896649</id><published>2009-04-06T17:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:05:57.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glutton for Punishment, Perhaps?</title><summary type='text'>As I traveled through the valleys and mountains on Saturday headed to a friend/colleague's wedding, I was engulfed with memories of him. The last time I had traveled that route I was with him and hating every moment of the long trip, which could have easily been traveled taking the interstate. It's been years, yet suddenly a sadness came over me and I missed him. I wondered "what ifs" and it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/2087699568967896649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=2087699568967896649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2087699568967896649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2087699568967896649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/04/glutton-for-punishment-perhaps.html' title='Glutton for Punishment, Perhaps?'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-2788345411565721223</id><published>2009-03-25T02:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:31:20.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Wee Hour Thinking. Then Rest.</title><summary type='text'>Does walking in darkness provide a logical reason for also choosing to then walk backwards? Too often we allow the setbacks &amp; disadvantages of this life to pave the way for making more excuses. Are we then sabotaging ourselves by creating more obstacles and barriers simply because we can? Thinking it seems the logical, practical thing to do? Cripple myself more???I've been forced more recently to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/2788345411565721223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=2788345411565721223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2788345411565721223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2788345411565721223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/03/wee-hour-thinking-then-rest.html' title='Wee Hour Thinking. Then Rest.'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3977385510637780511</id><published>2009-03-23T22:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:32:49.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life in the Fast Lane</title><summary type='text'>RIGHT-OF-WAYTraffic signs, signals, and pavement markings do not always resolve traffic conflicts. A green light, for example, does not resolve the conflict between a car turning left at an intersection while an oncoming car is going straight through. The right-of-way rule helps resolve these kinds of conflicts. They tell the drivers who goes first and who must wait in different situations.I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3977385510637780511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3977385510637780511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3977385510637780511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3977385510637780511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the Fast Lane'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-1606159487157520349</id><published>2009-03-15T22:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:34:36.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm'/><title type='text'>DayLIFE Saving Time</title><summary type='text'>The second Sunday in March is the start of Daylight Saving Time for North America. At 2 A.M., we lose an hour of sleep; however, our days become longer in that we have more daylight.While I hated losing an hour, it is nice to begin leaving out of work with it still appearing to be light outside. This past week will not really count for me since I had to keep later hours in preparation for testing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/1606159487157520349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=1606159487157520349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1606159487157520349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/1606159487157520349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/03/daylife-saving-time.html' title='DayLIFE Saving Time'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-5827723497797516278</id><published>2009-03-03T22:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:43:09.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desiring God: It's in Storage</title><summary type='text'>Before I move into my thoughts for the evening, I should do some small time rambling about the current events of today. I need to have something to look back on and relate to my minute world when I read the archives, so here goes...Happy Square Root Day! 03.03.09...Yes, we haven't had one of these since 2004, and we won't have another Square Root Day until April 4, 2016. Enjoy it while it's hot. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/5827723497797516278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=5827723497797516278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5827723497797516278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5827723497797516278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/03/desiring-god-its-in-storage.html' title='Desiring God: It&apos;s in Storage'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7695036056715265898</id><published>2009-03-03T05:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:41:52.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurts Like a New Pair of Shoes...</title><summary type='text'>God created us for His glory, yet there are days when I feel so inadequate. Like a cat on a ferris wheel (Yep, I've been watching too much Cosby Show--Thanks, Theo!), I'm fearful. I'm like a child anxiously waiting with excitement. However, in this case it is also like a new pair of shoes; it hurts...There is great excitement and pride with a new administration for our nation. Yes, it shows that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7695036056715265898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7695036056715265898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7695036056715265898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7695036056715265898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurts-like-new-pair-of-shoes.html' title='Hurts Like a New Pair of Shoes...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7875168907414235486</id><published>2009-02-18T22:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:29:52.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>"Frenemies"</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon I sat in the Guidance Office of one of our counselors with approximately five young ladies who were in midst of life drama instead of focusing on their true purposes for being in a school building, which is to learn. The rumor mill had struck again, and the lovely young ladies were guilty of tragedy that had put their friendships at jeopardy for the hour. I sat there feeling like a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7875168907414235486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7875168907414235486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7875168907414235486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7875168907414235486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2009/02/frenemies.html' title='&quot;Frenemies&quot;'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7352077690287116528</id><published>2008-10-19T21:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:08:03.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord'/><title type='text'>Matters of the Heart</title><summary type='text'>...Every opportunity is given to choose right. Somehow I continue to take the challenge. Only time will tell; however, history is one of the best predictors of future behavior. So I walk slowly into this knowing I'm taking a risk and even shutting doors of opportunities...I pray this journey will be different from times before; I'm told it just may be. Why am I sitting here, though, feeling like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7352077690287116528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7352077690287116528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7352077690287116528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7352077690287116528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/10/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters of the Heart'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4823352643034820601</id><published>2008-10-11T23:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:31:39.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Her Life</title><summary type='text'>One weekend you're celebrating life and the joining together of two as one. Two mothers excited that their children have found true love in each other and are transitioning into the next phase of life. The following weekend you're watching a mother mourn the loss of her fourteen year old child and only daughter in a high school auditorium of classmates, teachers, and community. We all sit with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4823352643034820601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4823352643034820601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4823352643034820601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4823352643034820601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebrating-her-life.html' title='Celebrating Her Life'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/SPFpsJYpRlI/AAAAAAAAACI/979vct2bVWo/s72-c/marissacanady100508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-9039124883238562530</id><published>2008-09-30T21:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:18:01.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><summary type='text'>The school year is now well into the transitional phase and we've already arrived at interim. The honeymoon period has come to a close and the referrals and discipline now need addressing. With the slightest blink, twenty more emails pop up. As I make one appointment, there are at least three other parents requesting the same attention and needs. And, with every kind, supportive parent, there is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/9039124883238562530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=9039124883238562530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9039124883238562530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9039124883238562530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/09/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4905772727756492313</id><published>2008-08-21T23:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:21:27.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflect &amp; Remember. Learn Then Grow.</title><summary type='text'>Okay. I have a headache that is causing me to squint...Is that the word I want, "squint"??? UGH...pain...much pain.All right, this is a brief entry. It's a reflection for self growth and later reflecting. You know, metacognitive?No, really, I am going to get it out! The thought for the day--or question, rather, is: Do you ever do the right thing but still feel guilty about it?The response to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4905772727756492313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4905772727756492313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4905772727756492313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4905772727756492313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/08/reflect-remember-learn-then-grow.html' title='Reflect &amp; Remember. Learn Then Grow.'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8400987260820989884</id><published>2008-08-16T23:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:48:27.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>o8.o8.o8 ~ the olympics</title><summary type='text'>We read about Super Heroes in comic books. You know, Incredible Hulk, Batman, Spiderman? In the theatres, Will Smith just did an amazing film based on a Super Hero, Hancock. While it'll likely not win any awards, its plot is certainly one that any literary fanatic could appreciate; I would love to use it in teaching a course. This year's Olympics are in Beijing, and tonight Michael Phelps of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8400987260820989884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8400987260820989884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8400987260820989884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8400987260820989884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/08/o8o8o8-olympics.html' title='o8.o8.o8 ~ the olympics'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4578153556316546770</id><published>2008-08-13T23:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:54:44.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Nun' on the Love Boat</title><summary type='text'>Does he like me? Can he hang with my family &amp; friends? Can I take him around my colleagues? What do we have in common? Am I in like, lust, or infactuation? Is he marriage material? Does he understand my work? Does he know my name? Am I ready to settle down? Am I just too picky?More often than not I find these questions popping up all over the place. I usually try to fight the feeling, focusing on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4578153556316546770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4578153556316546770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4578153556316546770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4578153556316546770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/08/nun-on-love-boat.html' title='&apos;Nun&apos; on the Love Boat'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-9085982802651869010</id><published>2008-08-06T22:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:19:23.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Too Many Times...</title><summary type='text'>You can tell me all you'd like that it's about heritage and that it's no big thing, but every time I see the confederate flag I am reminded of a history that destroyed people that look like me and still find us inferior. So you can imagine how I've been feeling a little more recently with the showings of this sign of "heritage."Don't get me wrong. I grew up in a town where kids I walked down the </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.abolishthenword.com/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.huffingtonpost.com/star-jones/bill-oreillys-throwing-_b_88115.html?page=10' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/9085982802651869010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=9085982802651869010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9085982802651869010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9085982802651869010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-too-many-times.html' title='One Too Many Times...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/SJpiIIYr9RI/AAAAAAAAABo/PD_XiG2-Hog/s72-c/confederate_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4935071771505019512</id><published>2008-07-25T19:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:06:52.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway to Heaven...or so it seems...</title><summary type='text'>Well, this spring and summer have kept me particularly busy on the weekends...so much that I have been neglecting being in my church on Sundays, Wednesdays, or any other time of the week. I've been in other churches or traveling on Sundays, and I have found myself feeling like a stranger when I enter the parking lot of my church.In fact, about three weeks ago when I happened to be at my church, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4935071771505019512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4935071771505019512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4935071771505019512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4935071771505019512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/07/highway-to-heavenor-so-it-seems.html' title='Highway to Heaven...or so it seems...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-5097990124297421586</id><published>2008-07-16T00:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:28:27.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasteless and Offensive</title><summary type='text'> The New Yorker recently featured a satirical cartoon editorial of presidential candidate Barack Obama and his wife (Michelle). Here is a link to one article that covered the story: New Yorker cover depicts Obama as Muslim, wife as armed terrorist; stirs outrage all around.I am also going to encourage you wonderful readers of my blog to check out this piece written by one of my girlfriends, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/5097990124297421586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=5097990124297421586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5097990124297421586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5097990124297421586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/07/tasteless-and-offensive.html' title='Tasteless and Offensive'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/SH2EhibC1aI/AAAAAAAAABc/egV0SO_oSUk/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-2642440352463127870</id><published>2008-07-11T23:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:51:59.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>frivolous fridays</title><summary type='text'>I have always looked forward to my Fridays during the summer. Unlike the normal school year, I work 10+ hour work days, Monday through Thursday, to secure Fridays for an additional day of play, rest and time for myself. (Side: I am convinced that education may be in better shape with longer days of school and three day weekends, but that's just me.)Today was different from my normal Friday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/2642440352463127870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=2642440352463127870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2642440352463127870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2642440352463127870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/07/frivolous-fridays.html' title='frivolous fridays'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3761405775163952872</id><published>2008-07-09T23:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:58:43.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lantern</title><summary type='text'>Dr. Ford,I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how cool you are. On a journey of darkness, I went to your workshop a few months ago, and you became the lantern guiding me on this path called a career.The eagerness I had for beginning a doctorate was restored as you spouted out facts that were meaningful and true. Addressing the state of education in this nation, you shared information about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3761405775163952872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3761405775163952872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3761405775163952872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3761405775163952872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/07/lantern.html' title='Lantern'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3279263921854615156</id><published>2008-07-03T00:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:58:59.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choice To Be...</title><summary type='text'>I spent a better part of my work day at The Colonial Services Board with a crisis specialist, student and mother. The family is experiencing many domestic issues and there are so many dynamics, from the student being a biracial child adopted by a white family to the adopted father passing away late last year to the adopted mother now officially dating the man she was having an affair with before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3279263921854615156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3279263921854615156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3279263921854615156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3279263921854615156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/07/choice-to-be.html' title='The Choice To Be...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-510826230702294807</id><published>2008-06-30T22:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:30:04.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love It When...</title><summary type='text'>Happy 91st Birthday, Lena Horne!!! *      *      *Unproductive Mondays will continue to come, but I find myself today reflecting on the goodness of more recent happenings. Despite the situations that could prove challenging, the defeat rest in the hands of those wonderful people around me who stay encouraged and faithful in the midst of the storm. They choose this route, knowing that to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/510826230702294807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=510826230702294807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/510826230702294807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/510826230702294807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-it-when.html' title='I Love It When...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/SGmi8eOZ4NI/AAAAAAAAABM/x5WFW8qxneY/s72-c/Lena-Horne--C10101637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4292083206606264632</id><published>2008-06-24T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:01:32.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pomp &amp; Circumstance, Talks, and Snapshots of Blessings...</title><summary type='text'>Eric just texted messaged that he is on the plane and headed to war. As I type, tears stream down my face. I am a million emotions at once, but what is true and steadfast are God's words and promises. Six months will come and go quickly.In the meantime, there is so much on my plate of "to dos"...So, my hiatus from blogging has now ended since things have slightly slowed down at work and I need to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4292083206606264632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4292083206606264632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4292083206606264632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4292083206606264632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/06/pomp-circumstance-talks-and-snapshots.html' title='Pomp &amp; Circumstance, Talks, and Snapshots of Blessings...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4458163652496596633</id><published>2008-05-13T22:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:32:54.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Conditioning</title><summary type='text'>"Every time I fail I assume I will be a stronger person for it. I keep on running figuratively and literally, despite a limp that gets more noticeable with each passing season, because for me there has always been a place to go and a terrible urgency to get there."-- Joan Benoit SamuelsonIt's one of my favorite quotes I stole from Hollis a few years ago that happened to be in her Instant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4458163652496596633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4458163652496596633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4458163652496596633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4458163652496596633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-conditioning.html' title='Spring Conditioning'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7903302908988735617</id><published>2008-05-11T22:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:51:36.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><summary type='text'>“Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly" – Anonymous   May has always been a month of reflection and renewal for me. The entries this month may not be as lengthy in words. Rather, I will deliver my thoughts through quotes, videos, song, etc. These broad ideas will work as reminders for me and will maybe be encouraging for you.This celebrated holiday, Mother's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7903302908988735617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7903302908988735617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7903302908988735617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7903302908988735617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8663478182910491360</id><published>2008-04-30T06:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:58:23.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics...</title><summary type='text'>Good Morning.Okay. I am struggling to type this entry out. It may be like one of those emails where you type all you are feeling and then delete or erase it before hitting send. I maybe need to keep this one under drafts or put it somewhere safe. (((pregnant pause))) I can't help it and feel very compelled to type and post in order to move forward with my day. And, it should be noted that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8663478182910491360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8663478182910491360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8663478182910491360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8663478182910491360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/04/politics.html' title='Politics...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4735370473252349024</id><published>2008-04-28T22:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:45:25.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever You Call Me...</title><summary type='text'>For the better part of my life I have spent my weekends involved in some type of enrichment program. All through elementary school it was church. I would show up for choir rehearsals or other activities with the youth. Once I got to middle school, I became a James Farmer Scholar. This organization carried me to high school. Almost every Saturday morning I would ride the school bus to (what was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4735370473252349024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4735370473252349024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4735370473252349024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4735370473252349024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/04/whenever-you-call-me.html' title='Whenever You Call Me...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4698513748529344924</id><published>2008-04-22T21:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:01:36.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, I Love You</title><summary type='text'>Try four days and nights in New York City as the administrator on duty...C'mon, I dare you. Our annual music department's spring festival was in New York this year. Our orchestra and band students went as a group, and our choir went as the other group. That put us at almost 200 kiddos from a middle school in Williamsburg, VA. Surprisingly, there were few issues with discipline, getting lost, etc.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4698513748529344924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4698513748529344924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4698513748529344924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4698513748529344924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-york-i-love-you.html' title='New York, I Love You'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4459102581104215556</id><published>2008-04-12T19:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:27:46.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family Away from Family</title><summary type='text'>It's moments like these that I never want to end. Vacation. I'd say it's one of the perks of being an educator. The holidays and breaks we get can truly be wonderful and tend to be right on time.This past year I officially tagged one of my past employers and her family as my "family away from family". Other than my own family I couldn't imagine too many others I would want to spend as much time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4459102581104215556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4459102581104215556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4459102581104215556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4459102581104215556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-family-away-from-family.html' title='My Family Away from Family'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3565606788647596684</id><published>2008-04-11T12:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:10:35.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts...I'm back!</title><summary type='text'>Okay...So between getting sick, celebrating a birthday, and being in a wedding, I have not been able to get on to blog. I have to transition myself back into my routine; I'm going to start with a survey: Random Facts...What is on your bed right now? Well, at home I have the bed made nicely with a blanket, towel &amp; washcloth for my sorority sister who will be staying at my place tomorrow evening. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3565606788647596684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3565606788647596684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3565606788647596684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3565606788647596684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-factsim-back.html' title='Random Facts...I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-5165446256611430640</id><published>2008-03-16T19:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:28:16.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Week</title><summary type='text'>Today is Palm Sunday, which begins Passion (or Holy) Week. It takes us into Resurrection Sunday, also known as Easter. Several events occurred in this historic week, but I am mostly in awe of the fact that this was the week that Christ truly exhibited His passion for man, giving His life for our sins. For those of that time, it was a week of preparation, expectations, and realizations. Today it </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.com/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;rlz=1T4DMUS_enUS243US244&amp;q=Passion+week' title='Passion Week'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/5165446256611430640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=5165446256611430640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5165446256611430640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5165446256611430640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/03/passion-week.html' title='Passion Week'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-8948427239878451705</id><published>2008-03-11T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:37:06.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And, I Exhaled...and Slept...</title><summary type='text'>Today is the FIRST day in a minute that I have left work before it being completely dark. Yes people, I know we lost that hour over the weekend to have our longer, lighter days. For the past three weeks my life has been consumed with testing. The preparation, the actual test days and make ups, and the packing up of the materials and accounting for everything have kept me from sleeping, tending to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/8948427239878451705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=8948427239878451705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8948427239878451705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/8948427239878451705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-i-exhaledand-slept.html' title='And, I Exhaled...and Slept...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-227513310587872570</id><published>2008-03-09T14:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:33:40.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Test</title><summary type='text'>51 wordsSpeed testI'd like to consider myself to be a pretty fast typer; however, I tried this site and found that my average came out to about 50. The worst score in the 40s and my best rate was in the 60s...I think I am faster than what this shows (smile). I'll go back to the site from time to time to see how I am doing!How fast do you type???</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/227513310587872570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=227513310587872570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/227513310587872570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/227513310587872570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/03/51-words-speed-test-id-like-to-consider.html' title='Speed Test'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-9092038706300690099</id><published>2008-03-09T13:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:32:20.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting March Madness Into Perspective</title><summary type='text'>For anyone who loves college basketball (like me), you're aware that March is the month where tournaments of elimination take place getting us to the final four best teams of the season. During March there are games taking place all day every day. It's a true high for those playing and viewing--what we could call the rising action or even climax of this event. It's absolute madness (in a good way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/9092038706300690099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=9092038706300690099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9092038706300690099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/9092038706300690099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/03/putting-march-madness-into-perspective.html' title='Putting March Madness Into Perspective'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4118682201729285577</id><published>2008-03-02T23:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:04:59.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><summary type='text'>Sadly, I feel I have had exposure to every reality television show on the air (to date). I don't know why I'm drawn to watching such filth and craziness. Perhaps it is that I feel better about my own life once I see what these folks are doing. I bet you are thinking I haven't viewed that many shows, so I thought I'd give the rundown of the shows I've seen more than once:1. American Idol2. Super </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4118682201729285577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4118682201729285577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4118682201729285577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4118682201729285577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/03/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-2526955791478822254</id><published>2008-02-19T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:43:54.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will They Say About Me When I Die?</title><summary type='text'>While I understand that death may be an uncomfortable topic of discussion for many, I can't say I've really ever had that issue. I think I may actually gain my sanity once I leave this world and have a bit of peace. Currently, I spend my days questioning so many things that occur and trying to understand my purpose in the midst of it all. And, Jesus usually responds quickly or there's some delay.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/2526955791478822254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=2526955791478822254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2526955791478822254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/2526955791478822254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-will-they-say-about-me-when-i-die.html' title='What Will They Say About Me When I Die?'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-7248785758638758498</id><published>2008-02-18T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:47:58.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Effectively Ineffective</title><summary type='text'>I spend a lot of time at work. During the week, I wake up early to try and beat most of the staff to the building. Once at work I prepare for the day, reading email, getting a little daily devotion, helping our front office staff with any issues, and plotting out the day. The hours go by quickly with meetings, discipline, phone calls, and observations. Then in the afternoons there are the usual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/7248785758638758498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=7248785758638758498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7248785758638758498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/7248785758638758498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/02/officially-effectively-ineffective.html' title='Officially Effectively Ineffective'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4383699256151376840</id><published>2008-02-14T23:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T20:24:17.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Greater Love..</title><summary type='text'>The most romantic day of the year has come and gone, but I think in the midst of so many events this week it was just a regular day for many. Married colleagues laughed at me when I inquired of their plans, and I heard things like, "Sweetie, we have kids" or "We've been married for 20 years. It's just another day."One of the volunteers for the mentoring program I help with had a cute story: His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4383699256151376840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4383699256151376840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4383699256151376840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4383699256151376840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-greater-love.html' title='No Greater Love..'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3623376117642363264</id><published>2008-02-12T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T19:40:05.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Day for William &amp; Mary</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3623376117642363264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3623376117642363264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3623376117642363264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3623376117642363264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/02/sad-day-for-william-mary.html' title='A Sad Day for William &amp; Mary'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-5412317367256243406</id><published>2008-02-10T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:30:55.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AWKWARDNESS</title><summary type='text'>So, I am a grown woman. Am I supposed to become obviously awkward in awkward scenarios? There will be awkwardness when you run into an old flame or someone you spent a lot of time with or haven't seen in a while. It is worse when you've never met that person before but shared that typed of "intimacy," which is what occurred today while I was shopping...I intentionally drove a couple of towns over</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/5412317367256243406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=5412317367256243406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5412317367256243406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/5412317367256243406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/02/awkwardness.html' title='AWKWARDNESS'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-4332581192672584304</id><published>2008-02-05T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:19:59.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me Audrey</title><summary type='text'> This week I received one of the nicest compliments I have had in a while. Isn't it amazing the power our words have? They make or break us, and the topic "words" has come up quite a bit lately. With words comes the ability to powerfully and effectively communicate. It's a strength that not everyone can have. I'll admit it's not one of my strengths! Getting back to this compliment...Monday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/4332581192672584304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=4332581192672584304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4332581192672584304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/4332581192672584304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/02/call-me-audrey.html' title='Call Me Audrey'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6klYomHlCI/AAAAAAAAABA/BI5bR_CKgzA/s72-c/audrey08zk7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-780020888065142712</id><published>2008-02-03T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:07:10.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girls</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I had to report to Tiffany's Bridal Shop to choose and get fitted for a dear friend's wedding. I traveled down to Newport News trying hard to follow the directions I received from the bride-to-be who is not very good when it comes to navigating. I had made a wrong turn and was running a bit late, so I decided to call one of my friends who is in the bridal party.As soon as I heard her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/780020888065142712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=780020888065142712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/780020888065142712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/780020888065142712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/02/mean-girls.html' title='Mean Girls'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223085891600741892.post-3495507634906343387</id><published>2008-02-02T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:06:37.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Learning Moment...</title><summary type='text'>Okay. I am having a technology moment. I just finished typing my blog entry for the day only to have it all disappear when I hit save and thought it had been published. Who knows where my thoughts just went off to!!!Lesson learned? I'll have to keep my thoughts in a word document and then transfer the entry into my blog account.On that note this is all you'll get from me for this evening. I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/feeds/3495507634906343387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8223085891600741892&amp;postID=3495507634906343387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3495507634906343387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223085891600741892/posts/default/3495507634906343387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kswann3.blogspot.com/2008/02/learning-moment.html' title='A Learning Moment...'/><author><name>SWANNS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NuCj-iBuU1c/R6KbrImHk8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fbTUcr7mOSo/S220/knice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
