<?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-5159328567295952280</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:37:46.692-08:00</updated><category term='incompetence'/><category term='engagement'/><title type='text'>Blog!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406330788408850685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V7NCbfdYMpU/R8Sgtgl-FhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/g_dGSQruKCc/S220/school+starts+135.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159328567295952280.post-8882557120562518706</id><published>2008-08-12T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:55:30.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><title type='text'>ENGAGED!!</title><content type='html'>The location: The Abraham pond behind my house, more specifically, on the red fishing dock:)&lt;br /&gt;The deed: proposal of marriage&lt;br /&gt;The day: Sunday August 10, 2008&lt;br /&gt;The time: Somewhere around 6:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally remembered what was said on this day when girls brains are all a frenzy!&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting on the dock just hanging out when I suggested that we head back home. Nic stopped me and said, "well, there's another reason why I brought you out here today" then he proceeded with the nervous exclamations about how cheesy he felt. Thats about the time when I knew it was coming. I started laughing nervously, the normal reaction for this moment is tears for most girls but anyone that knows me has to know that this reaction is virtually impossible for me. He continued his "proposal speech".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   "So, uh, we've been dating for like,&lt;br /&gt;four years know.......oh man I feel so cheesy....and I,uh,&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a good time for this now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then he got down on one knee and pulled out the most beautiful, sparkley ring I have ever seen and asked me to marry him. I was too busy with my nervous laughter to speak so I just nodded. He was still holding the ring box out and says "take the ring and I will put it on you" so I did it, later on realizing how risky that move could have been considering we were sitting on a dock with a mucky pond running underneath us. He put it on, concerned that it wasn't going to fit my hand and we did the usual post-engagement hugging and such. Eventually he asked me if I had even looked at the ring and I said no (I know I said it was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen, but I truly hadn't looked at it up to this point). He asked me if it even mattered and I said no, which is the truth. It doesn't matter what the ring looks like, it's the meaning behind it.  But it really is a gorgeous, sparkley marquise diamond ring. YAY! So that is my account of the engagement.&lt;br /&gt;Not extravagant but memorable nonetheless. That was the place where we first "connected". Our relationship has had a strange history with shoes. The first time we met, at one of our high school football games, the first thing he said to me was "Hey, I like your shoes". I wore those shoes as long as my mom would let me after that. Anyways, the pond was where I first asked him to tie my shoe because I didn't feel like bending over to tie it myself. Ever since then, I will request the shoe-tying services of him on a regular basis. I know, kinda silly and immature but it is just one of those things I guess.... He took me back to the beginning to ask for a new beginning. WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159328567295952280-8882557120562518706?l=nelsonkp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/feeds/8882557120562518706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159328567295952280&amp;postID=8882557120562518706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/8882557120562518706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/8882557120562518706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/2008/08/engaged.html' title='ENGAGED!!'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406330788408850685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V7NCbfdYMpU/R8Sgtgl-FhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/g_dGSQruKCc/S220/school+starts+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159328567295952280.post-3129259154079126851</id><published>2008-04-28T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:08:20.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial, Geneva;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So the son left and went to his father. "While the son was still a long way off, his father saw him coming. The father felt sorry for his son. So the father ran to him. He hugged and kissed his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Luke 15:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Arial, Geneva;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My son was dead, but now he is alive again! He was lost, but now he is found!' So they began to have a party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Luke 15:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I recently realized that this is one of my favorite passages in the Bible. I'm not sure why, it just seems to always stick in my head. When I think about it, it makes me happy because I know that I was that child that walked away, but I was welcomed back. It's a great feeling to know that even when I turn away, there is someone who will still be there when I come to my senses and return to where I'm supposed to be! 2 excellent songs that are  refer to this passage are "She walked away" by Barlow Girl and of course, "Prodigal" by Casting Crowns. I highly recommend both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159328567295952280-3129259154079126851?l=nelsonkp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/feeds/3129259154079126851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159328567295952280&amp;postID=3129259154079126851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/3129259154079126851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/3129259154079126851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-son-left-and-went-to-his-father.html' title=''/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406330788408850685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V7NCbfdYMpU/R8Sgtgl-FhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/g_dGSQruKCc/S220/school+starts+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159328567295952280.post-7412263620077754446</id><published>2008-03-16T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:50:56.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SB '08</title><content type='html'>So I spent my spring break in Warm Springs, GA. It was amazing! Basically I shadowed different health care professionals for the entire week, and I even got to work with my own patient all week! At the end of the week we had to give a patient history just like we would do in medical school. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a relief. I have been questioning whether or not medicine is really what I want to do for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; rest of my life, but after that week, I realized that it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; what I want to do. Everyday poses new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; and I get to spend my days thinking outside of the box! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the people I went with were all great! At first, I wasn't sure that I would get along with everyone but by the end of the week, we had all connected with each other. When we got back, it was really strange not to have interesting mealtime conversations with everyone. I'm anticipating our reunion party in the near future! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Last note, only 5 weeks left until freedom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159328567295952280-7412263620077754446?l=nelsonkp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/feeds/7412263620077754446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159328567295952280&amp;postID=7412263620077754446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/7412263620077754446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/7412263620077754446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/2008/03/sb-08.html' title='SB &apos;08'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406330788408850685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V7NCbfdYMpU/R8Sgtgl-FhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/g_dGSQruKCc/S220/school+starts+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159328567295952280.post-6611555041953275922</id><published>2008-02-28T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:27:59.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No good deed goes unpunished</title><content type='html'>I know, very cliche but I'm begining to wonder if there might be some truth behind it. I know so many people that do so much good but still get screwed over in the end. I mean, I know that there is a reason for everything and I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason. We all learn from the things that happen to us, good or bad. But it's really hard to look at it that way sometimes, especially when you are right in the middle of it, or when you are watching someone close to you go through it. I know God has a plan, I just don't understand what it is right now. I guess I'll just have to keep exploring. I need to learn to not sweat the small stuff and just grow from all of my experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have plenty to be grateful for, and in total honesty, I wouldn't change a thing in my past, I wouldn't wish for a thing to be different in my life because who knows where I would be now. I probably wouldn't have the same friends, or the same boyfriend, I would be a totally different person. I happy with who I am, I just wish I could help those who aren't happy with themselves. Oh well, maybe thats in the grand plan for me, I'm just not there yet.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159328567295952280-6611555041953275922?l=nelsonkp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/feeds/6611555041953275922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159328567295952280&amp;postID=6611555041953275922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/6611555041953275922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/6611555041953275922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-good-deed-goes-unpunished.html' title='No good deed goes unpunished'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406330788408850685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V7NCbfdYMpU/R8Sgtgl-FhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/g_dGSQruKCc/S220/school+starts+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159328567295952280.post-3651717365662030808</id><published>2008-02-26T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:22:15.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incompetence'/><title type='text'>Incompetence</title><content type='html'>I am continuously amazed with the incompetence of our leaders. I'm not talking about the big wigs in politics, I'm talking about the regular joes that somehow land positions in leadership when they obviously don't have the skills to be there. Is it because they can sell themselves well in an interview? Or maybe because they are best friends with the boss' daughter? I have no clue, but I think it's time for those people who actually have leadership skills to start utilizing them. What's the point of having leadership skills if you just let them sit in a drawer in the back of your mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159328567295952280-3651717365662030808?l=nelsonkp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/feeds/3651717365662030808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159328567295952280&amp;postID=3651717365662030808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/3651717365662030808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/3651717365662030808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/2008/02/incompetence.html' title='Incompetence'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406330788408850685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V7NCbfdYMpU/R8Sgtgl-FhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/g_dGSQruKCc/S220/school+starts+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159328567295952280.post-903565777397030060</id><published>2008-02-26T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:50:27.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Challenge</title><content type='html'>So, I'm taking Noel's music challenge and here are my 10 songs:&lt;br /&gt;1)Call Me Irresponsible- Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;2)Snow White Queen- Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;3)Route 66- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;4)Grow Up and Blow Away- Metric&lt;br /&gt;5)In His Eyes- from Jekyll and Hyde&lt;br /&gt;6)Through the Dark-KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;7)Save the Last Dance for Me- Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;8)Headlock- Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;9)Say Goodbye- Skillet&lt;br /&gt;10)Miracle Maker- Delerious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I have a pretty wide range of musical taste! Enjoy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5159328567295952280-903565777397030060?l=nelsonkp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/feeds/903565777397030060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159328567295952280&amp;postID=903565777397030060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/903565777397030060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159328567295952280/posts/default/903565777397030060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonkp.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-challenge.html' title='Music Challenge'/><author><name>KP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05406330788408850685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_V7NCbfdYMpU/R8Sgtgl-FhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/g_dGSQruKCc/S220/school+starts+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
