<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 06:27:34 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Marlene Medina</title><description>17 going on 30...</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-874794222632975372</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T20:33:56.333-07:00</atom:updated><title>. It's official! I have an actual license! =D</title><description>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1NDE5NTIzMTg4OSZwdD*xMjU*MTk1MjUyOTQxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1lMzFkYjAxYWNiMTU*MzA1OWZmMjQ*MWQyMTRkMjJjOSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitgoo.com/3tvo3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/ws9snt_th.jpg" alt=". It's official! I have an actual license! =D"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="/u/MarleneMedina"&gt;MarleneMedina&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;. It's official! I have an actual license! =D &lt;a href="http://twitgoo.com/3tvo3"&gt;http://twitgoo.com/3tvo3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-874794222632975372?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-official-i-have-actual-license-d.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-829058704954300276</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 07:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T00:46:49.186-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1NDAzNzU3MjM5MCZwdD*xMjU*MDM3NjA2NzgxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*5ZDIwODY4ZDE5OWI*ZmFmYmYxNGM2NTQ1MWM2NmU2MyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/Mobile%20Uploads/?action=view&amp;current=1253821178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/Mobile%20Uploads/1253821178.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-829058704954300276?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/photobucket_27.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-1457605202192743142</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T15:13:44.610-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mother -Daughter</title><description>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MTg*NDY3OTE1NiZwdD*xMjUxODQ*NzIyMjgxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1jMTJkMjhkNzJlNjU*ZjNjODVlNDNmZWIyZjNhM2YzNSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/Mobile%20Uploads/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1251844437.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/Mobile%20Uploads/1251844437.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom taught me how to use her sewing machine to help her sew some handkerchiefs she made for a woman's retreat. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-1457605202192743142?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2009/09/photobucket.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-464094845147516450</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T03:30:25.833-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jerry Spinelli</title><description>I LOVE Spinelli's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Stargirl&lt;/span&gt; series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book to anybody; especially young girls. Stargirl is a teenage girl who truly loves on people, and genuinely cares about others. She lives a life that is unlike anybody in her town; and the world for that matter. She always puts others before herself. She is the opposite of selfishness, pride, and greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these books. They're easy to read and understand. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SmUDtuQXfpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_bhs_ebqo-4/s1600-h/3703396568_e5a0c74477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SmUDtuQXfpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_bhs_ebqo-4/s200/3703396568_e5a0c74477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360695015500119698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Through Stargirl, you're challenged to re-evaluate your love of material things.  Stargirl is a good example of integrity, kindness, courage, humility, and a person who lives life one day at a time. When she starts going to public high school, she is faced with a high degree of opposition. At first, everybody wants to be her friend, but later when they realize that she is "uncool", everybody turns their back on her. And she's forced to decide if she's going to conform to everybody else, or live by her own convictions at the price of being liked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-464094845147516450?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/jerry-spinelli.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SmUDtuQXfpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_bhs_ebqo-4/s72-c/3703396568_e5a0c74477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-5943863372983692471</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 23:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T14:49:33.228-07:00</atom:updated><title>the five people you meet in heaven by Mitch Albom</title><description>My 2007 fall semester at NSC, I saw a table labeled "FREE BOOKS" and you know that's enough to get my attention. They were all the same book; "the five people you meet in heaven" by Mitch Albom.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "Okay? I might never read this, but it's free, so what the heck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 years later, and I finally read it! It turns out this book's a lot more popular than I first thought. But then again, if they're giving out free copies of it at a community college in Nevada, it must be popular (or horrible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SmT-gaZPf6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/9UMbj2O9WeM/s1600-h/mitch-albom-the-five-people-you-meet-in-heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SmT-gaZPf6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/9UMbj2O9WeM/s200/mitch-albom-the-five-people-you-meet-in-heaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360689289272197026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked about this book:&lt;br /&gt;1. Easy read!&lt;br /&gt;2. Short!&lt;br /&gt;3. Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;4. It doesn't promote, or degrade, after-life beliefs. This book is more about the life of an old man named Eddie, and how people in your life who at the time seem insignificant, can actually turn out to have played a crucial role in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This novel was cute. It was cool how everything unfolded; very creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-5943863372983692471?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/five-people-you-meet-in-heaven-by-mitch.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SmT-gaZPf6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/9UMbj2O9WeM/s72-c/mitch-albom-the-five-people-you-meet-in-heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-4015793517422163650</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T19:08:54.702-07:00</atom:updated><title>Night by Elie Weisel</title><description>&lt;!--- blog subject ---&gt;I first heard about this book in Hist 102 last year when it was recommended by my history professor during our WWII lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our student ministries Garage Sale, when we were cleaning up, I found a copy! I got to take it home for free! Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody that knew I was reading it said things along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;'I love that book'&lt;br /&gt;'I read that book in high school'&lt;br /&gt;'It's such a good book'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I really is a great book.&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely worth reading.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SlVQmuhkTnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bXqUoYcguk4/s1600-h/night-wiesel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SlVQmuhkTnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bXqUoYcguk4/s200/night-wiesel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356275958081146482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shook me the most was his Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech at the very end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As long as one dissident is in prison, our freedom will not be true. As long as one child is hungry, our life will be filled with anguish and shame. What all these victims need above all is to know that they are not alone; that we are not forgetting them, that when their voices are stifled we shall lend them ours, that while their freedom depends on ours, the quality of our freedom depends on theirs.&lt;br /&gt;Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of when I read that last sentence is:&lt;br /&gt;"My life no longer belongs to me; it belongs to the One I need desperately."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-4015793517422163650?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-by-elie-weisel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SlVQmuhkTnI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bXqUoYcguk4/s72-c/night-wiesel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-8007604784098707434</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 22:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-14T14:23:39.496-08:00</atom:updated><title>Myspace</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SUWHQpPoZyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lSD6KeMjXac/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 61px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SUWHQpPoZyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lSD6KeMjXac/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279774858180847394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally got a Myspace again... &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=430995581"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm updating my blog on there which is called:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog&amp;amp;Mytoken=33451A7A-1384-496E-BB6A145209B90553128857073"&gt;17 going on 30... camera phone diaries&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That will have daily updates with pictures I take on my phone. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-8007604784098707434?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/12/myspace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SUWHQpPoZyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/lSD6KeMjXac/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-7111255977651607635</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 04:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T21:31:02.387-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kitty Gets Baptized!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SO2IMgtnWTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d-hibfxCAFg/s1600-h/noname.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SO2IMgtnWTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d-hibfxCAFg/s200/noname.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255006088732301618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This last weekend I got to go to California with my family. My &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/gilbertomedina"&gt;Dad&lt;/a&gt; was singing at few churches, including the church that my parents pastored for &lt;u&gt;17 years&lt;/u&gt; before moving to Las Vegas (our current location) to start a Hispanic ministry with &lt;a href="http://south-hills.org/"&gt;South Hills&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cousin/sister&lt;/span&gt; (we're connected at the hip) wanted my Dad to baptize her, and he worked it out so that he could do it this weekend, and I got to be there!! I was so excited, and so was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the baptize-ee) hung out all day, everyday I was there, and barely slept because of all the places we drove to with my Dad. Here's a pictures of us (isn't she beautiful?). I was chewing gum in this picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SO2HF_44VAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tLEh6G1ITFQ/s1600-h/DSCN2971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SO2HF_44VAI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tLEh6G1ITFQ/s200/DSCN2971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255004877330338818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-7111255977651607635?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/10/kitty-gets-baptized.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SO2IMgtnWTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/d-hibfxCAFg/s72-c/noname.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-547123625783067341</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T00:02:08.025-07:00</atom:updated><title>Phil Wickham VS. Lincoln Brewster</title><description>On Monday (Sept 29) I went to a free, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Phil Wickham&lt;/span&gt; concert!! It was at the Valley Christian Bible Fellowship in town. My phone was dying, so I couldn't take any pictures of him, but my friends got a bunch. It was an acoustic performance, and the crowd was about 70-90 people (I think). We got some GREAT seats down front, and I sat with all of my girlfriends. In between songs, Phil would talk to us and we even took a moment to pray for a Canadian girl in the crowd who was going to Sudan in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he asked if anybody was from California, and me and my girls all yelled saying, "Yea! Whoo hoo!". And he was like, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Okay we got a few people from California. Do you guys live here, or did you travel together? You're all sitting together&lt;/span&gt;". And we said that, yes, we do live in Las Vegas, but we all originate from California, and I said, "Yea, California girls find each other" He thought I said, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;California girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; each other&lt;/span&gt;" Hahahahah! And then we said we were sitting together because we're from the same church (&lt;a href="http://south-hills.org/"&gt;South Hills&lt;/a&gt;) and he was like, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wow, so the whole church moved to Las Vegas together?&lt;/span&gt;". Hahaha. It was funny. And I cried so many times during worship. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;'s songs really struck a chord. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was awesome. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Phil Wickham&lt;/span&gt; has a very special anointing that is completely undeniable. He sings with a heart that is very similar to the one my Dad sings with. It's been a long time since I've been around somebody like that besides my Dad. We stayed around after the concert to chat with him, and he was super-cool and chill. We didn't want to faun over him, we just wanted to hang out, and he allowed us to do both (we couldn't help it)!! All my friends and I cried during the worship, and I'm so blessed that I was able attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SOW_Q4OLohI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nzkuHgn1iLo/s1600-h/noname.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SOW_Q4OLohI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nzkuHgn1iLo/s320/noname.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252814837088231954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday (Oct 1), I went to a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lincoln Brewster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at a local Central Christian Church. I had never been to Central Christian, and it's &lt;u&gt;huge&lt;/u&gt;. We thought we were going to have to roam the parking lot for hours to find a parking space, but park-help was very organized and we parked almost right as we pulled in. When we walked in the "main auditorium", it was even HUGER (yea, I know it's not a word) than I expected. We took a long time, but found seats in the stadium-esque part of the room that is so FAR from the stage-especially compared to the intimate setting of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Phil Wickham&lt;/span&gt; concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/span&gt; came out with his band (amazing) for a few songs, and then we were officially welcomed by a pastor, but it was hard to listen to him because there were loud people &lt;u&gt;all over the place&lt;/u&gt;. But later on, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/span&gt; quieted everything down, and he really spoke out to everybody individually. So even though I felt like an ant, and he was the size of a mouse (from where I sat) he had a way of making me feel like he was talking to &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/span&gt; totally rocked the house for Jesus. We had to sneak out during the encore because we didn't want to get trapped in traffic, so I didn't get to meet him (like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt;). BUT, I did get to snap some pictures (my phone was alive). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SOXAK_ITyKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yRQbMJRpYBs/s1600-h/noname-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SOXAK_ITyKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yRQbMJRpYBs/s320/noname-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252815835375061154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I loved &lt;u&gt;both&lt;/u&gt; concerts for different reasons. I have a new found appreciation for both &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Phil&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;, and all talented, loving, and anointed worship leaders. They both expressed their gratitude to be able to worship with us, and it was a big blessing for me to be there. In their music, words, and character, they project so much praise to God, that it's totally &lt;i&gt;undeniable&lt;/i&gt; to anybody in the room.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way, yes, we are on a first-name basis. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-547123625783067341?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/10/phil-wickham-vs-lincoln-brewster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SOW_Q4OLohI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nzkuHgn1iLo/s72-c/noname.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-8576362901441520066</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-01T21:10:13.889-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tijuana, Baja Cali, Mexico</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, I went to Tijuana with my Dad, Edlin, and Kristy! We had so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad sang at a few different places, and we ate tacos all day, everyday. Kristy, a super-white girl (hahahahaha) didn't even get sick (until the day she got home, anyway)! She was such a trooper, and she ate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; like a &lt;u&gt;champ&lt;/u&gt;. This is a picture of a high-value salt shaker and toothpick dispenser they had at a local taco stand (they're Gerber food glass containers). I took so many pictures when I was there, and you can find some &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/marlenemedina"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/gilbertomedina"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but there are just too many to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SNwTpc0-wpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LEdZ-O3wcPE/s1600-h/noname"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SNwTpc0-wpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LEdZ-O3wcPE/s320/noname" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250092868441129618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-8576362901441520066?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/09/tijuana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SNwTpc0-wpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LEdZ-O3wcPE/s72-c/noname' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-6125624456361059045</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 20:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-13T14:03:28.195-07:00</atom:updated><title>What's on your face Dad?</title><description>The other day, I was looking for my Dad and I found him downstairs watching TV with Diego. The very first thing I noticed, was that he had a UFO (unidentified face object) and said: &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Papi, what's on your face?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; "Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Um, yes, you do Dad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; "No mija, it's your eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Get up right now, and go look at yourself in the mirror Dad! And don't take it off until I can take a picture of it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he saw himself in the mirror, he had all of this black stuff on his face! We were &lt;u&gt;craking &lt;b&gt;up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; because he had no idea. In this picture, you can't really see it, but it was &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; worse in real-life, trust me. We tried to find out where it came from, but we didn't figure out until it was night time. &lt;u&gt;The culprit&lt;/u&gt;: our kitchen swivel-chair was producing black dust out of the paint in the swivel-piece. We cleaned it up, but it was so funny when I found him like that. He had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMwpeLi9o1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/A4H3AlddlWU/s1600-h/noname.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMwpeLi9o1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/A4H3AlddlWU/s320/noname.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245613264452035410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-6125624456361059045?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-on-your-face-dad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMwpeLi9o1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/A4H3AlddlWU/s72-c/noname.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-6135679126087322344</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-23T01:05:23.590-07:00</atom:updated><title>Questions</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMSDjvucG-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/E2_wPIkpNBo/s1600-h/noname.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMSDjvucG-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/E2_wPIkpNBo/s320/noname.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243460516296006626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Thursday at Jacob's Well (college age ministry at &lt;a href="http://south-hills.org/"&gt;South Hills&lt;/a&gt;), there was a night dedicated to asking &lt;u&gt;any&lt;/u&gt; questions about God, or anything to do with beliefs, morals, church, or religion. We would text the questions to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/drdodgeball"&gt;Chase's&lt;/a&gt; cell phone, and he would present them to 3 of our pastors: &lt;center&gt;Pastor &lt;a href="http://thebensonjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.south-hills.org/component/option,com_contact/task,view/contact_id,6/Itemid,53/"&gt;Bret&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.south-hills.org/component/option,com_contact/task,view/contact_id,8/Itemid,53/"&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;center&gt;(listed as pictured... and by age).&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great to have this event, and I'm down for having another one. It's such a great opportunity for any person to ask those burning questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-6135679126087322344?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/09/questions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMSDjvucG-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/E2_wPIkpNBo/s72-c/noname.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-4475924257249222248</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 08:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-10T01:41:58.770-07:00</atom:updated><title>Taste the Rainbow...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMDsEiuqEzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-kF1xokbe_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMDsEiuqEzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-kF1xokbe_Y/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242449529045390130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On our drive home to Vegas (from Salinas, CA) I spotted my first rainbow in a &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; long time! I hadn't realized that in Las Vegas, I don't get to see rainbows often (or EVER). So when I saw this one, it nearly took my breath away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMYXgRxYL_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/NcSwDqRD0G4/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMYXgRxYL_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/NcSwDqRD0G4/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243904659413282802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then I realized that it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;started/ended&lt;/span&gt; on the hill next to us!! I didn't spot a pot of gold, but it felt like I had.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-4475924257249222248?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/09/taste-rainbow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMDsEiuqEzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-kF1xokbe_Y/s72-c/IMG_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-7508388543957998045</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 08:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-07T18:15:43.122-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Kitty...</title><description>When I was in Salinas (talked about in previous post), my cousin/sister, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kitsies_b_ballin"&gt;Karina&lt;/a&gt; (or Kitty) came to the last day of the tour to San Jose with us!! I was happy to have her there because I hadn't seen her in over a year, and I love her so much!! We got to spend time together at the concert, and I was able to spend the night at her house my last day in California! We couldn't stay up late (like old times) because it was a school night for her (and me, but I missed my first day of school for that trip), and I was pooped from traveling, so we just went into comas at about 11pm. Still, it was amazing spending time with her, and her family. We tried to take a picture of us, but we (mostly, I) hated all of the ones we took. This one is the best one because I don't despise it completely. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMR8iNPlZWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-5UzNMjwps0/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMR8iNPlZWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-5UzNMjwps0/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243452793278522722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-7508388543957998045?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-kitty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SMR8iNPlZWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-5UzNMjwps0/s72-c/IMG_0261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-5014945440120841177</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 06:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T17:51:26.571-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>chuck e cheese</category><title>Los Hermanos Medina's Legacy Lives On</title><description>Last, last, weekend, I end&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ed up being able to travel with my Dad for the very last time before I got tied down with school. It was a bitter-sweet trip, but more &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; than bitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, my &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/gilbertomedina"&gt;Dad&lt;/a&gt; and I went to pick up my Tia &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/elviareyes"&gt;Elvia&lt;/a&gt; and my Tia Pati. At around 7am, we left for Salinas, CA for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celebracion 2008&lt;/span&gt; where both my Dad and my Tia's (Grupo MEDINA) would be singing (be cool, or carpool). Later, I found out the weekend would be a 3-day-mini-tour with:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/medinaespacio"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MEDINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/gilbertomedina"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Gilberto Medina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=275766769"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;United by 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=130216620&amp;amp;MyToken=5403d932-2889-483f-ae45-a642772c8dcd"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Yvette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lalitorres"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Lali Torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;click on name for websites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole concert was so &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!! All of the bands were super-cool, talented, and chill. The first night was in Salinas, second in Watsonville, and the third in San Jose.&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of weird being back to the county where I grew up. We drove up to Salinas a million times when we lived in King City. We stayed at a Best Western in Salinas right next to the only In&amp;amp;Out there, where my Dad used to take me after every dentist appointment . It was nice visiting, but I don't miss living there. I love Las Vegas. And I loved traveling with my Dad and my Aunts for my last trip. We all shared a suite, and my Tias are such awesome singers, and women of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Watsonville, my Dad invited my Aunts to sing a song with him like old times:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;back in the day before my Dad became a pastor in King City, they were "Los Hermanos Medina" in their teens, and had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; of success in the Hispanic Apostolic church. They were a christian band ministry when it was still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;unheard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; of to do something like that full-time. There weren't any young, Hispanic, Christian singers recording any type of music in the 1970s, so their music was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;very beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; of that. They recorded LPs and 8 tracks (old school!), and we have them hanging in our family music room at our house (come and see!). Yyvette and Lali Torres both recognize this, and throughout the whole weekend thanked and recognized my Dad and his sisters for paving the way for Hispanic, Christian singers around the world today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church they sang at in Watsonville knew &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Los Hermanos Medin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from the 1970s, so when they sang together again like old times, the poeple went NUTS. There were people &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;, and cheering. When the concert was over and it was time to sell CDs, the congregation came out and flooded our table for hand shaking, purchases, and testimonies. Some people were saying, "Your music has blessed me so much! When I first became a Christian, your music is what I would listen to. Thank you for singing your old songs!". My Dad re-recorded some of their old songs for that purpose: to provide even more blessings for those who still treasure the ministry of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Los Hermanos Medina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's always my honor to support my Dad and his ministry because it has been, and continues to be, such a precious blessing to the Hispanic Christians everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I was so super-sad that it was over. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Celebracion 2008&lt;/span&gt; was so awesome! God worked in the people who attended, those who participated, and me. I hope I can go to something like that again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when we arrived in Vegas, we met our family at&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Chuck E. Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! My nephew, Diego, was so excited! The Chuck E. Cheese we went to in Henderson was a lot smaller than the one in San Jose, CA (which is probably as big as a football field, or at least it felt like it when I was little), but we had fun anyway. We took so many pictures at the photo booth there. It only cost &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;1 token&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, so we went a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SL-KOEYrGhI/AAAAAAAAADc/wxSoZ1zYBvo/s1600-h/ndt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SL-KOEYrGhI/AAAAAAAAADc/wxSoZ1zYBvo/s200/ndt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242060465582578194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SL-KilNbcYI/AAAAAAAAADk/O7fJj0rEgrM/s1600-h/crdp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SL-KilNbcYI/AAAAAAAAADk/O7fJj0rEgrM/s200/crdp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242060817991168386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SL-LAV77jTI/AAAAAAAAADs/Tg7MocEJyBw/s1600-h/jdrc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SL-LAV77jTI/AAAAAAAAADs/Tg7MocEJyBw/s200/jdrc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242061329287318834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SL-LOxEmY1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bMlKOTAomnE/s1600-h/ryd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SL-LOxEmY1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/bMlKOTAomnE/s200/ryd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242061577089606482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-5014945440120841177?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-flys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SL-KOEYrGhI/AAAAAAAAADc/wxSoZ1zYBvo/s72-c/ndt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-5664102622423958118</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T00:38:31.174-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>crazy glue in my mom's eye</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>radio</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>The Bakersfield Experience</title><description>Last Saturday, my Dad and I were on our way to Bakersfield. We were going to spend the night there with my Tia Rebecca, and leave in the morning to Fresno where my Dad would be singing. When we'd driven for 2.5 hours (to Barstow), we got a call from my brother telling us that my Mom was in the emergency room because she'd put super-glue in her eye. . . !!! We could not believe it, and my Dad decided to turn around and come home. When we got back to Vegas at 9pm, my Mom had just gotten home after they'd been able to open her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that she'd woken up late for work, gone to her sink, and put in her "eye drops" which were actually &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; her eye drops. Since she's a nurse, and works at the nearest hospital to our house, her coworkers were teasing her, but helping her feel better, about her dumb mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fine now, but we had to wake up the next morning (Sunday) at 8 to leave, once again, toward Bakersfield, but now we had to go straight to Fresno. We made it to the first service at 2pm, ate, and headed for another service. We ended the day at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;, and then finally headed to Bakersfield. We were &lt;b&gt;so sleepy&lt;/b&gt;, but we made it (Thank God). Monday morning was my cousins' (Hanna and Donna!) first day of school, so I got to ride (not drive) them to school. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SK52YCu9zvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u6hoiJ-uv14/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SK52YCu9zvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u6hoiJ-uv14/s200/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237253572101263090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got in the car to go pick them &lt;i&gt;up&lt;/i&gt; from school, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;my Dad's song was playing on the radio!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Since Las Vegas doesn't have a variety of hispanic, christian radio, I never get to hear him on the radio. My cousins always get to hear him, but when I heard it, I screamed and called my Dad right away! I was so happy, and proud of him! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon we came home and my Mom's eye is still in recovery (but she's fine, Thank God).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-5664102622423958118?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/08/bakersfield-experience.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SK52YCu9zvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u6hoiJ-uv14/s72-c/IMG_0235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-7021812420517551275</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T14:18:45.980-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>funny moments</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><title>Turtle Story</title><description>The other day I woke up and my aunt, Yeya, said she needed to show me something. She told me to look at the pool, and there was a turtle chillin' at the bottom. "Una tortuga?" ["A turtle?"] I said, and my Yeya said, "[in Spanish] I don't know if it's real". My sister-in-law, Crystal, went out to see if it was real, and I held my baby nephew, Roman, for her. She stuck a pole in the water  to try to take it out, and it started &lt;b&gt;swimming!!&lt;/b&gt; It was definitely alive! She took it out of the pool, and me and my Yeya went to look for a box to put it in. I went upstairs and found a plastic box-like container. Crystal went online to see what type of turtle is was, and it was a Red Eared Slider turtle. Diego, my other nephew, was so excited, and would sit next to it and talk about how it was a turtle, it had ouchies (nails) on it's feet, and how we got it came from the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SKSXetRepsI/AAAAAAAAADA/DIwK86SVrYY/s1600-h/2577928001_5c8df9ed25_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SKSXetRepsI/AAAAAAAAADA/DIwK86SVrYY/s320/2577928001_5c8df9ed25_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234475220716136130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, my Mom got rid of it. I didn't get a chance to take a picture of it, but it was a little big bigger than this little guy I got off &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thepriince/2577928001/"&gt;dB Fotografy's photostream&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We still have no idea how it got in our pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-7021812420517551275?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/08/turtle-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SKSXetRepsI/AAAAAAAAADA/DIwK86SVrYY/s72-c/2577928001_5c8df9ed25_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-4231511689479878796</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T06:58:16.878-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>funny moments</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures</category><title>FIRST TIME ON AN AIRPLANE!</title><description>On Friday night, I got home late from VBS (Vacation Bible School for cute little kids) at my church. It took me &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a long time to start packing! I didn't sleep and left for the airport at &lt;b&gt;4 am&lt;/b&gt; with my Dad. We got there, walked around frantically, "checked-in" our luggage, "got" our boarding passes, and took a "trolly/bus/subway-type-thing" to our gate. The &lt;i&gt;"quotation marks"&lt;/i&gt; show my lack of knowledge of airport word-age.&lt;br /&gt;We got to our gate &lt;u&gt;2 hours early!&lt;/u&gt; Then we finally sat down, the sun came up, and a chocolate bar, Rolling Stone Magazine, and piece of gum, later, I starting boarding my &lt;b&gt;first plane!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJfdFOy9S1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5NMrVzkWHDI/s1600-h/IMG_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJfdFOy9S1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5NMrVzkWHDI/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230892574155033426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This first picture is the view from my window before we "took off". I got really nervous when we started going higher and higher because I'm afraid of heights, but pretty soon, we were so unbelievably high that I couldn't believe it. I felt like there was no way we were &lt;i&gt;that high&lt;/i&gt; off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got high enough to where we were above the clouds, I looked out and back behind the plane, and was in complete awe of what I saw! I'd never seen the top side of clouds like that! If it weren't for my seat belt, I might've floated out of my chair. It was my favorite part of the flight. Actually, it's tied with another part... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJgFoX4z0pI/AAAAAAAAACY/bnLl-Njo79k/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJgFoX4z0pI/AAAAAAAAACY/bnLl-Njo79k/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230937158356030098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the flight attendants, Ashley, was talking to us and asking us questions, and my Dad told her that it was my first time flying. The word spread and later another flight attendant came with a "first-time kid gift set" for me!! It came with a pair of plastic wings, pencil, luggage name tag, deck of cards (all sporting Southwest Airlines logos), and... the best part... a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;certificate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that all of the flight attendants signed! Then we found out Ashley had just finished her training, and it was her first official flight as an actual flight attendant, and we took a picture with her!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah. It was so funny. My Dad and I were laughing for days. I'm totally keeping the certificate forever! &lt;br /&gt;[I apologize for the blurry picture.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJgBbtJWK0I/AAAAAAAAACI/_wAtkbXowlw/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJgBbtJWK0I/AAAAAAAAACI/_wAtkbXowlw/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230932542677723970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip, to Reno, went really well, thank God. When we got there, we went almost straight to the park where my Dad would be singing. We were there &lt;i&gt;all day&lt;/i&gt;, and we were &lt;i&gt;so sleepy&lt;/i&gt; and hot. But in the middle of the day, C.J. and Sarah (Calvo) came to see my Dad!! It was so cool to see them in Reno now that they've moved from Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip was great, and I made it back alive! Thank God! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures from the trip can be seen at my&lt;a href="http://myspace.com/gilbertomedina"&gt; Dad's website&lt;/a&gt; &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; at my &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/marlenemedina"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-4231511689479878796?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-time-on-airplane.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJfdFOy9S1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/5NMrVzkWHDI/s72-c/IMG_0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-1180531566846250118</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 09:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T06:58:17.441-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures</category><title>I'm going to FLY!</title><description>So my &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/gilbertomedina"&gt;Dad's&lt;/a&gt; going to Reno this weekend, and he ended up being able to get me a plane ticket to go with him! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit nervous because it will be my &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;first time flying in an airplane!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited, and I'm glad that my first time will be with my Dad. &lt;br /&gt;In talking with friends, we realized that I haven't been to church (South Hills) in three weeks! And that's because I've been traveling/touring with my Dad on the weekends to places where he goes to sing. Let me tell you that I have the most awesome, uncomfortable, teary, loving, blessed weekends when I'm out on the road ministering to local hispanic churches! I get &lt;i&gt;tired&lt;/i&gt; sometimes, but I can only imagine how tired my Dad gets at juggling his job at the Home Depot, and his full-on singing ministry! So it's my honor to be part of a ministry that is out to encourage hispanic Christians across the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJLe_IivYkI/AAAAAAAAABo/oM_hKjnsy3o/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJLe_IivYkI/AAAAAAAAABo/oM_hKjnsy3o/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229487293536887362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this new thing; I carry my Bible with me. I used to carry a reference Bible with me. Then I went smaller, and bought one of those little Bibles that's only the New Testament. I used it a lot, but whenever I needed quick access to anything, I'd have a hard time finding things. So now I've been carrying my study Bible (the one I study daily) and I've been &lt;b&gt;loving&lt;/b&gt; it. While my Dad was singing this past weekend, I came across some really cool passages that touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to be a Senior in high school, and there's one question that I can't escape. It comes in many different disguises, but it's, "What do you want to be?". My Junior year has been filled with changing my mind about what my major will be, and what college I'll go to. One thing that I have to STICK in my head is the fact that I need to live just "one day at a time". And today I was at &lt;u&gt;Ross&lt;/u&gt;, looking for a gift in the house-stuff section, and I came across this frame with an &lt;b&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/b&gt; quote. I couldn't believe how cool it was, so I snapped a picture of it with my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJLgCHgISyI/AAAAAAAAABw/wVLJiA-VY0s/s1600-h/noname.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJLgCHgISyI/AAAAAAAAABw/wVLJiA-VY0s/s320/noname.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229488444308736802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lincoln makes me feel better about not knowing who I'll be in 5 years. I don't know what I'll be... but I'll be a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-1180531566846250118?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-to-fly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MqSFntQ1VMA/SJLe_IivYkI/AAAAAAAAABo/oM_hKjnsy3o/s72-c/IMG_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-9035810941370224724</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 07:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-23T00:48:19.862-07:00</atom:updated><title>WHOA!</title><description>It's been SUCH a long time since I've updated this! Honestly, I don't like the set-up very much. I think that's why I get discouraged to write in it. Maybe I'll look for another website? I don't know. Ok, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-9035810941370224724?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-1116172626764661175</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-27T13:46:34.075-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><title>First day of school...</title><description>Okay, so today was my first day of school. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took way too much time in the shower but managed to be at school on time! That's a step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually at the NSC (Nevada State College) library right now. &lt;br /&gt;I've only gone to my Math 96 and Bio 189 classes so far.&lt;br /&gt;I have an hour gap in between my next class; hence the visit to this dusty, old, blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well. I'm at an 8ths-life crisis (not exactly mid-life or quarter-life). I'm realizing how much money I don't have and how badly I need a computer. In order to get a computer, I need a job. I need a car to get a job. I need a permit to get a car. I need to pass the test for my permit. Now the eye-twitches settle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going off to my next class. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-1116172626764661175?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-of-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-958095823730942031</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-28T21:46:13.556-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>video</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>funny moments</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>Goodbye February...</title><description>I just wanted to post a super-cute picture of Diego and a video of us going nutz for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Picture:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/IMG_0213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/th_IMG_0213.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diego eating a lollipop. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Video:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hFUT_jx6z8g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hFUT_jx6z8g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I always laugh that way when I'm recording something (???).&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for going video-crazy lately. I'll try to control myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-958095823730942031?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodbye-february.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-8911127069125472313</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 02:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-21T18:04:17.372-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>video</category><title>Grammy Performance 2007</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPvNyJvRlXg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPvNyJvRlXg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Corrinne Bailey Rae, John Legend, and John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;Enough Said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drooled when I watched this! &lt;br /&gt;I love it with all of my heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-8911127069125472313?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2007/02/grammy-performance-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-7406887396465601971</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-24T15:15:48.207-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>video</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>funny moments</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>Never too old to swing...</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4lWPf9NrfU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4lWPf9NrfU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my parents... swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarassing, but undeniably funny. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-7406887396465601971?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2007/02/these-are-my-parents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3634439756588409169.post-3107736143167471718</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Feb 2007 22:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-08T20:45:45.644-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pictures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>family</category><title>T.G.I.F</title><description>Now that my Mom and Dad are working nights, my life is starting to go down-hill.&lt;br /&gt;I've woken-up late for school twice now. I've had ten minutes to get ready because I set my alarm at night and turn it off and go back to sleep in the morning. I'm too asleep to get up on my own. I can't do it! I need my Mommy =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; We got our first gig! Junior, Edlin, and me are going to lead worship at the Jr. High services at our church (South Hills Community Church is in a link to the right)!!! We're super-excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; I have some pictures of our new house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/IMG_0279.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/th_IMG_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a picture of where it's &lt;i&gt;going&lt;/i&gt; to be... and I'm NOT talking about the dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, if you click on the picture, you can see it bigger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; I &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; to post some pictures of my nephew, Diego, because he's too cute and we need to pass it around to the less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/IMG_0280.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/th_IMG_0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; definitely up to something (I'm talking about the shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/IMG_0290-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/th_IMG_0290-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy. His hair isn't this long anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/IMG_0324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/th_IMG_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa... X-rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/IMG_0202-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a78/kczmonkey03/th_IMG_0202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Diego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3634439756588409169-3107736143167471718?l=marlenemedina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marlenemedina.blogspot.com/2007/02/tgif.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marlene)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>