<?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-2607905727807170284</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:41:08.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Austria</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-398333943601271811</id><published>2011-11-16T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:59:36.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a8ce97a7b0b5115c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da8ce97a7b0b5115c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331617767%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D70E2C41E6F7168E99C2F43FC88EF3E3E22648A79.825694273C084E131439FD836ED9CC1AF7C05AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da8ce97a7b0b5115c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoJk58Khrr1I9_wotC_6aZoBR014&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short clip of worship at my church a couple weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-611a712b2181ccec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D611a712b2181ccec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331617767%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40A1D040B71591B23BE740DE48F998A4A40F8A21.6CE63206D935AB0147736EE8E0935AFCE71E3E63%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D611a712b2181ccec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmuD6QOtQq3uGAgSHUZ2_A7SWfrQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here we are dancing up to give our offering.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-398333943601271811?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/398333943601271811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=398333943601271811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/398333943601271811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/398333943601271811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-church.html' title='My Church'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-3596624834838825847</id><published>2011-10-31T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T05:42:27.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjg9FP_kbjs/Tq6Mv0sostI/AAAAAAAAAmY/s890NSfuB7c/s1600/SEW%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjg9FP_kbjs/Tq6Mv0sostI/AAAAAAAAAmY/s890NSfuB7c/s400/SEW%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669623734133633746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year we have a week set aside for Spiritual Emphasis Week.  Usually, we bring in a speaker from the States; however, this year a bunch of the teachers gave their testimonies.  The theme was “byHisDesign”.    A couple of teachers shared how God spared them from death, others shared about great loss in their life, while another shared about being excommunicated from his family after not following the ways of his denomination.  I was very nervous to tell my testimony and I was sick with mono at the time, but God gave me the strength to share about God’s faithfulness in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the week, we had many opportunities to pray with our students.  Several students gave their lives to the Lord and others recommitted their lives to Christ.  Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I was able to have a conversation with one of my French students about the gospel.  My testimony opened the door to talking about the hurts she has in her life.  I was able to share the gospel with her but she has not chosen to accept Him yet.  Please join me in praying that she would come to know the Lord and accept Him as her Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-3596624834838825847?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/3596624834838825847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=3596624834838825847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3596624834838825847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3596624834838825847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/10/sew.html' title='SEW'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjg9FP_kbjs/Tq6Mv0sostI/AAAAAAAAAmY/s890NSfuB7c/s72-c/SEW%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-914244716747950539</id><published>2011-10-15T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T05:42:48.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Sick in Austria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5TfVkGSnhg/Tq6PPCqAuzI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ERuXacpShQ4/s1600/DSCN5974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5TfVkGSnhg/Tq6PPCqAuzI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ERuXacpShQ4/s400/DSCN5974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669626469479922482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick in a foreign country is defiantly an experience.  The health care here is much different from that in the States.  I’ve tried about every home remedy the doctor could come up with.  After several doctors visits and trips to the diagnostic center, I was diagnosed with Mono.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sick since the second day of school and haven’t worked a full week all semester.  It was rough but I’m on the road to recovery and getting stronger every week.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how God has provided for me during this time.  There is a school psychologist here from the states that has been helping me to not fall behind on my paperwork and my two teacher aides are picking up the slack.  I’ve been so blessed to be able to stay at home and rest when I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned to not overwork myself and allow others to help me (a lesson that needed to be learned).  I’m so thankful for all those who stepped in to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-914244716747950539?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/914244716747950539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=914244716747950539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/914244716747950539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/914244716747950539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-sick-in-austria.html' title='Being Sick in Austria'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s5TfVkGSnhg/Tq6PPCqAuzI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ERuXacpShQ4/s72-c/DSCN5974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-589835619895763094</id><published>2011-09-30T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T05:44:26.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mKBZdEmle4/Tq6WRLI2fgI/AAAAAAAAAoo/hyJGPBUHLac/s1600/DSCN5621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mKBZdEmle4/Tq6WRLI2fgI/AAAAAAAAAoo/hyJGPBUHLac/s400/DSCN5621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669634202697891330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love teaching summer school.  This year the theme was "Sharks".  We read about sharks while working on comprehension and we went to an aquarium at the end of summer school.  Here we are using manipulatives to work on number sense.  Mona was here this year to help me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EudFYWRN5KM/Tq6VgwSyr7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/XHGvyNS0eCs/s1600/DSCN0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EudFYWRN5KM/Tq6VgwSyr7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/XHGvyNS0eCs/s400/DSCN0406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669633370858106802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played waterballon volleyball.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGBpzLDQp34/Tq6VQB4_OhI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/E-DAwtgNfQ4/s1600/DSCN0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGBpzLDQp34/Tq6VQB4_OhI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/E-DAwtgNfQ4/s400/DSCN0422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669633083523938834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LcRamrai-4/Tq6U1BBqXPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/NJFAjSPfDw0/s1600/DSCN0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9LcRamrai-4/Tq6U1BBqXPI/AAAAAAAAAoE/NJFAjSPfDw0/s400/DSCN0437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669632619435416818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did as much as we could outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCTSXsEXojw/Tq6UZ0HV6gI/AAAAAAAAAn4/vCyV5t7zHbc/s1600/DSCN0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCTSXsEXojw/Tq6UZ0HV6gI/AAAAAAAAAn4/vCyV5t7zHbc/s400/DSCN0438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669632152113113602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We focused on reading comprehension, reading fluency, writing strategies, and math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SB4lcc0HEJ0/Tq6TvAQshcI/AAAAAAAAAns/ZdwgsEBPXmQ/s1600/DSCN5674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SB4lcc0HEJ0/Tq6TvAQshcI/AAAAAAAAAns/ZdwgsEBPXmQ/s400/DSCN5674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669631416639194562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona taught the kids the "Baby Shark" song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCZWKZ0zywc/Tq6TFsXiAnI/AAAAAAAAAng/FHSc7sXPXa4/s1600/DSCN0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sCZWKZ0zywc/Tq6TFsXiAnI/AAAAAAAAAng/FHSc7sXPXa4/s400/DSCN0584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669630706924520050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Haus der Meers aquarium to see some sharks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVAvE2bqwug/Tq6SmeRYd-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/TqmY4H-ttv0/s1600/DSCN0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GVAvE2bqwug/Tq6SmeRYd-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/TqmY4H-ttv0/s400/DSCN0609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669630170564687842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overlooking Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGLjSVxWKuM/Tq6SHx9UqPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9LLc7pU8Vw4/s1600/DSCN5683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OGLjSVxWKuM/Tq6SHx9UqPI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9LLc7pU8Vw4/s400/DSCN5683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669629643273316594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Legos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDomfxXVz20/Tq6Rw5wAaYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/hi34NNkliZM/s1600/DSCN5700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDomfxXVz20/Tq6Rw5wAaYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/hi34NNkliZM/s400/DSCN5700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669629250227956098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in the Danube River.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-589835619895763094?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/589835619895763094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=589835619895763094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/589835619895763094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/589835619895763094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/10/summer-school.html' title='Summer School'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mKBZdEmle4/Tq6WRLI2fgI/AAAAAAAAAoo/hyJGPBUHLac/s72-c/DSCN5621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-5081459914877212919</id><published>2011-06-13T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T05:04:56.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>I had a day off of treatment to go to church and eat lunch with some friends in Cedar Rapids.  I've been eating some really good food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flhksQ36LJU/TfZy0A7qbVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-pQWWUWDr0U/s1600/DSCN5616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flhksQ36LJU/TfZy0A7qbVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-pQWWUWDr0U/s400/DSCN5616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617803823120280914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT would be a club sandwich with CHEESE, french fries fried in the same oil they fried something cheesy in, and coleslaw which might have had milk in it.  My brother's girlfriend, Whitney's parents took us out to eat and her mom was wondering why I was taking pictures of my food.  I also ate one of Whitney's pizza... covered in CHEESE!  Oh my goodness, it was greasy, salty, and delicious. MAN I've been missing out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvp0LgeWQp4/TfZypgptZ5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/eFyt6O7sdWo/s1600/DSCN5617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yvp0LgeWQp4/TfZypgptZ5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/eFyt6O7sdWo/s400/DSCN5617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617803642656352146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For desert, my brother got me a Drumstick.  I can't even remember the last time I had ice cream...or chocolate!  I haven't broken out from anything yet.  It's totally AMAZING!  Praise the Lord!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went back for my 7th and 8th treatments.  I was treated for laundry soup, fabric softener, fabric chemicals (that are in your clothes when you buy them), vinyl, car exhaust (I know right?), acrylic, sunscreen, pool chemicals, soap, and deodorant.  If it works, I will save lots of money not having to order my soap, sunscreen, and other things from a pharmacy up in Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In between treatments, I went to Panara and ordered a vanilla latte...everything in me wanted to say..."with soy milk".  I was actually scared to drink one with real milk...but I did and it was GREAT.  Now, I'm gonna have to start watching how much sugar I eat...  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-5081459914877212919?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/5081459914877212919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=5081459914877212919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5081459914877212919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5081459914877212919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-flhksQ36LJU/TfZy0A7qbVI/AAAAAAAAAmA/-pQWWUWDr0U/s72-c/DSCN5616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-7484435217522120508</id><published>2011-06-11T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:19:59.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>This morning, I went back for another treatment for milk, however, she told me I didn't need it.  So, I got treated for chocolate!!!  She tested me and said, "Oh, wow, you're actually allergic to the coca bean."  I know!  :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb said I should try putting some milk in my hands...see how I react...try putting some on my lips...see what happens.  So after my treatment, my brother and I went out for coffee.  I spred some skim milk on my lips like lip gloss and just waited.  I got a little itchy but thought, "I think it's just in my head."  So, my brother and I got a pretzel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol9a7Kf_4yg/TfOiMAw0pHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/pGQ6t-jHPLM/s1600/DSCN5614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol9a7Kf_4yg/TfOiMAw0pHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/pGQ6t-jHPLM/s400/DSCN5614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617011487508046962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the lady covered it in butter and salted it.  Then we dipped it in cheese.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkdRY7ygeuQ/TfOh8NBi-iI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LrjjtriWs8U/s1600/DSCN5615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xkdRY7ygeuQ/TfOh8NBi-iI/AAAAAAAAAlo/LrjjtriWs8U/s400/DSCN5615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617011215921510946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess we just wait, and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-7484435217522120508?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/7484435217522120508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=7484435217522120508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7484435217522120508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7484435217522120508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol9a7Kf_4yg/TfOiMAw0pHI/AAAAAAAAAlw/pGQ6t-jHPLM/s72-c/DSCN5614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-4818086597576993016</id><published>2011-06-10T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:10:55.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Time with my Brother</title><content type='html'>The best part about this treatment is that I get to spend time with my brother in between.  First we went shopping.  It's a good thing I don't live here...those two stores right next to each other could be dangerous for me!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52csLBJtJZ4/TfOgsDCMGII/AAAAAAAAAlg/3REDn6x7JHg/s1600/DSCN5606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52csLBJtJZ4/TfOgsDCMGII/AAAAAAAAAlg/3REDn6x7JHg/s400/DSCN5606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617009838850316418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After treatment, we went out for coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clEnpQMP-vU/TfOggB1B5mI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Qr7xPi7C4EM/s1600/DSCN5607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-clEnpQMP-vU/TfOggB1B5mI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Qr7xPi7C4EM/s400/DSCN5607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617009632368256610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made him play cards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CziX3VgrM6M/TfOgSoVUu4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tI3XsvxBUj4/s1600/DSCN5608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CziX3VgrM6M/TfOgSoVUu4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tI3XsvxBUj4/s400/DSCN5608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617009402186087298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...princess cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPLVFmycTGA/TfOgFr31hRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/rIVAvyqjU_s/s1600/DSCN5611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPLVFmycTGA/TfOgFr31hRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/rIVAvyqjU_s/s400/DSCN5611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617009179797849362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhsvCq7Omoc/TfOfxB3KkNI/AAAAAAAAAlA/F00Tw451Y4o/s1600/DSCN5612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhsvCq7Omoc/TfOfxB3KkNI/AAAAAAAAAlA/F00Tw451Y4o/s400/DSCN5612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617008824923361490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-4818086597576993016?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/4818086597576993016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=4818086597576993016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4818086597576993016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4818086597576993016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/06/spending-time-with-my-brother.html' title='Spending Time with my Brother'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52csLBJtJZ4/TfOgsDCMGII/AAAAAAAAAlg/3REDn6x7JHg/s72-c/DSCN5606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6291932813719409559</id><published>2011-06-10T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:01:02.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Here's a picture of Deb doing the treatment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf4nT0qRInA/TfOdKj1Fb1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/IlZjk-r-ty4/s1600/DSCN5604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf4nT0qRInA/TfOdKj1Fb1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/IlZjk-r-ty4/s400/DSCN5604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617005965003288402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was treated for iron, minerals, and calcium.  All these things need to be treated before I can be treated for milk.  They are considered "preliminary allergens" that need to be cleared first in order for the treatment to be successful.  Everything is treated in a specific order.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, on my way to the clinic I drove past that truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sEIYDk1WGS0/TfOeybakBkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/YnsjPYUZTpo/s1600/DSCN5605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sEIYDk1WGS0/TfOeybakBkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/YnsjPYUZTpo/s400/DSCN5605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617007749450958402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right...a dairy truck.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was my first dairy treatment.  I imagine I'll need a couple since I'm very allergic to milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6291932813719409559?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6291932813719409559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6291932813719409559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6291932813719409559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6291932813719409559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf4nT0qRInA/TfOdKj1Fb1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/IlZjk-r-ty4/s72-c/DSCN5604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6056713324697612422</id><published>2011-06-09T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T06:02:36.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Today, I started my allergy treatment.  This is the only picture I took.  Tomorrow, I'll ask to take more pictures.  I didn't want to freak her out on my first day. This is what the outside of the office looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0obqT1C2x0Y/TfIREKsrJwI/AAAAAAAAAko/SikrY72xd-c/s1600/DSCN5603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0obqT1C2x0Y/TfIREKsrJwI/AAAAAAAAAko/SikrY72xd-c/s400/DSCN5603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616570448573310722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given an allergy assessment.  I put on something like a blood pressure cuff that was hooked up to the computer.  She would click around and I would hear a beeping noise.  I then had to hold her hand down with my arm.  If I couldn't apply enough pressure to keep her hand down then she would write that down and treat me for sensitivities to that item.  The test showed that I had sensitivities to food phenolics, calcium, milk/dairy, iron, sugar, and chocolate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she treated me for food phenolics in the morning and for sugar in the afternoon.  After the food phenolics treatment I felt woozy and started to get a headache, but nothing too bad.  In the afternoon, after my sugar treatment, my stomach felt a little funny but nothing bad at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6056713324697612422?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6056713324697612422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6056713324697612422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6056713324697612422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6056713324697612422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0obqT1C2x0Y/TfIREKsrJwI/AAAAAAAAAko/SikrY72xd-c/s72-c/DSCN5603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-847794021074985909</id><published>2011-06-08T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T05:38:20.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdthZcSjb-E/TfIKftu67qI/AAAAAAAAAkI/SQaBZb-eBEg/s1600/DSCN5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdthZcSjb-E/TfIKftu67qI/AAAAAAAAAkI/SQaBZb-eBEg/s400/DSCN5589.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616563225253047970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I drove from Appleton, WI to Des Moines, IA.  I had the windows down, the music cranked loud, and I was loving every minute.  It's a beautiful drive especially in WI right before you cross the boarder into IA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5gxrovaqcQo/TfINzFZp_DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/r377fG5tNwI/s1600/DSCN5600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5gxrovaqcQo/TfINzFZp_DI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/r377fG5tNwI/s400/DSCN5600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616566856558705714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sign means, "I'm home."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHjHusEyt8Q/TfIO020u68I/AAAAAAAAAkY/tTyNAULN_u0/s1600/DSCN5601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHjHusEyt8Q/TfIO020u68I/AAAAAAAAAkY/tTyNAULN_u0/s400/DSCN5601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616567986517109698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa is so beautiful!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8cvvBO3ce8/TfIO1CgxiII/AAAAAAAAAkg/uc1OocEDPWM/s1600/DSCN5602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8cvvBO3ce8/TfIO1CgxiII/AAAAAAAAAkg/uc1OocEDPWM/s400/DSCN5602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616567989654620290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-847794021074985909?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/847794021074985909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=847794021074985909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/847794021074985909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/847794021074985909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-0.html' title='Day 0'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdthZcSjb-E/TfIKftu67qI/AAAAAAAAAkI/SQaBZb-eBEg/s72-c/DSCN5589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-4194928916288186283</id><published>2011-06-06T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T05:15:10.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good Gifts are from Above</title><content type='html'>Many months ago my friend Lisa told me about her friends David and Ellen.  Ellen had food allergies to gluten, dairy, vinegar, tomatoes, fruits, and sugar.  David had allergies to dairy and gluten.  They told Lisa about a treatment called Advanced Allergy Treatment.  They both did it and are now allergy free.  When Lisa told me this, I started saving!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 23:25&lt;br /&gt;You shall worship the Lord your God, and I will bless your bread and your water; and I will take sickness away from among you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emailed a clinic in Des Moines and told her how much I had saved up and she set me up a package that consisted of a week of treatments with two treatments a day.  I planned a short trip home with a week long stay with my brother.  However, the next month became very difficult financially.  My taxes in Austria were twice as much as I expected and all the money I had saved was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Thursday night, I went to a softball game to watch two of my friends play ball.  We all walked home together and one of my friends asked me about the treatment.  I told her the treatment was off because all my money went towards my taxes.  She asked how much it would take to be cured of my food allergies and I told her about the package.  That night, I called my mom and told her the treatment was off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, we had a great staff devotion in the morning with Thomas and afterward a friend came to my classroom to ask for some prayer and we somehow started talking about the treatment.  My friend had NO idea that I had just told several people the day before that the treatment was off.  She said, "I've been meaning to tell you, that I'd like to help pay for your treatment and I know of at least one other person that would like to help, too."  My eyes welled up with tears.  We were both crying when my students started to come into the classroom.  We both laughed through our tears and said, "These are happy tears kids, don't worry!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I saw the friend I walked home with the night before and told her, "Remember last night when I told you my treatment was off?  Well, this morning a friend told me she'd like to help pay for it!"  She turned to me and said, "I've been meaning to tell you that God's be telling me since January to be putting away money for your treatment."  WHAT?  Since January???  See, I had it all covered in January, but God knew then that I would need to rely on Him for the money.  I then went and talked to the 3rd friend that said she wanted to help and just broke down in tears at the gratitude of all these people.  All the money was coming from fellow missionaries....I was flabbergasted and my friend said, "Well, we serve a flabbergasting God, don't we?"  Indeed we do, indeed we do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 103:2-5&lt;br /&gt;Bless the Lord, O my soul, and do not forget all his benefits--who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the Pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, who satisfies you with good as long as you live so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom that night and told her the news.  I was just a little worried about how I would pay the expenses on my car (getting new license plates, new drivers license, insurance, and GAS) to get from Appleton, WI to Des Moines, IA.  Not sure why I worried about it when it was CLEAR that God had it all under control.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money from my 3 friends paid the entire treatment package plus much more money that will cover ALL my car expenses, plus gas and food on my week trip to Des Moines.  I'm completely blown away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-4194928916288186283?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/4194928916288186283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=4194928916288186283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4194928916288186283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4194928916288186283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-good-gifts-are-from-above.html' title='All Good Gifts are from Above'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-5758261345394949760</id><published>2011-06-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T04:28:55.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with Food Allergies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;About 6 years ago, when I was a lifeguard at camp, I started having a lot of trouble with my skin.  I was always itchy and at this point it was just an annoyance.  But in the next year, as I started my first year of teaching, it got so bad, I couldn't sleep.  It felt like my skin was on fire and started to develop many sores.  I finally went to the Dr and asked to see a dermatologist.  He told me it wasn't a dermatologist I needed...but an allergist.  This started my journey with food allergies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I was given prick tests and patch tests to find a list of things I was allergic to.  Milk and chocolate topped the list in regards to food and I also learned I was allergic to soap and many other things that my skin was exposed to (sunscreen, bug spray, etc.).  I then learned to read labels of everything I put in my mouth and put on my skin.  Milk is hidden in many things and is even called many things on labels (ghee, lactose (or most things that start with lacta...), casen, whey, carmel color, and "natural flavors" (who know what that is but 90% of natural flavors comes form milk).  I read labels but sometimes, I had to learn the hard way that milk was in things like green olives (which were one of my favorite things) and ham...can you believe they put milk in HAM?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As time went by, my allergy became worse and worse.  I am now so allergic that if you touch milk and then touch my food or if my food touches the same counter that had milk on it, I'll have an allergic reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Many everyday things became more difficult.  Eating out with my family became hard.  I started having to call ahead or check the internet to see if they served food for people with food allergies.  I always alerted the server of my food allergy and ordered off special menues.  We started narrowing down the places I could eat by the breakouts I would get after I ate there.  Eating out is one of my least favorite things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Going to friends houses for dinner also became difficult.  Many tried their best to accomodate me.  My friends, Dawna and Reesa accepted the challenge and were always trying new things we could eat together.  Good thing too, cause, little did we know Reesa would come to be my roommate one day and be forced to eat along the same lines as I do! :-)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Church potlucks...out of the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Communion?  Only when I had a chance to read the label.  Wait, you say.  Communion?  That's only one bite!  That's all it takes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Decorating cakes has been a hobby for Reesa and I ever since we took a class with Bonnie Smith in Omaha.  Here's a picture of our last creation for the daughter of one of the families that works at the school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-n1a4BuPNY/TeysJjBjK2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/uE98hXpo_2E/s400/DSCN5457.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615052115444706146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, lately, even being around the cake will give me a reaction that could last days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living overseas was hard at first, I had to learn all the German words for all the things I'm allergic to but through trial and error, I'm pretty good at knowing what brands I can and can not eat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traveling is the worst.  I order the "vegan meal" when I fly, but eating food on the plane is a very large risk.  For some reason, airlines are not required to post the ingredients of their meals.  So, I have to just trust, that what they bring me is truly milk free.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going on trips is also hard.  For example, this year the staff went on a retreat up in the mountains.  The place we stayed fed us.  I brought oatmeal and some granola in case there was nothing I could eat.  Well, it turned out there was really nothing that I could eat that they were serving but the cook did bring me clear broth for each meal.  There were no grocery stores around.  I was so hungry by the end of the trip! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I go on trips with friends, I always plan the meals for the trips.  We usually bring our own food.  We eat a simple breakfast, pack our lunches, and I cook for dinner.  That part I love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, even with all I do to avoid the things I'm allergic to, I've been quite miserable with  allergic reactions.  I've been very itchy and my eye lids are swollen when I wake up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, why am I writing this post?  Because I'm asking you to join me in prayer for healing.  June 9-15 I'll be undergoing some allergy treatments in Des Moines, IA.  Please pray that, if it's God's will, that He would heal me!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-5758261345394949760?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/5758261345394949760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=5758261345394949760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5758261345394949760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5758261345394949760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-with-food-allergies.html' title='Life with Food Allergies'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-n1a4BuPNY/TeysJjBjK2I/AAAAAAAAAkA/uE98hXpo_2E/s72-c/DSCN5457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-762867904087175334</id><published>2011-05-14T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T09:16:18.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I saw on the way to work today:</title><content type='html'>Over the canal I saw beautiful sail boats.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbtVipKpi3E/Tc6otlrYS9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/JcneC9Kiof0/s1600/DSCN5441.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbtVipKpi3E/Tc6otlrYS9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/JcneC9Kiof0/s400/DSCN5441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606604087284485074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Praterstrasse, there were hundreds of Harley Davison Motorcycles.  Usually Europeans are riding scooters that sounds like, "NeeeNEEEEE Neeee Neeeeeneeneeee..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxl8YNyEo20/Tc6obeV7izI/AAAAAAAAAjs/qGpo9xio_b4/s1600/DSCN5447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxl8YNyEo20/Tc6obeV7izI/AAAAAAAAAjs/qGpo9xio_b4/s400/DSCN5447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606603776077826866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You should have heard the beautiful noise hundreds of Harleys can make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6KIuuj_OIk/Tc6oPT8RdHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Kk4xqek6214/s1600/DSCN5451.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6KIuuj_OIk/Tc6oPT8RdHI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Kk4xqek6214/s400/DSCN5451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606603567127426162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do you shout, "Take me with you!" in German?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5E2OL8iRZ-s/Tc6nSdjpWCI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vdOOwRWEvWM/s1600/DSCN5454.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5E2OL8iRZ-s/Tc6nSdjpWCI/AAAAAAAAAjc/vdOOwRWEvWM/s400/DSCN5454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606602521736468514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-762867904087175334?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/762867904087175334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=762867904087175334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/762867904087175334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/762867904087175334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/05/look-what-i-saw-on-way-to-work-today.html' title='Look what I saw on the way to work today:'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbtVipKpi3E/Tc6otlrYS9I/AAAAAAAAAj0/JcneC9Kiof0/s72-c/DSCN5441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1011307397862913170</id><published>2011-02-08T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T05:17:15.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessings Continue</title><content type='html'>Today, I had lunch with a dear friend of mine and she told me she wanted to be a monthly supporter!  That means that I have 5 new monthly supporters!!!  In addition to that, another supporter contacted me and told me they were increasing my support.  I think that's 3 donors now that are increasing their monthly support!!!  I am now pledged at 90%!  Isn't God good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1011307397862913170?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1011307397862913170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1011307397862913170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1011307397862913170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1011307397862913170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/02/blessings-continue.html' title='The Blessings Continue'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-4839699921039241897</id><published>2011-02-06T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T02:05:27.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Bible Church in Omaha</title><content type='html'>Today, I gave a ministry update at CBC in Omaha, my home church.  I'm always very nervous before I get up to speak but today I just prayed that I would not be nervous and that He would use what I said be honored and glorified.  Right before I went up my friend Dawna reached over, hugged me, and said a quick prayer for me.  As I got up in the first service and started to speak, I noticed that the slide show wasn't working.  I wasn't sure how I was going to give my presentation because the slides were going to help me remember what to say when.  But overall, it went pretty well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a month ago, the director at the school told me to make a "wish list" including all my wants and needs for the special needs program.  It's been amazing because God has been providing me those needs through people outside the school that don't even know about my wish list.  After second service, a woman came to me and asked if there was anything I need for my classroom, like books to read.  I told her that I was needing some books for my 7th graders that were reading at a 4th/5th grade level.  She said, "Well, I used to be a 7th grade teacher and I have books at reading levels."  She didn't say 7th grade until after I said I needed 7th grade!!!  I knew it was from the Lord and that he was providing me with another thing off my list.  God is so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were commitment cards in the bulletin that people could place in the offering plate or hand to me.  Through out the morning, a couple people handed me the cards and expressed an interest in joining my support team.  One lady came up to me and said, "This is the first week I've ever been at the church but I'd like to start supporting you monthly."  I left there with 6 new commitment cards and several others said they needed to go home, talk about it with their spouse, and pray about it.  I even had some current supporters say they would like to up their monthly support!  Can you believe it???&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I've been praying for 10 new donors in the month of February.  Today, I received 3 new monthly donors and several expressed they wanted to increase their monthly support.  Praise God with me as I am that much closer to my goal of 100%!!!&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/2607905727807170284-4839699921039241897?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/4839699921039241897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=4839699921039241897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4839699921039241897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4839699921039241897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/02/community-bible-church-in-omaha.html' title='Community Bible Church in Omaha'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6913699981538664658</id><published>2011-02-01T02:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:34:10.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise God With Me</title><content type='html'>I already have one new donor!  Praise God with me and continue to pray for 9 more donors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6913699981538664658?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6913699981538664658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6913699981538664658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6913699981538664658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6913699981538664658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/02/praise-god-with-me.html' title='Praise God With Me'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1785160723565693060</id><published>2011-02-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:28:46.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February is Raise Support Month!!!</title><content type='html'>Throughout the month of February, I will be raising support.  I will be flying to Omaha to speak at my home church.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I currently have 76% of my monthly support pledged.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My goal is to get up to 100% in the month of February!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is approximatively $500 a month I still need to raise. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's just 10 new donors at $50 a month.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you join me in prayer as I travel home in hopes to raise my support???  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Hudson Taylor said, "The Lord's time for helping us must be close at hand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1785160723565693060?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1785160723565693060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1785160723565693060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1785160723565693060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1785160723565693060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-is-raise-support-month.html' title='February is Raise Support Month!!!'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-623705286831885322</id><published>2011-01-30T02:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:55:22.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm staying two more years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;color:#4F2F18"&gt;The past few months, I have been seeking wisdom about the Lord's will for my life.  I will finish my two year term at the International Christian School of Vienna (was Vienna Christian School) in June. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;line-height:150%;color:#4F2F18"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;color:#4F2F18"&gt;While special needs programs are very common in the states, they do not exist in Europe the way we know them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are no resource rooms or paraeducators.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The schools here rely heavily on a shame based philosophy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They think that if they embarrass a child in front of his peers it will motivate him to try harder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;color:#4F2F18"&gt;This year, we had a missionary family move here from the Netherlands so they could get special needs services for their son.  Starting this week, we have a boy coming that is a non-reader and has some behavior problems.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He hasn’t been getting the help he needs in the Austrian schools and is acting out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are currently in the process of accepting another boy of a missionary family with developmental delays.  He hasn’t made much academic growth in his current school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, as you can see the need for a program here is growing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;color:#4F2F18"&gt;As I work one-on-one with these students I have the unique opportunity to share Christ with them as they struggle in the same ways that I struggled!  Many of my kids from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; are unsaved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;color:#4F2F18"&gt;My gifts and talents are being used here.  The program is just getting started.  As I've wrestled with this decision the past couple months, I have come to a peace about staying for two more years to serve the Lord in this ministry.  I look forward to working with my students as we welcome more to the school.  I look forward to developing the program further, educating the teachers here how to work with kids with special needs, and offering families the unique services they need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;line-height:150%;color:#4F2F18"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;color:#4F2F18"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-623705286831885322?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/623705286831885322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=623705286831885322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/623705286831885322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/623705286831885322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-staying-two-more-years.html' title='I&apos;m staying two more years!'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6538140286262434508</id><published>2010-12-31T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:38:41.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>European Boots</title><content type='html'>Look at these boots. Aren't they wonderful? All warm and water proof.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR2pzmN9tGI/AAAAAAAAAio/sruuYzm0VP8/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556784219142599778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR2pzmN9tGI/AAAAAAAAAio/sruuYzm0VP8/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;One day last year I decided to wear them to work and then change into my nice shoes once I was at school. We take public transportation and have to walk a few blocks to get to school. So, I thought it would be nice to keep my feet warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Well, once I was on the U-Bahn (subway), I noticed people were staring at me. Now, usually this happens when I'm speaking English to someone I'm riding with but not today. They were staring at my boots. You see, in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;, most women wear nice looking leather boots with a heal (maybe not the most practical but definitely the most fashionable). As I started to think about it, I've never seen a pair of boots like mine since I've moved to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Austria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. My bright blue plastic boots really stuck out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;However, I refused to let this bother me. I wanted to be warm. So, I continued to wear them. During the month of January, we take the elementary kids out ice skating. One day, when we were all getting bundled up I pulled these boots out of my locker and one little boy said, "Oh no, Miss Braun, please do not wear those!" Another said, "What are those, ski boots?" Another just pointed and laughed. But I proceeded to wear them, recess duty would not have been the same without them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The style here is to wear your boots with leggings and a skirt, or over your skinny jeans. So, the first time I wore boots with my skirt one of my little boys said, "You know Miss Braun, you used to be a pretty bad dresser. But, now you're starting to do better." Oh good grief, I thought, everyone's a critic (even the first graders). :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So, when my uncle asked what I wanted for Christmas I asked for a pair of nice boots. I'm so blessed! No more stares on the U-Bahn and a much more fashionable wardrobe! Thanks Uncle Curt and Aunt Deb!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR2ppE7VrsI/AAAAAAAAAig/4O5VMGIBuWQ/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556784038407417538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR2ppE7VrsI/AAAAAAAAAig/4O5VMGIBuWQ/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6538140286262434508?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6538140286262434508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6538140286262434508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6538140286262434508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6538140286262434508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/12/european-boots.html' title='European Boots'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR2pzmN9tGI/AAAAAAAAAio/sruuYzm0VP8/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010%2B459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-287787895353537979</id><published>2010-12-26T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:07:58.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR23p2KDyoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eZSrql5ywLo/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556799444785285762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR23p2KDyoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eZSrql5ywLo/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reesa and I bought stockings this year!  I don't want to take them down, they are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR23kXQJhdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HuqmuAKb9uA/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556799350589982162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR23kXQJhdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HuqmuAKb9uA/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Christmas Eve, Reesa and I had Green Monster smoothies and opened our presents to each other.  I got a new place setting for the table, some expresso mugs, and a new purse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; In the evening, I went to a lovely dinner at the Hamms, a sweet family that works for the school.  Jan Hamm helps out in my classroom!  They have a lovely home and are great hosts.  If I couldn't be with my family, they were the next best thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR23a1nZqHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/T0nrUrdCjXk/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556799186941880434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR23a1nZqHI/AAAAAAAAAjA/T0nrUrdCjXk/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner with the Hamms, a few teachers and I went to the midnight mass at the famous Stephansdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR23O7-ON_I/AAAAAAAAAi4/aWgF73Jb-fQ/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556798982489782258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR23O7-ON_I/AAAAAAAAAi4/aWgF73Jb-fQ/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Christmas day, my friend RheaAnne and I made cinnamon rolls and took them to a brunch with 3 other teachers that were here for the holidays.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-287787895353537979?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/287787895353537979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=287787895353537979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/287787895353537979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/287787895353537979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR23p2KDyoI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eZSrql5ywLo/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010%2B440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1057998439470642690</id><published>2010-12-24T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T02:53:15.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stocking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR20Esel43I/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZGPR813RiTs/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556795507997008754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR20Esel43I/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZGPR813RiTs/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Normally, in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;, you buy groceries for one or maybe two days.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The food here has less preservatives and our fridge is the size of a dorm fridge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, storing food isn’t really an option.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, our grocery store is practically in the same building we live in which is very convenient.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The stores here close at 7pm and are closed on Sundays and holidays.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;With all the holidays coming up we weren’t sure when we would be able to grocery shop. So, we stocked up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There aren’t baggers here in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Austria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and you bring your own bags.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I shop with this roller cart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, we filled that cart up so we had to bring the grocery cart home with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1057998439470642690?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1057998439470642690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1057998439470642690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1057998439470642690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1057998439470642690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/12/stocking-up.html' title='Stocking Up'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TR20Esel43I/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZGPR813RiTs/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010%2B439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-3338109140385167986</id><published>2010-12-22T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:20:39.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMDJvobhjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Zoiy3VgJEn4/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553786231417701938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMDJvobhjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Zoiy3VgJEn4/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bible&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; Christ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;came&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;save&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; half &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;believers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; half &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;non&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;believers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMC4n786lI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hJZy2_xTmuI/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553785937294322258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMC4n786lI/AAAAAAAAAiM/hJZy2_xTmuI/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grader&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grader&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;butter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMCnd0zdJI/AAAAAAAAAiE/otrphC5NLKI/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553785642522211474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMCnd0zdJI/AAAAAAAAAiE/otrphC5NLKI/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt;: 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sixth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;graders&lt;/span&gt;, a 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grader&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grader&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMCZCWgnlI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fGRtN6S2GfQ/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553785394629221970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMCZCWgnlI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fGRtN6S2GfQ/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Getting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMA5Yh7DgI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6LGOSW9aXnU/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553783751315230210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMA5Yh7DgI/AAAAAAAAAh0/6LGOSW9aXnU/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;class&lt;/span&gt;.  A 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grader&lt;/span&gt;, an 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grader&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;graders&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMAfVLldmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/VbeZhRzYylY/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553783303739635298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMAfVLldmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/VbeZhRzYylY/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; rolling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cookies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;students&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMAPhnQWAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7PGa7_CEV7M/s1600/Christmas%2B2010%2B476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553783032199010306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMAPhnQWAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7PGa7_CEV7M/s400/Christmas%2B2010%2B476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Finished&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;product&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-3338109140385167986?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/3338109140385167986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=3338109140385167986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3338109140385167986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3338109140385167986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TRMDJvobhjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Zoiy3VgJEn4/s72-c/Christmas%2B2010%2B449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-8355020590909614444</id><published>2010-12-04T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:38:57.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TPoK7fXhpmI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wezC9rgu6IM/s1600/Gutenstein%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546757908208920162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TPoK7fXhpmI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wezC9rgu6IM/s400/Gutenstein%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;This young lady is from Africa. She came to ICSV last year in the middle of the year. She could not read or write very well. We worked on forming her letters and learned the sounds of the letters.  Now we are reading 1st grade books and writing stories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TPoK0tLPZxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0mFXQTizCgQ/s1600/Gutenstein%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546757791656404754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TPoK0tLPZxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0mFXQTizCgQ/s400/Gutenstein%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TPoKOnujVtI/AAAAAAAAAhM/wutobT1-IKk/s1600/Gutenstein%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-8355020590909614444?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/8355020590909614444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=8355020590909614444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8355020590909614444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8355020590909614444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-young-lady-is-from-africa.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TPoK7fXhpmI/AAAAAAAAAhc/wezC9rgu6IM/s72-c/Gutenstein%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2592773884468418139</id><published>2010-12-04T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:26:21.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TPoI_I6NVWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/BrUSOqbfEok/s1600/Sweeden%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546755771876595042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TPoI_I6NVWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/BrUSOqbfEok/s400/Sweeden%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-2592773884468418139?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2592773884468418139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2592773884468418139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2592773884468418139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2592773884468418139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-sweet-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TPoI_I6NVWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/BrUSOqbfEok/s72-c/Sweeden%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-7971138393164563752</id><published>2010-09-26T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T07:15:39.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace of Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reesa and I were asked to make a "book worm" cake for another teacher's baby shower.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9Shddrz-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/F_UjQXbiA-8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521222402977812450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9Shddrz-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/F_UjQXbiA-8/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bottom Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9ShECkOeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/2E6pnR5dcP8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521222396153182690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9ShECkOeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/2E6pnR5dcP8/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glazing the Cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9Sgggs61I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vG5mpSVQnbo/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521222386615905106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9Sgggs61I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vG5mpSVQnbo/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frosting on the "pages"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9SgeESgCI/AAAAAAAAAgI/tuXd1LqD20o/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521222385959862306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9SgeESgCI/AAAAAAAAAgI/tuXd1LqD20o/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bottom Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521222380844414722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9SgLAq9wI/AAAAAAAAAgA/oEaZvImJ4m4/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9SgLAq9wI/AAAAAAAAAgA/oEaZvImJ4m4/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Top Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521221646945373234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9R1dBgTDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/KI8UOlWXp5I/s400/017.JPG" /&gt; Covering a cupcake in fondant to make the worm didn't work...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521221635109376002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9R0w7lUAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/REXu_ZyFCnE/s400/012.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;...so, we made the whole worm out of fondant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9R1M3vuYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6bPv_80gCsA/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521221642609473922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9R1M3vuYI/AAAAAAAAAfg/6bPv_80gCsA/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carrying the cake on the subway...no problem!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521221649554047842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9R1mvdg2I/AAAAAAAAAfw/LNhEKiazVGk/s400/019.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; Ta-da!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521221655050618946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9R17N8iEI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Kq3ank-xSfE/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-7971138393164563752?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/7971138393164563752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=7971138393164563752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7971138393164563752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7971138393164563752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/09/ace-of-cakes.html' title='Ace of Cakes'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TJ9Shddrz-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/F_UjQXbiA-8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-4540915966343280889</id><published>2010-09-05T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:18:33.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Classroom</title><content type='html'>I moved classrooms this year and now share a room with the ELL teacher, Leslie. It's fun sharing a room. It's just like the old days at Lewis Central.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIUgASrmQ1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/nC8FL0ZQ3nY/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513848508171830098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIUgASrmQ1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/nC8FL0ZQ3nY/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The book cases split our room in half.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513850138727404466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIUhfM-V07I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bU_eGRGI7qk/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;Me and 3 of my middle schoolers about to start up my Modified English class. I LOVE these kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TISsC7SgNeI/AAAAAAAAAfA/HjHvvibFpbg/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513721010083345890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TISsC7SgNeI/AAAAAAAAAfA/HjHvvibFpbg/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my quick attempt at a cute bulletin board. More effort will be given when time allows. The cute poka dot boarder was a gift from my lovely friend and roommate, Reesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIPGJBE36uI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Ij6NWWuXqDE/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513468227041618658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIPGJBE36uI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Ij6NWWuXqDE/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-4540915966343280889?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/4540915966343280889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=4540915966343280889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4540915966343280889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4540915966343280889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-classroom.html' title='My New Classroom'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIUgASrmQ1I/AAAAAAAAAfI/nC8FL0ZQ3nY/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6269956976008828869</id><published>2010-09-05T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:47:29.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Eats</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my friend Rhea and I went to the Naschmarkt to grab fruits and veggies for the week. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIO_7glPaeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CoM7o9JJ-go/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513461397910940130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIO_7glPaeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CoM7o9JJ-go/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the health food stores where I get many of my milk free items.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513462603260189570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIPBBq25W4I/AAAAAAAAAeg/f_1ow07aDDY/s400/Vienna+036.JPG" /&gt;While shopping, we got hungry and needed a snack. We stopped for some falafel and hummus. I took a pic of my last one so you could see it. Mmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIO_hMty7QI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Lv3C5fDy-G0/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513460945901513986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIO_hMty7QI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Lv3C5fDy-G0/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reesa had some artichokes sitting in the cupboard and decided to make some artichoke dip...vegan style so I could eat some too. It was made from tofu, nutritional yeast (for the cheesy flavor), spinich, artichokes and onion. MMMMMmmmm....it was delish. We ate it with veggies and chips along with a Green Monster smoothy (frozen banana, frozen spinach, peanut butter, carob power, and soy milk). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIO_BHL_0GI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4wMUsiXhK_Q/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513460394661761122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIO_BHL_0GI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4wMUsiXhK_Q/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2607905727807170284-6269956976008828869?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6269956976008828869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6269956976008828869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6269956976008828869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6269956976008828869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-eats.html' title='Good Eats'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TIO_7glPaeI/AAAAAAAAAeY/CoM7o9JJ-go/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-724215585152173725</id><published>2010-08-29T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T12:43:26.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish What You've Started</title><content type='html'>I've been praying for wisdom about next year. I signed a two year contract last year and was planning to be done this June. I was SURE a week ago that this year would be my last. But this week....ahhhhh...I don't know WHAT to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I was reading Luke 14:25-35. Jesus is talking about the cost of being a disciple. "For which one of you, when he wants to build a tower, does not first sit down and calculate the cost to see if he has enough to complete it? Otherwise, when he has laid a foundation and is not able to finish, all who observe it begin to ridicule him. Saying, 'This man began to build and was not able to finish." Wow, I can't believe I read this passage on this day. I felt like He was saying to me, "Nicki, don't just lay the foundation of a special needs program and leave." I want to be able to finish what I started. Question is, how do I know when it's finished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like I need to go home and pay off my school debt but I also feel the need to see this through. I'm not sure what God has planned for me down the road but I do know that road is about to take a big curve and I can't see what's around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-724215585152173725?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/724215585152173725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=724215585152173725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/724215585152173725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/724215585152173725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/08/finish-what-youve-started.html' title='Finish What You&apos;ve Started'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1040257975260054755</id><published>2010-08-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T10:44:43.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of School</title><content type='html'>The first week of school was a busy one but a good one! I gave 7 entrance exams to new students, did a teacher in-service on how to give the DRA (Developmental Reading Assessment) and set up guided reading groups, started 3 middle school classes, and had Back to School night with the parents! Many days were 12 hour days and one night I had to make copies in the dark as the janitor had left for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed our name this year from Vienna Christian School to International Christian School of Vienna. The new name better reflects who we are to the international community in Vienna. We are getting a new roof this year (praise the Lord) and you can see the scaffolding in the picture.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqYKO8ibTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UjH5CkAg9hY/s1600/Vegan+Schnitzle+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510884395619347762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqYKO8ibTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UjH5CkAg9hY/s400/Vegan+Schnitzle+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a couple of my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqX_X9tsVI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VikGc7vjXk8/s1600/Vegan+Schnitzle+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510884209061638482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqX_X9tsVI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VikGc7vjXk8/s400/Vegan+Schnitzle+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the park for 7th hour on the first day of school. We played water balloon volleyball and soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqXzyN_cxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/C2A4bHQFATk/s1600/Vegan+Schnitzle+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510884009950802706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqXzyN_cxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/C2A4bHQFATk/s400/Vegan+Schnitzle+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqXm8cTRSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Rwxbtu5MM2g/s1600/Vegan+Schnitzle+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510883789356877090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqXm8cTRSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Rwxbtu5MM2g/s400/Vegan+Schnitzle+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1040257975260054755?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1040257975260054755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1040257975260054755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1040257975260054755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1040257975260054755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-week-of-school.html' title='First Week of School'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqYKO8ibTI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UjH5CkAg9hY/s72-c/Vegan+Schnitzle+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1307056881653611693</id><published>2010-08-20T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:00:11.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I found!</title><content type='html'>Tofu Schnitzel!!! Only in Austria!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqftq-Vg8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/gRlZbzUyAnA/s1600/Fall+10+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510892701019898818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqftq-Vg8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/gRlZbzUyAnA/s400/Fall+10+176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1307056881653611693?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1307056881653611693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1307056881653611693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1307056881653611693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1307056881653611693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look what I found!'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/THqftq-Vg8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/gRlZbzUyAnA/s72-c/Fall+10+176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6357610866077952026</id><published>2010-06-28T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:46:57.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation in the Dells</title><content type='html'>After we spent the morning skiing, we drove out to the Dells for our first family vacation since 1999.  Our first event was the Tommy Bartlett show.  Now, me and my brother used ski at the same time but he never let me ride on his shoulders!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk_l0YKLDI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vg3jDeAbXLg/s1600/Dells+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487987539875343410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk_l0YKLDI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vg3jDeAbXLg/s400/Dells+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Dad and I got to ride a Military Duck that drives on land and in the water.  It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk_LsWllKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fgj7SCcyMt8/s1600/Dells+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487987091044668578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk_LsWllKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fgj7SCcyMt8/s400/Dells+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Dells are really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487985989284646674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk-Lj-hzxI/AAAAAAAAAco/vAygwEZ4qKo/s400/Summer+10+050.jpg" /&gt;Dustin joined us the next day...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk-xtR3AMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ul092HwWu2I/s1600/Dells+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487986644616675522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk-xtR3AMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ul092HwWu2I/s400/Dells+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He wrestled a bear and saved my life.  Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk9xfRw9BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WClz99udrDQ/s1600/Summer+10+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487985541346554898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk9xfRw9BI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WClz99udrDQ/s400/Summer+10+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wouldn't be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Braun&lt;/span&gt; family vacation without riding a fast boat!  We rode a jet boat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt; the Wild Thing.  It had 1200 horse power, did 360's, and had brakes that would make the water spray over the top...we were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;drenched&lt;/span&gt; by the end of the ride.  It was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk9Z9ZlOtI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZdxhOV74VqU/s1600/Summer+10+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487985137115544274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk9Z9ZlOtI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZdxhOV74VqU/s400/Summer+10+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went mini golfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk9AOXVCKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yzExvKTO074/s1600/Summer+10+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487984694992898210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk9AOXVCKI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yzExvKTO074/s400/Summer+10+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A good time was had by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6357610866077952026?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6357610866077952026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6357610866077952026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6357610866077952026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6357610866077952026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-vacation-in-dells.html' title='Family Vacation in the Dells'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk_l0YKLDI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vg3jDeAbXLg/s72-c/Dells+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6251748870285657943</id><published>2010-06-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:17:51.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyscraper</title><content type='html'>I talked my brother (who is afraid of heights) into riding this ride with me.  Its 160 feet tall and moves 60 miles an hour.  Plus, the seat your in flips around.  At times we were falling to the ground head first.  It was the best rush of adrenalin I've had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkaClCIbFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4N_WMr1fd0g/s1600/Summer+10+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487946252530773074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkaClCIbFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4N_WMr1fd0g/s400/Summer+10+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I screamed and laughed so hard druing the whole ride.  It was such a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkZWImVtVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QY5MpSJQhAc/s1600/Summer+10+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487945488983766354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkZWImVtVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QY5MpSJQhAc/s400/Summer+10+069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkZGbpwDnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ysmDSlf6joc/s1600/Summer+10+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487945219220442738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkZGbpwDnI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ysmDSlf6joc/s400/Summer+10+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the Skyscraper, we rode the "Hellcat."  We were the only ones on the ride.  We rode it 3 times in a row until we both felt sick.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487979094128897874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCk36NhSr1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/VMgq9ob6xpg/s400/Summer+10+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487947489289950194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkbKkUf0_I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Tc2vQLWPAJ8/s400/Summer+10+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6251748870285657943?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6251748870285657943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6251748870285657943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6251748870285657943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6251748870285657943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/06/skyscraper.html' title='Skyscraper'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkaClCIbFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4N_WMr1fd0g/s72-c/Summer+10+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-4642939705616989268</id><published>2010-06-24T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:31:33.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing</title><content type='html'>If you know anything about my family, you know we love the water. This Thursday, I got to ski for the first time in a LONG time! I went with my mom and dad and their friend Adam.  Here I am about to get up on one ski...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkPHy0JxjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WeKDuMaEYqI/s1600/Summer+10+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487934247501678130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkPHy0JxjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WeKDuMaEYqI/s400/Summer+10+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and here I am skiing backwards on that one ski. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not really. We went to a ski show later that week.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487933395426191970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkOWMlhqmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RfwFZ8meb-w/s400/Dells+024.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Actually, this is all the farther I got up...ha! They had to throw me a second ski...man...I'm out practice. I'll get up next time!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487937344629893938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkR8EhD6zI/AAAAAAAAAao/TKqwP-1HkzQ/s400/Summer+10+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two skis...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487938424817677202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkS68h5c5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/sgLMTviamyw/s400/Summer+10+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487939380534120450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkTyk2dEAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/abXi6M4aBBA/s400/Summer+10+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-4642939705616989268?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/4642939705616989268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=4642939705616989268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4642939705616989268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4642939705616989268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/06/skiing.html' title='Skiing'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkPHy0JxjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WeKDuMaEYqI/s72-c/Summer+10+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-8405905081771420547</id><published>2010-06-22T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:52:22.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Dustin</title><content type='html'>Tuesday I went to visit my brother in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pewaukee&lt;/span&gt;, WI.  He bought me lunch at "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seester's&lt;/span&gt;".  It was SO good.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkKF0A9-uI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gLzJopIpIsQ/s1600/Dells+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487928715905989346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkKF0A9-uI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gLzJopIpIsQ/s400/Dells+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the view &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the street wasn't bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkJyC3p29I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/r_PmcolUcMk/s1600/Dells+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487928376296070098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkJyC3p29I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/r_PmcolUcMk/s400/Dells+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After lunch, we watched a movie (there are so many movies that have come out since I left!), and then went to a BBQ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkJHpPYEzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/HezuRxw78qM/s1600/Dells+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487927647861740338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkJHpPYEzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/HezuRxw78qM/s400/Dells+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2607905727807170284-8405905081771420547?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/8405905081771420547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=8405905081771420547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8405905081771420547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8405905081771420547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/06/visiting-dustin.html' title='Visiting Dustin'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkKF0A9-uI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gLzJopIpIsQ/s72-c/Dells+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2481389843766312369</id><published>2010-06-20T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:15:46.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkQmwi6HbI/AAAAAAAAAag/T_fZx0Y-WRE/s1600/Father%27s+Day+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487935878980050354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkQmwi6HbI/AAAAAAAAAag/T_fZx0Y-WRE/s400/Father%27s+Day+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my dad at the beach on Father's Day.  We went with the house of boys and it was a lot of fun.  The water here is pretty cold yet!&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/2607905727807170284-2481389843766312369?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2481389843766312369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2481389843766312369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2481389843766312369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2481389843766312369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCkQmwi6HbI/AAAAAAAAAag/T_fZx0Y-WRE/s72-c/Father%27s+Day+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-5245425820190089857</id><published>2010-06-18T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:23:04.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On June 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I few back to America. My first stop was in London. It was there I started to realize that I would have to readjust once I got home. For the past year, I haven't been able to understand any side conversations at the grocery store or on the subway (the U-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bahn&lt;/span&gt;). For the first time in almost a year, I was able to understand everything going on around me and my brain went into overload!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCjwcBLMEdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/d65QaGCu6MM/s1600/Summer+10+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487900510093316562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCjwcBLMEdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/d65QaGCu6MM/s400/Summer+10+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the flights went really well. I had hardly any down time in the airports.  It was so great to see my family and hug them after a year of not seeing them!  After they picked me up we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/span&gt;...where I froze because I haven't had air conditioning in a year.  Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487905630092452594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCj1GCqG4vI/AAAAAAAAAZY/H_r3_uU9Pbo/s400/Summer+10+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-5245425820190089857?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/5245425820190089857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=5245425820190089857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5245425820190089857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5245425820190089857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TCjwcBLMEdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/d65QaGCu6MM/s72-c/Summer+10+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2498817354184216331</id><published>2010-06-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:10:10.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My School's a Zoo!</title><content type='html'>After the award ceremony, we headed out to the Schonbrunn Tiergarten (Zoo). It's the oldest zoo in the world.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW4VCAk4yI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_J8fFoPkBG4/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482490792849498914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW4VCAk4yI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_J8fFoPkBG4/s400/My+Fair+Lady+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dabc387d8fc59bbb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddabc387d8fc59bbb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331617767%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62FC156236EE29F15D2394D13801DC89443DCCF1.20A2EDC36CF99B76259686803AF047380CF052A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddabc387d8fc59bbb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQdwtNvLRVPM6pCiAQ06vOXC6YUc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddabc387d8fc59bbb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331617767%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62FC156236EE29F15D2394D13801DC89443DCCF1.20A2EDC36CF99B76259686803AF047380CF052A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddabc387d8fc59bbb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQdwtNvLRVPM6pCiAQ06vOXC6YUc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They loved it! ...and so did I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW1aq9yDQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XqSozkYEs9s/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482487591208094978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW1aq9yDQI/AAAAAAAAAYw/XqSozkYEs9s/s400/My+Fair+Lady+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my kids said, "Look that one has a ring, he must be married!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-884310d63ac780a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D884310d63ac780a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331617767%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D781B33262299B6F97DBEE8341FE2A21064D8EF33.2BA35C6613D10021B4190EC31055BFD9E87273B0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D884310d63ac780a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6ZUucyTra5mS5TLsrxKRyL38NM0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D884310d63ac780a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331617767%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D781B33262299B6F97DBEE8341FE2A21064D8EF33.2BA35C6613D10021B4190EC31055BFD9E87273B0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D884310d63ac780a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6ZUucyTra5mS5TLsrxKRyL38NM0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW1QFRSn9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/AEGANyQj9Zc/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482487409290682322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW1QFRSn9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/AEGANyQj9Zc/s400/My+Fair+Lady+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was out of the cage...I wanted to scoop him up and take him home in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW0wppW5DI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3PdSG0zvdFI/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482486869299487794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW0wppW5DI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3PdSG0zvdFI/s400/My+Fair+Lady+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He would make that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW0g-2N0SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GQuBXKTGR7Q/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482486600112656674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW0g-2N0SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GQuBXKTGR7Q/s400/My+Fair+Lady+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWz0z4jAsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ENa9bl5Lygc/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482485841255400130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWz0z4jAsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ENa9bl5Lygc/s400/My+Fair+Lady+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many: "oooh ooh oooooh" "eeee eee eeee" "ooooho ooh ooooh's" were heard...and not from the monkeys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWzg9WEH6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/PIRPqnCjOYU/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482485500197740450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWzg9WEH6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/PIRPqnCjOYU/s400/My+Fair+Lady+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wow! Look at those strange creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWzSYOw9FI/AAAAAAAAAX4/KsY_3-yzyqs/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482485249716843602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWzSYOw9FI/AAAAAAAAAX4/KsY_3-yzyqs/s400/My+Fair+Lady+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWy5DbUdYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DvdBt3bKiLc/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482484814635627906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWy5DbUdYI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DvdBt3bKiLc/s400/My+Fair+Lady+049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While we were watching the hippos one of them pooped, and I'm pretty sure it was the highlight of their day! Boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-2498817354184216331?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2498817354184216331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2498817354184216331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2498817354184216331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2498817354184216331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-schools-zoo.html' title='My School&apos;s a Zoo!'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBW4VCAk4yI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_J8fFoPkBG4/s72-c/My+Fair+Lady+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-839690608543110888</id><published>2010-06-04T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:38:58.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards</title><content type='html'>On the Friday before school was out, we had an awards ceremony. Each student was given awards for things they were good at. Some got awards for academics, sports, music, art, friendship...you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWvNOgCMSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sCZ7D_g0oeI/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482480763159064866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWvNOgCMSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sCZ7D_g0oeI/s400/My+Fair+Lady+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If there were awards for being cute they all would have got one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWu2mAIKrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uZi_TtjYFEA/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482480374330698418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWu2mAIKrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uZi_TtjYFEA/s400/My+Fair+Lady+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my students getting an award for all around academic excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWuhx9LN6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wL8Rm2OPTRw/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482480016762288034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWuhx9LN6I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wL8Rm2OPTRw/s400/My+Fair+Lady+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd post them all but they start to all look the same so I'll spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWuUK7jD6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/I-ppaUDOFZU/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482479782948179874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWuUK7jD6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/I-ppaUDOFZU/s400/My+Fair+Lady+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is another student of mine who got the SALT award. This is given to one student who has a heart for sharing Jesus with others and encouraging other students in the class spiritualy. From the first day of class that was this student. She would come back on Mondays and share that she was out in the communty somewhere telling people about Jesus with her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, what a great year with a GREAT group of kids. The second grade teacher is very lucky to get such a great bunch. They are so smart and so funny and I will have so many memories of laughing, dancing, cooking and eating with them! I love them all very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-839690608543110888?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/839690608543110888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=839690608543110888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/839690608543110888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/839690608543110888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/06/awards.html' title='Awards'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWvNOgCMSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sCZ7D_g0oeI/s72-c/My+Fair+Lady+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-7735971804505200262</id><published>2010-06-03T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:20:09.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Chain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWsymg-2SI/AAAAAAAAAXA/kYHPupISbvo/s1600/My+Fair+Lady+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482478106725767458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWsymg-2SI/AAAAAAAAAXA/kYHPupISbvo/s400/My+Fair+Lady+114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our class prayer chain. Everyday, the kids and I sit down and pray as a class. When they have a request they jot it down on a slip of paper. When that request is answered we hang it up. Here you can see it wrapped aroundour classroom. It was a good visual of how God really does hear our prayers and answer them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-7735971804505200262?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/7735971804505200262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=7735971804505200262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7735971804505200262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7735971804505200262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/05/prayer-chain.html' title='Prayer Chain'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TBWsymg-2SI/AAAAAAAAAXA/kYHPupISbvo/s72-c/My+Fair+Lady+114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6314199942838167554</id><published>2010-06-02T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:38:53.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaIj96WsyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tJVmQ3U_-ck/s1600/RJ+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478216148238906146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaIj96WsyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tJVmQ3U_-ck/s400/RJ+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've been working on picture graphs and bar graphs and what better way to teach than with food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaIaWfBbrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/do_bykJ3Xc4/s1600/RJ+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478215983036460722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaIaWfBbrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/do_bykJ3Xc4/s400/RJ+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end, one of my little boys says, "Miss Braun, I don't like the brown ones...can I give those away?"  How cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaIRQYKP4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/170nsBIWsDs/s1600/RJ+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478215826778242946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaIRQYKP4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/170nsBIWsDs/s400/RJ+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2607905727807170284-6314199942838167554?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6314199942838167554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6314199942838167554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6314199942838167554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6314199942838167554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/06/m.html' title='M&amp;M&apos;s'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaIj96WsyI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tJVmQ3U_-ck/s72-c/RJ+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-348832511290672888</id><published>2010-05-31T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:55:24.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blogg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaGTOvf9_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/sHluA_ryvYQ/s1600/RJ+276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478213661675747314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaGTOvf9_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/sHluA_ryvYQ/s400/RJ+276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My birthday started off with a surprise sitting on my desk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaGGr4BwpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/G5QNGnr4SPQ/s1600/RJ+277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478213446157845138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaGGr4BwpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/G5QNGnr4SPQ/s400/RJ+277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAZ-Xf3c9dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Q1F78-_2f9I/s1600/RJ+262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478204938898961874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAZ-Xf3c9dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Q1F78-_2f9I/s400/RJ+262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The school day started out with a serenade from one of my boys. He brought his mini guitar and plucked out "Happy Birthday". My heart melted, I couldn't believe it! I was then given homemade jewlery that I prouldy wore all day. During prayer time, the kids prayed that I would have the best birthday ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478206296964307602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAZ_mjDdmpI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oKZ5w0RiYqg/s400/RJ+264.JPG" /&gt; We then started off the day by squishing out pizza dough. It was so fun to see the kids get their hands dirty and sticky. Many of them had never made pizza before. The kids then had Bible class and I went off to bake the crusts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478206981682483714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaAOZ0_0gI/AAAAAAAAAVI/357plteYZq4/s400/RJ+266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids came back from German or English Language Learner class, we started to put on all the toppings. It was so much fun...they couldn't wait to eat it!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478208119594318242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaBQo4UeaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MD0ba27C_DI/s400/RJ+270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many "mmmm...'s" and tummy patting were going on while the kids ate their pizza. One little boy said, "You make the best pizza in the WORLD." I reminded them that they made it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478209225220437618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaCQ_qINnI/AAAAAAAAAVY/b_rzrsM4-y8/s400/RJ+272.JPG" /&gt;After we ate, we all washed up and my student pulled out his guitar again. He lead my other first graders in woship singing "Light of the Word." They all sang along as my heart melted once again. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478211669951152674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaEfS_WgiI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TJw298HiO-4/s400/RJ+278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After school, Reesa took me to Tacos Lopez where I ate the best enchilada verde of my life. It was so spicy and delicious. I came home and Skyped my family while Reesa made me a milk free birthday cake with marshmallow cream frosting in the middle and carob frosting on top....to die for! It was amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow, what a great day! Thanks guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-348832511290672888?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/348832511290672888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=348832511290672888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/348832511290672888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/348832511290672888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthday-blogg.html' title='Birthday Blogg'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaGTOvf9_I/AAAAAAAAAV4/sHluA_ryvYQ/s72-c/RJ+276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-5828600300323584136</id><published>2010-05-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:54:06.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Concert</title><content type='html'>Tonight was our Spring Concert.  The kids sang a variety of hymns.  It's always fun to get the families together and I always love to see my kids dress up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaLjGYcHNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_s3l32W0D84/s1600/Spring+Concert+10+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478219431867587794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaLjGYcHNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_s3l32W0D84/s400/Spring+Concert+10+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't we cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaLakcY96I/AAAAAAAAAWo/ohKKP8A3Q8I/s1600/Spring+Concert+10+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478219285318399906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaLakcY96I/AAAAAAAAAWo/ohKKP8A3Q8I/s400/Spring+Concert+10+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478219605102654466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaLtLu5dAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/JE4d7FLnroc/s400/Spring+Concert+10+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my kids with some primary kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaLRNNDZ7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/FNN3PXcQXbo/s1600/Spring+Concert+10+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478219124461234098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaLRNNDZ7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/FNN3PXcQXbo/s400/Spring+Concert+10+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish I knew how to put videos up because you should hear how cute they sounded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaLH1f7EVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/84QD-4xdaQU/s1600/Spring+Concert+10+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478218963479105874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaLH1f7EVI/AAAAAAAAAWY/84QD-4xdaQU/s400/Spring+Concert+10+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was great!  Thanks Miss Stephen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-5828600300323584136?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/5828600300323584136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=5828600300323584136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5828600300323584136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5828600300323584136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-concert.html' title='Spring Concert'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/TAaLjGYcHNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_s3l32W0D84/s72-c/Spring+Concert+10+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-3997924524751978517</id><published>2010-04-19T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:59:49.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna City Marathon</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning, while I was still in bed, my phone began to ring.  It was my friend, Michi.  She was planning on running part of a relay in the Vienna City Marathon.  She said she had been throwing up all night and needed someone to run her leg of the race.  Only, I would need to leave right then because they were meeting to pray right before the run.  I literally threw on my running shoes, heated up some oatmeal while Reesa grabbed me a clean shirt and a water bottle, and I ran out the door.  The entire time, I was giddy, saying, "I can't believe I get to run in the Vienna City Marathon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Backing up a bit) Friday morning, I was on my run and I ran past a bunch of white tents and wondered what was going one.  (Since I don't know German, I had no idea the race was this weekend.)  I sighed and thought, "Wouldn't it have been nice if I could have ran in it."  LITTLE did I know what God had in store for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S8wCH8SAeHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KN_M5yBbOaE/s1600/VCM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461742783557564530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S8wCH8SAeHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KN_M5yBbOaE/s400/VCM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left to right: Djudji, Nadine, me, Julie.  Julie had bought all of us these nice running shirts and put tape on the back that said "Run Through Christ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S8wCEP4BZ-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/rookKvyXEOY/s1600/VCM+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461742720097806306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S8wCEP4BZ-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/rookKvyXEOY/s400/VCM+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We met outside a little church by the starting line and we prayed for the race and that we would get to talk to people about the message on our shirts.  Then they quickly showed me where I would be running and filled me in on all the details.  I would be running from Schonbrunn to the Rathaus (5.7 K).  Thank goodness it wasn't anymore as I hadn't been training for a race at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hopped on the U-Bahn and headed out to where I would start and watched for Julie to come in.  As I stood there, I was amazed at how God had worked this all out.  Just Friday, I was thinking how cool it would be.  I hadn't ran Saturday even though I was planning on it.  All my shirts were wet in the washing machine but not my running pants.  Two weeks ago I injured my ankle (remind me I need new running shoes when I get to the states) but now it was all healed up.  I was just amazed and this gift He had given me.  Praise the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Julie and gave her the wave that I was starting.  I tried to run harder than I had in my morning runs.  A couple kilometers into the run I was getting tired and I just started to pray that God would give me the endurance to keep it up.  Just then an older man ran along side me, put his arm around me and said, "God bless you, I run with the same message (refering to the back of my shirt)."  That was what I need to make it a little farther.  Not long after that, I realized in the rush of things I hadn't drank enough water.  I was starting to get really parched.  I prayed that there would be a drink station soon but I ran for quite a while without the water I needed.  I prayed again for the strength.  Soon enough, there was a drink station and I actually stopped to make sure I got all the water I needed to continue.  I started up again refreshed and ready to move on.  Not too much longer there were bananas!  I grabbed one and ate two bites of it.  It made my dry throat feel SO much better and again I was refreshed.  I kept on and realized, "Man I'm outta shape!"  But I refused to feel discouraged, I mean, I did just wake up and I haven't been training.  Just then, I saw my friend Nate who was running the half (Way to go, Nate!).  And that helped keep me distracted for a bit.  The last stretch of my leg of the race was so hard...I just kept looking for the numbers where I would meet Nadine.  I started to wonder if I had somehow missed them.  Had I passed her?  Your mind plays tricks on you when you come to what you think should be the end of your run and it isn't.  Finally, I saw the start of the numbers and I could run the last part knowing I was almost done.  I found her she was off.  She passed me our bag of things and I went to the finish line to cheer on Djudji.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were SO many people there that the gate to get into the park was jammed!  You had to get into the middle of it and just allow to the flow of people to push you side.  It maybe took me 5 minutes in this mob to make it inside!  It was crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the finish line is always so interesting.  It's fun to see the types of people that cross it.  Some wave their hands in the air in victory, others look like they are about to die.  I know I would have been the latter.  There were old men.  There were dads running with their kids.  There were friends who would join hands and cross the finish line together.  It's always so sweet to see and it makes me want to run one myself one day.  What an accomplishment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I watched for a while, I it was time to find our meeting place to meet up with the other girls (I had all their stuff).  I could not find the meeting place.  I tried for 45 minutes to try to get to the other side of the finish line.  There was no way to get there!  I thought, "Oh no! What do I do?  I probably have everyones keys and wallets!"  I prayed I would run into someone.  I turned around and vwah la! There where the two girls that were finished.  The said, "Oh my goodnes, we just prayed we would run into you and had just said, 'amen' and there you were!"  God's hand had been in this entire day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we all met up, Nate had tickets to an after party.  We got our picture taken, some of the girls got massages, and there was an all you can eat buffet, plus, all the drinks you wanted.  What an amazing day!  I still can't believe it happened!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-3997924524751978517?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/3997924524751978517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=3997924524751978517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3997924524751978517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3997924524751978517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/04/vienna-city-marathon.html' title='Vienna City Marathon'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S8wCH8SAeHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KN_M5yBbOaE/s72-c/VCM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1708085751560665171</id><published>2010-04-07T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:58:09.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ah-Ha Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today, I had the most amazing experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My class has been ganging up on a little boy in Primary, and today, I had had enough.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the past month, they have been pushing him around and teasing him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m embarrassed to tell you this because for the most part my class is actually quite good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for some reason I have a small pack of boys that like to feel superior and have found that picking on kids smaller than them gives them power.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, even the girls were in on cracking the jokes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of this is done behind my back of course, I only occasionally hear about it from the boy’s older sister.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, when the kids came back from centers, I was informed that the little boy had been teased about a picture he drew.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Not to mention the boy has a band-aid over his eye from when one of my boys pushed him and he hit is head on the concrete.)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was irate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Passion simmered inside. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I did all I could to keep from erupting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spoke calm but angry, my voice cracking as I choked back the tears.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I explained to my kids that I can’t believe this is still happening and I don’t know what else to do…that’s when the fire alarm goes off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Those little munchkins marched straight to the door.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They knew better than to do something wrong at this point.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all walked slumped over like scolded puppies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They weren’t walking fast enough so I pointed to the door and I firmly said, “Walk.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all, like little remote controlled robots, picked up the speed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other teachers knew by how quiet they were that something had happened.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Maybe I needed the fire drill to extinguish the fire burning inside of me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It gave me a little time cool off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not sure what bugged me the most.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Imagining the little boy crying each morning because he doesn’t want to go to school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact that I love my students so much that I want to show them the right way to live and have them start acting that way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I was upset that I hadn’t changed them yet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I was upset because I felt they were still disobeying me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t put my finger on it…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked as a class and I told them if it happened again they would “lose recess for the rest of the week…no, the rest of the year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And YOU will have the call the boy’s mother and explain what happened.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was still pretty upset.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, time to teach math.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started to explain today’s lesson and it just didn’t feel right.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I turned around and said, “I’m sorry guys, I just don’t feel like teaching math right now.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something was still missing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At that moment, another teacher came in to teach science.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With the fire drill and lecture and all, we had ran out of time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I took the opportunity to go talk to the director.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sat in his office and let all my frustration out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I wanted was for him to go yell at my kids.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Put a little fear into them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe they would listen to a man over me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He agreed to come talk to them and I stood up in a rush, and walked out the door in a hurry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He followed, but half way down the hall he said, “Wait, let’s just stop and pray about this.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stopped dead in my tracks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THAT’S what was missing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There in the middle of the hall, with an occasional student passing by, we just prayed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, I had peace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;WHEN can I EVER say that I prayed with my boss at school about a discipline issue?  This place is so amazing!  The director of the school walked into the classroom and with the calmest, most loving voice, talked to the kids…and then he prayed with the kids.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was an ah-ha moment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, I forget to take Jesus into my classroom.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1708085751560665171?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1708085751560665171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1708085751560665171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1708085751560665171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1708085751560665171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/04/ah-ha-moment.html' title='An Ah-Ha Moment'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-4350898567288187482</id><published>2010-04-04T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:59:46.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jhgaHBbZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dPVxQwky3Nw/s1600/Romania+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456358895440194962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jhgaHBbZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dPVxQwky3Nw/s400/Romania+111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Day 4 was the only day we had indoor things planed…and it rained.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Again, we see Him at work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We a small group go on home visits out in the village the rest of us stayed to have tea and lunch with the elderly women.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The elderly are not well taken care of and for some of these women it’s the best meal they will receive all week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We sat down to drink tea with the women and even though we did not speak the same language we just smiled and they hugged and kissed us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lilly translated for us and some of the kids gave their testimonies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;DK, Laura, and Hitchi lead music with some Romanian songs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We made some Chinese lanterns and pained eggs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We prayed with the ladies and served them lunch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456358005671808834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jgsndtT0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/w1EKUWPPtTQ/s400/Romania+121.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456358523775388770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jhKxjOjGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/gdnE6qZioG0/s400/Romania+136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456357487387276226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jgOctC88I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xKr47QHX918/s400/Romania+138.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;I got to walk with one the mothers to pick up a few of the kids from kindergarten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456357097739306290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jf3xJuxTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/GflaqGim-vY/s400/Romania+128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;After the ladies were gone, we had an Easter egg hunt for the kids. Then we gave out the donated toys we had brought with us. It was neat to see the VCS students be able to give out toy once they got to know the kids so each one got things they would really like. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456356690840020402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jfgFVYZbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/L6fHkSPMZjI/s400/Romania+140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456356438784640930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jfRaWsh6I/AAAAAAAAATw/mH03c9ZZyjk/s400/Romania+148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456356166825975330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jfBlOsniI/AAAAAAAAATo/MMCWlgXv7Jg/s400/Romania+149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456355925863075410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jezjkqjlI/AAAAAAAAATg/MJmEqVqBBqk/s400/Romania+145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456355534249749986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jecwsxbeI/AAAAAAAAATY/Y0O1fN_osB8/s400/Romania+154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-4350898567288187482?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/4350898567288187482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=4350898567288187482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4350898567288187482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4350898567288187482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jhgaHBbZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dPVxQwky3Nw/s72-c/Romania+111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-927425206761840105</id><published>2010-04-04T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:32:27.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7ja-jn7dzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/K-3_90FPyIE/s1600/Romania+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351716808816434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7ja-jn7dzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/K-3_90FPyIE/s400/Romania+065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Day 3 was a jam packed day. &lt;/span&gt;In the morning, we painted at a church called “The House of Prayer”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The church was in a village with no running water so we used a well and an outhouse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They had a small building in the back for Sunday school and a gate and fence in the front that needed painted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Other kids walked around the village picking up trash out of the ditches.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Once 1:30 rolled around we were far from finishing our job.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The kids were starting to worry that we might miss lunch, when the pastor of the church and his wife showed up with a feast.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Noodles, hamburger, carrots, doughnuts, and SODA!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mmmmm…we ate well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When we thought we might go hungry, God provided for us in abundance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351496117178738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jaxte8UXI/AAAAAAAAATI/EK-lvXnATzw/s400/Romania+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351263373011730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jakKcaKxI/AAAAAAAAATA/81Tott53VwA/s400/Romania+069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456351014296513490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jaVqj8a9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/q8o6QC3aspI/s400/Romania+070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456350681117087762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jaCRXx2BI/AAAAAAAAASw/OgR_okMwk5M/s400/Romania+071.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When we got home there was just enough time to change our clothes and eat some dinner and VBS started.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We weren’t sure how many to plan for so we had prepared for 80 kids not knowing estimation would be way over or under.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Philis from the other team did a magic rope trick that shared the gospel and Nels gave the message with skits from the kids.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;DK did music, some led games, the rest of us did crafts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were 79 kids in addition to their parents.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had 1 googley eye left!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is the Lord not totally in control?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456349078215681890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jYk-GTZ2I/AAAAAAAAASQ/9FEvhn6ybnE/s400/Romania+075.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456349951629312690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jZXz0VwrI/AAAAAAAAASg/l46bBHc53eY/s400/Romania+089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456349524381890674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jY-8MneHI/AAAAAAAAASY/0eNDD71Qjtk/s400/Romania+097.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456350289340439426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jZrd48m4I/AAAAAAAAASo/gyevlPV011c/s400/Romania+108.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-927425206761840105?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/927425206761840105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=927425206761840105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/927425206761840105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/927425206761840105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7ja-jn7dzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/K-3_90FPyIE/s72-c/Romania+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-3897006761279476439</id><published>2010-04-04T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:00:32.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jTc9hWEjI/AAAAAAAAASI/tfGwdQl2kU0/s1600/devos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456343443063575090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jTc9hWEjI/AAAAAAAAASI/tfGwdQl2kU0/s400/devos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At morning devotions, Michael shared Isaiah 41:10 I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, srly I will uphold youwith My rightious right hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Day 2 started by sorting clothing and toys that were donated.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A few minutes into it, I hear someone call my name, “Nicki, it’s Lilly, I went to Grace with you.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wow, is it not a small world or what?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Who knew I would be in this remote village in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Romania&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and run into a girl I went to college with in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Omaha&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Crazy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456342792606558866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jS3GYTqpI/AAAAAAAAAR4/30jAAcMIVSM/s400/Romania+161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lilly recruited&lt;/span&gt; me and the girls that were helping me out to go help with the kids.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lilly and I talked caught up and I told her I had been teaching special ed for the past 4 years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She said, “Oh, good, I could really use some advice, we have several kids here who need help.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lilly teaches the kids after school since they don’t get extra help at school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God just confirms to me over and over the need for special ed teachers overseas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456342376133001042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jSe25Rf1I/AAAAAAAAARw/5yuF8kvNmYM/s400/eating.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After dinner, we handed out invitations all over the village to invite families to the VBS tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456342036198440658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jSLEijvtI/AAAAAAAAARo/YUGk2JXX6jc/s400/Romania+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456341630311314610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jRzcfhtLI/AAAAAAAAARg/TKpR1Ao30_s/s400/Romania+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-3897006761279476439?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/3897006761279476439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=3897006761279476439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3897006761279476439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3897006761279476439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jTc9hWEjI/AAAAAAAAASI/tfGwdQl2kU0/s72-c/devos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1971238648328881654</id><published>2010-04-04T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:00:51.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jOxTVj_iI/AAAAAAAAARY/qqQ54ccbtoo/s1600/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456338294958980642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jOxTVj_iI/AAAAAAAAARY/qqQ54ccbtoo/s400/dinner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Day one was mostly driving, but even so we saw how God was in control.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We took extra precautions before we left to make sure we wouldn’t have any trouble getting our visas and getting across the boarder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, keep in mind we had 17 people in two vans with maybe 6 different passport countries (USA, Korea, Costa Rica, Namibia, Nigeria, Switzerland).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People looked at us funny.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The guard took all our passports and we sat for&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2 and a half hours!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cheryl, another adult on the team, decided to go in and see what the hold up was.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, the scanners weren’t working so they were entering them in by hand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Costa Rica&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; wasn’t on the drop down menu.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The man asked Cheryl if she thinks it would be ok if he put &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dominican Republic&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“No! That’s a totally different place!” was her reply.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, we wait some more and a man comes out speaking some Romanian, some English, and some German.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Something about “two years…two years,” he was shouting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We had no idea what he was talking about but he was holding a green card of one of our students saying he couldn’t go in to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Romania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not really sure what happened, but eventually he said we could go in but he couldn’t guarantee us we could get him back out of the country.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ha!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well we said, “Great!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And we entered &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Romania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, a little nervous about what would happen on our way out!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But we all got our stamps and off we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456338118504932530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jOnB_o5LI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AqADxO9Ez8U/s400/Romania+004.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We decided to take a new route this year…one that took us off the beaten path…one that had pot holes the size you could swim in...and one that didn’t have a McDonalds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Surely we’d find some place to eat…we drove and drove and then we decided we’d settle for just a place we could pee!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We stopped at a gas station but the toilet was broken, so we used the bushes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we went back on the road to try and find a place to eat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We pulled into a Romanian restaurant where they did not speak English.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They had to call some friends on the phone to translate for us but they ended up taking Euro and they ended up cooking some delicious sausage and bread for us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It tasted great and the price was great.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even BETTER than McDonalds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After a short while in the van Doug called us, told us even the missionaries get lost going the way we came and he drove out to meet us and lead us to the place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God knew our path before we did and supplied our every need.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We knew He must have some great things in store for this trip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1971238648328881654?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1971238648328881654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1971238648328881654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1971238648328881654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1971238648328881654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jOxTVj_iI/AAAAAAAAARY/qqQ54ccbtoo/s72-c/dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-8359357107755062302</id><published>2010-04-04T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:13:56.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jIq3AtVOI/AAAAAAAAARI/9BgeO1ac1PE/s1600/group+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456331587206337762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jIq3AtVOI/AAAAAAAAARI/9BgeO1ac1PE/s400/group+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"He pled the cause of the afflicted and needy; then it went well. Is not that what it means to know Me?" declares the Lord. -Jeremiah 22:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456329321749596754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jGm_huylI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kMi5SvFnQdA/s400/Romania+007.JPG" /&gt;On March 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, I had the opportunity to sponsor a high school missions trip from &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Christian&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;12 students and 5 adults met up with a team from an international school in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Istanbul&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Turkey&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We went to a remote village called Cornesti in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Romania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to help out two missionaries named Doug and Roberta Moore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We worked and stayed at a compound for women and children in crisis.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The home shelters women who have been abused. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They help women keep their children, not abort or abandon them, and teach them how to be mothers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All the while, teaching them how they can find restoration in Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456330785287894178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jH8Loc9KI/AAAAAAAAARA/kDdPgXHzCdI/s400/Romania+131.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A while ago, Doug was driving around the village on a hot day and noticed a man sitting under a tree with a blanket covering his legs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He stopped to ask him why he was covered up on such a hot day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The man explained that his legs had “gone bad.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As he lifted the blanket, Doug could see that gangrene had taken both legs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When Doug asked the man why he hadn’t gone to the hospital the man replied he didn’t have the bus fare.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456330335568675250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jHiATCQbI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Udz1uuv8bGI/s400/Romania+130.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At this time, Doug really felt burdened to get a medical van to take people to the hospital if they need it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He also put out a plea for donations of medical supplies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He now has a shed with a medical van and lots of medical supplies.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many have donated broken hospital beds and wheel chairs and Doug has fixed them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In fact, Doug has given away 6 electrical chairs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456329743603711666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jG_jDlvrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rG0zETqdrQo/s400/Romania+062.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Another time, Roberta was at church and gave her reading glasses away to a lady that needed them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After that, six other ladies wanted to know if she had more for them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, they sent out another plea asking for used glasses.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After a shipment (I’m not sure the exact number but I want to say…) 158 pairs of glasses and a bag of pieces came in they ran a clinic at a near by church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They had no equipment to find prescriptions so people just tried on several pairs until they got one that matched.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every pair of glasses were handed out that day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then 3 more ladies came knocking on the doors and Doug had to tell them he was sorry they were out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The ladies insisted they had came as soon as they could and Doug got out the bag of pieces.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He built 3 more pairs of glasses and sent those ladies on their merry way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The only thing that was left was a frame with a missing lens.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They hear another knock on the door and it’s a man with only one eye.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He swore he wouldn’t have believed it himself if he wasn’t there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He also believes that each prescription was meant for each individual that received those glasses.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, he has over 2,000 pairs of glasses and someone even donated a machine that can find the prescription of your eye and the prescription of the glasses, allowing them to match glasses up perfectly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was amazing to see how God has provided for this growing ministry!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We got to see only a glimpse of it while we where there for only one week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-8359357107755062302?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/8359357107755062302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=8359357107755062302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8359357107755062302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8359357107755062302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/04/romania.html' title='Romania'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S7jIq3AtVOI/AAAAAAAAARI/9BgeO1ac1PE/s72-c/group+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-3718941136099232560</id><published>2010-03-03T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T03:50:04.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Family Fun Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Roman;color:#4f2f18;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times-Roman;color:#4f2f18;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Once a year, Vienna Christian School hosts an International Family Fun Night. Many of the students dress in their native traditional dress. The classrooms in the elementary each become a different country and the kids get their pretend passports stamped as they enter each room. There was food and music from all over the world! It’s a great way to learn about other cultures as well as get to see your own students dress in theirs!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the end of the night there was a talent show where many of the students did cultural dances or played instruments. Hana, with her sisters, played the drums and a symbol in a traditional Korean way. Blessed (the boy in the red to the right) did an African dance with scarves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sarah did an Egyptian dance to a praise song with her sisters. And my little RJ did a Filipino dance with all the other Filipinos at the school. It was such a neat night! To the right you will see five of my little first graders dressed in their traditional garb.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45E6UwTqyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/u5dc8VT-UdQ/s1600-h/International+Family+Fun+Night+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444364768331934498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45E6UwTqyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/u5dc8VT-UdQ/s400/International+Family+Fun+Night+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm dressed as an American and Reesa is Austrian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45EjhxXX6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7j9YnWzgpW0/s1600-h/International+Family+Fun+Night+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444364376689041314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45EjhxXX6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7j9YnWzgpW0/s400/International+Family+Fun+Night+025.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is Sarah doing and Egyptian dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45EjYn38II/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2JEJ5nm6-hc/s1600-h/International+Family+Fun+Night+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444364374233313410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45EjYn38II/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2JEJ5nm6-hc/s400/International+Family+Fun+Night+021.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Blessed is from Uganda and he's doing an African dance with scarves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45Ei3h0YMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/75Y32dkwZj4/s1600-h/International+Family+Fun+Night+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444364365349544130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45Ei3h0YMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/75Y32dkwZj4/s400/International+Family+Fun+Night+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hana is playing the drums in an authentic Korean drum song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45Eilf7CTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/E-eCLrS79fQ/s1600-h/International+Family+Fun+Night+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444364360509753650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45Eilf7CTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/E-eCLrS79fQ/s400/International+Family+Fun+Night+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah is half Egyptian and half Austrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45EDfqW5KI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8_wZxfM1phY/s1600-h/International+Family+Fun+Night+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444363826366964898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45EDfqW5KI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8_wZxfM1phY/s400/International+Family+Fun+Night+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Hana. She is our newest student from Korea and her English has come a long way in the last month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45ECl_yPMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IYxZGGYAoUw/s1600-h/International+Family+Fun+Night+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444363810887580866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45ECl_yPMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/IYxZGGYAoUw/s400/International+Family+Fun+Night+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blessed is from Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45ECTvMF4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/95OV2qYvufU/s1600-h/International+Family+Fun+Night+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444363805986133890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45ECTvMF4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/95OV2qYvufU/s400/International+Family+Fun+Night+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eli is from Peru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45EBrTTQ1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/dTPmySZBhIg/s1600-h/International+Family+Fun+Night+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444363795131745106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45EBrTTQ1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/dTPmySZBhIg/s400/International+Family+Fun+Night+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanabel is also from Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-3718941136099232560?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/3718941136099232560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=3718941136099232560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3718941136099232560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3718941136099232560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-dressed-as-american-and-reesa-is.html' title='International Family Fun Night'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S45E6UwTqyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/u5dc8VT-UdQ/s72-c/International+Family+Fun+Night+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-8042660588603072444</id><published>2010-02-15T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T04:06:05.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids are 100 Days Smarter!</title><content type='html'>Today was the 100th day of school. The kids were each asked to bring a 100th day project. They had to get 100 objects and do something creative with it. Here's some of what they brought.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k24xVIzpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uZsQC_8chWE/s1600-h/100th+day+322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438438373969153682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k24xVIzpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uZsQC_8chWE/s400/100th+day+322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k2udTePLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vI67vq9BfeU/s1600-h/100th+day+314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438438196794768562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k2udTePLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vI67vq9BfeU/s400/100th+day+314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 100 Origami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k2lcmgX1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fkLkXXaHJzY/s1600-h/100th+day+317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438438041987342162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k2lcmgX1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fkLkXXaHJzY/s400/100th+day+317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No party of mine is complete without a dance party!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k2XpLVreI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FNAm-2c17D4/s1600-h/100th+day+348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438437804844887522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k2XpLVreI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FNAm-2c17D4/s400/100th+day+348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k2SYhJtsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6Un3_pDNpvo/s1600-h/100th+day+349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438437714473629378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k2SYhJtsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6Un3_pDNpvo/s400/100th+day+349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k2MacKoMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dFqMxvMfVCA/s1600-h/100th+day+332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438437611910373570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k2MacKoMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/dFqMxvMfVCA/s400/100th+day+332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and eating of course! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438436955843891106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k1mOZuj6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ChrarXzLZdM/s400/100th+day+326.JPG" /&gt; We ate a 100th day cake and a trail mix we made with 100 ingredients of each thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k1cw9WfKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/sycNzX_tmog/s1600-h/100th+day+324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438436793321421986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k1cw9WfKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/sycNzX_tmog/s400/100th+day+324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-8042660588603072444?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/8042660588603072444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=8042660588603072444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8042660588603072444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8042660588603072444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-kids-are-100-days-smarter.html' title='My Kids are 100 Days Smarter!'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S3k24xVIzpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uZsQC_8chWE/s72-c/100th+day+322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-9059926315606997984</id><published>2010-01-31T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:09:04.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VHsedWPlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pOjD-kWqW_8/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432827354908343890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VHsedWPlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pOjD-kWqW_8/s400/Ice+Skating+0082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday, we got to go ice skating at the Rathaus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VG-lwFgHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bBI3R_is05I/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432826566592004210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VG-lwFgHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bBI3R_is05I/s400/Ice+Skating+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were paths you could skate down all around the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VGwOhxsPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WpFKpksWBNU/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432826319839801586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VGwOhxsPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WpFKpksWBNU/s400/Ice+Skating+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't this cool?  That's Leslie, our ELL teacher and my twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VGV1jVLnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pK-2tDANTXI/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432825866458836594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VGV1jVLnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pK-2tDANTXI/s400/Ice+Skating+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had penguins on skis for kids who needed to hold on to something to skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VGHjGJQ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/FeN4-RPGjRY/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432825620986414002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VGHjGJQ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/FeN4-RPGjRY/s400/Ice+Skating+0172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VFOL0FN-I/AAAAAAAAANY/pey56uXtxF4/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432824635484092386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VFOL0FN-I/AAAAAAAAANY/pey56uXtxF4/s400/Ice+Skating+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though some of us spent more time falling than skating, we all had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VE8NQqzEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mrcR1E0t52s/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432824326634785858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VE8NQqzEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mrcR1E0t52s/s400/Ice+Skating+0192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the subway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VDZ5PuZyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IKGoZSJkY4M/s1600-h/Ice+Skating+0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432822637634938658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VDZ5PuZyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IKGoZSJkY4M/s400/Ice+Skating+0252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So tired!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-9059926315606997984?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/9059926315606997984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=9059926315606997984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/9059926315606997984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/9059926315606997984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/01/ice-skating.html' title='Ice Skating'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S2VHsedWPlI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pOjD-kWqW_8/s72-c/Ice+Skating+0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-5558778220329733809</id><published>2010-01-23T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T05:58:59.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutoring Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S1sAdZUDRoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RqLAEWWJTfs/s1600-h/Tutoring+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429934280736458370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S1sAdZUDRoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RqLAEWWJTfs/s400/Tutoring+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S1r_ZCm6SSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Y7r-6cmpEkE/s1600-h/Tutoring+Room+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429933106410440994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S1r_ZCm6SSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Y7r-6cmpEkE/s400/Tutoring+Room+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-5558778220329733809?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/5558778220329733809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=5558778220329733809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5558778220329733809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5558778220329733809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/01/tutoring-room.html' title='Tutoring Room'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S1sAdZUDRoI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RqLAEWWJTfs/s72-c/Tutoring+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2311837322365454216</id><published>2010-01-21T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:28:50.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher Columbus</title><content type='html'>When I asked the kids what they thought Columbus saw when he landed in the New World, one boy said, “The airport, duh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When learning the names of the three ships, the kids gasped as they heard about the Santa Maria.  “SANTA,” one boy cries!  Another whispers to his neighbor, “Is that Santa’s wife’s name…Maria?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-2311837322365454216?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2311837322365454216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2311837322365454216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2311837322365454216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2311837322365454216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/01/christopher-columbus.html' title='Christopher Columbus'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-288794149434372952</id><published>2010-01-19T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:49:44.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed...</title><content type='html'>Today I was overwhelmed. I often think that being victorious means that I don’t fail, stumble, or make mistakes.  Success equals victory.  Or does it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Nicole means to be victorious and that has encouraged me in all the things I’ve overcome in my life. But I’m quick to forget why I’m victorious.  It’s nights like tonight when I come home and realize I cannot do it on my own.  I can only truly be victorious when I fully rely on Him.  So instead of stressing out, I’m falling on my knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this whole process of starting a special needs program, I’ve done all those things…fail…make mistakes…been called into the principal’s office.  I’ve had tears, stress, and migraines.  But why?  Isn’t it through failure, weakness, and neediness that we learn to rely on Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I’ve asked God to bless the work and be apart of the process.  But I’ve learned that I’ve asked Him to do these things for something I decided to do.  I’ve learned that I need to come to Him with an open heart.  His plan is different than mine.  Now I’m praying that God would change my heart so that HIS desires are within me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I’ve been given the chance to start a resource room in the elementary.  “Great,” you say.  “Isn’t that what we’ve been praying for?”  But now as I look into a stale, empty room with a broken bookshelf and two tables, fear overcomes me.  How will I find the time to plan for this?  How will I create lessons (in which we have no curriculum for) for another teacher to teach my 1st graders science and social studies while creating lessons for each individual in the resource room to meet each of those students needs…all during my one plan period a week.  How? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I cannot achieve such a goal by myself.  Thus begins my journey of totally reliance on Him.  One step at a time, leaning on Him every step of the way.  It’s not a road of success but one of multiple failures.  But I hope that through those failures and lessons learned that a program will start to build and children’s lives will change as we start filling those educational gaps and start to see growth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34&lt;br /&gt;2. I will boast only in the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;            let all who are helpless take heart.&lt;br /&gt;3. Come, let us tell of the Lord’s greatness;&lt;br /&gt;            let us exalt His name together.&lt;br /&gt;4. I prayed to the Lord, and He answered me.&lt;br /&gt;            He freed me from all my fears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-288794149434372952?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/288794149434372952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=288794149434372952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/288794149434372952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/288794149434372952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/01/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6761579127213492706</id><published>2010-01-08T12:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:44:34.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>Today it snowed and snowed in Vienna. It let up for a short time so we could all go out and make a snowman.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eYay5VR0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/70KQTHtHUCU/s1600-h/New+Years+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424471862297315138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eYay5VR0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/70KQTHtHUCU/s400/New+Years+065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eYMdXz9_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MKR9XO6_azQ/s1600-h/New+Years+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424471616001406962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eYMdXz9_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MKR9XO6_azQ/s400/New+Years+072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eYC0gmxiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yMy6WtcXXnM/s1600-h/Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424471450413614626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eYC0gmxiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/yMy6WtcXXnM/s400/Edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6761579127213492706?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6761579127213492706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6761579127213492706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6761579127213492706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6761579127213492706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/01/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eYay5VR0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/70KQTHtHUCU/s72-c/New+Years+065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1678318275857043081</id><published>2010-01-02T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:46:03.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silvester in Wien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eRu7L6NMI/AAAAAAAAALg/gIuhDar4deU/s1600-h/New+Years+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424464511538705602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eRu7L6NMI/AAAAAAAAALg/gIuhDar4deU/s400/New+Years+050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For New Years Eve, Reesa and I decided to see what was going on at the Graben. Someone told us people come from all over Europe to see this. We though we just had to make it out to see what all the fuss was about...us and about a million other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was real neat. I felt like I was in Town Square. We walked with the mad mass of people towards the center of the city. Every few blocks there was a different live band. It was great because everyone else knew the words and we had never even heard the songs before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eRUUOeI0I/AAAAAAAAALY/9oOBkPRQzKY/s1600-h/New+Years+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424464054403867458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eRUUOeI0I/AAAAAAAAALY/9oOBkPRQzKY/s400/New+Years+049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, the more we walked the more we were leary of what we had gotten ourselves into. The fire works were less than applealing. Since there was no organized show, everyone just shot up their own fire works in the mist of the crowd. It sounded like we were in a war zone. Then you'd walk a few feet and you would see someone light something and you'd duck for cover and plug your ears. People were using the liquor bottles they had just emptied to shoot off bottle rockets. One of those times, something had gone wrong as we saw green glass falling from the sky. This was when we decided this wasn't our cup of tea and started back home...against the crowd. We'd walk a few feet and see some drunk kid with a lighter, scream and grab each other and walk quickly the other way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we made it back to our U-Bahn stop and felt we were safe. However the smoke coming out of the U-Bahn station made us wonder if they were shooting them off in there. We walked down the stairs to a guy pointing a firework directly at a group of people pretending to hold them hostage. We walked as close to wall on the other side but really wanted to get out of there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY, we were on our U-Bahn...with all the old people who knew better than to get out with that crowd. We were actually on the U-Bahn at midnight and missed the big hoopla. We got off at our stop, so glad to have made it home but again the smoke had us worried. As we walked up the stairs we saw men laying fire crackers over the entire ground lighting them all at the same time. It looked like our exit was in fire. We had to go out a different exit and walk around. Here's what we saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eRCRfeBAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/b5pSXZhSYXM/s1600-h/New+Years+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424463744432210946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eRCRfeBAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/b5pSXZhSYXM/s400/New+Years+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly crossed the street where there were more people lighting things and ran to our door. Finally we were safe at home! Next year, I think we'll just stay in. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1678318275857043081?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1678318275857043081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1678318275857043081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1678318275857043081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1678318275857043081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2010/01/silvester-in-wien.html' title='Silvester in Wien'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/S0eRu7L6NMI/AAAAAAAAALg/gIuhDar4deU/s72-c/New+Years+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-3003919237055216548</id><published>2009-12-31T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:06:58.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping on Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzySkzYeg5I/AAAAAAAAALI/QVJfPMQWcxo/s1600-h/Christmas+Grocery+Store+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421369212413051794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzySkzYeg5I/AAAAAAAAALI/QVJfPMQWcxo/s400/Christmas+Grocery+Store+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the day after I got back from Paris I needed to grab some groceries...you know, the essentials...lunch meat, soy milk, orange juice, and some apples.  This was the line outside the only grocery store in the city that was open.  All the other stores were closed because it was "Boxing Day" (the day after Christmas where everyone boxes up their Christmas decorations). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait outside because they were only letting so many people in at a time (because the stores here are pretty small).  I had to slowly inch my way into the middle of the mob and wait for them to open the doors.  They only opened half of the door so there wasn't a mad rush.  As they opened the door there was a lot of pushing and shoving until the current of people finally swept me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, the lines were all the way to the back of the store.  When you found something you wanted you had to ask the person standing in line to hand it to you.  “No, no, that one…no over…yeah!”  I saw one man join his friend towards the front of the line.  It was funny to see all the people in front of me giving a disapproving nod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually we stock up before a holiday, but I was in Paris for a week so that was not possible.  Facing the mob was they only option.  I'm in the middle of the mob pictured above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-3003919237055216548?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/3003919237055216548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=3003919237055216548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3003919237055216548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3003919237055216548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-on-boxing-day.html' title='Shopping on Boxing Day'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzySkzYeg5I/AAAAAAAAALI/QVJfPMQWcxo/s72-c/Christmas+Grocery+Store+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1938617877050750317</id><published>2009-12-29T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:30:59.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas via Skype</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpJC2Cq5TI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5GhJ8MdrzBw/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420725414709093682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpJC2Cq5TI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5GhJ8MdrzBw/s400/Christmas+2009+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year my family Christmas was on Skype. Dustin and Alex (my brother and his fiancee) drove the two hours to my parents house in WI. I opened my package they sent me and they opened the package I sent them. I also got to see everyone else open their gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpIzpA6xDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OCblBmcieLo/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420725153514046514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpIzpA6xDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OCblBmcieLo/s400/Video+call+snapshot+2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although I couldn't be with them all day or hug or kiss them, it felt like I was really there. In fact, my mom took pictures of me with them as if I was actually in the room. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpIm-C3ntI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ErRSpp1XW7g/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420724935821074130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpIm-C3ntI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ErRSpp1XW7g/s400/Christmas+2009+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My best friend Dawna was here in Vienna for Christmas. She and the rest of the Duerksens were here visiting Reesa (my roommate and another best friend). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a different Christmas but a great Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1938617877050750317?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1938617877050750317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1938617877050750317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1938617877050750317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1938617877050750317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-via-skype.html' title='Christmas via Skype'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpJC2Cq5TI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5GhJ8MdrzBw/s72-c/Christmas+2009+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2388225125401924771</id><published>2009-12-25T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:42:18.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpM9pCcWgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BcBZAVd-jpk/s1600-h/Paris+351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420729723365644802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpM9pCcWgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BcBZAVd-jpk/s400/Paris+351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Christmas day, Carrie, Amanda, and I packed a lunch, ate it in front of the Eiffel Tower, then went ice skating in front of the Eiffel Tower.  How  many people can say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpMj2Z4ERI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Pl7PEmgYGP0/s1600-h/Paris+362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420729280276992274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpMj2Z4ERI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Pl7PEmgYGP0/s400/Paris+362.JPG" /&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/2607905727807170284-2388225125401924771?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2388225125401924771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2388225125401924771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2388225125401924771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2388225125401924771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpM9pCcWgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BcBZAVd-jpk/s72-c/Paris+351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-5813747577546284708</id><published>2009-12-23T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:53:43.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpOfF4X_CI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TX7waCGb_uw/s1600-h/Paris+229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420731397555354658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpOfF4X_CI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TX7waCGb_uw/s400/Paris+229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Christmas, I couldn't afford to fly back to the states so I spent it closer to home in Paris. Four of us from VCS went: Carrie, Amanda, RheaAnne, and myself. We met up with a teacher who teaches at Black Forest Academy in Germany: Rachel. It was a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpOMv1yp5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/i9CSO3qHr0M/s1600-h/Paris+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420731082401294226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpOMv1yp5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/i9CSO3qHr0M/s400/Paris+142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was it great to be in Pairs, it was great to be on break from school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-5813747577546284708?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/5813747577546284708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=5813747577546284708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5813747577546284708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5813747577546284708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-break-in-paris.html' title='Christmas Break in Paris'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SzpOfF4X_CI/AAAAAAAAAKw/TX7waCGb_uw/s72-c/Paris+229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-8679544905636154271</id><published>2009-12-19T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:34:06.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Story</title><content type='html'>The Christmas holiday has been a great time to share with my kids about why Jesus came to earth.  Each day in the month of December, we read a different children’s book about the story of Christmas.  When I asked the kids why He came to earth one little boy raised his hands and said, “To be our sacrifice.”  We talked about how Jesus came to earth to eventually die for our sins.  Which is crazy because I have a couple of students who have told me they do not believe in Jesus.  One of my Muslim students is quick to remind me that he is not a Christian and does not celebrate Christmas.  However, in his Christmas card he gave me on Friday he wrote, “Jesus loves me.”  So, my kids are hearing the gospel time after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I was helping my middle schoolers with a project they had.  They were to compare Buddhism, Hinduism, and Christianity.  We made posters and when we got to Christianity I asked them what made a person a Christian.  One said, “Well, at the end of your life if you’ve accomplished a lot I guess you can go to heaven.”  Another said, “Well, if you do good things, I guess?”  So, I took out the Bible and shared Ephesians 2:8-9 which states that salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done instead it’s a gift.  Then I turned to Romans 3:23 that says we all fall short of God’s standards.  They were stumped.  “I don’t know, I guess” they replied.  So, from there I was able to show them Romans 10:9-10 “If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.  For it is by believing in your heart that you are made right with God, and it is by confessing with your mouth that you are saved.”  Truth is, its not a complicated process at all.  So, from that we were able to finish our project AND learn about salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-8679544905636154271?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/8679544905636154271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=8679544905636154271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8679544905636154271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8679544905636154271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-story.html' title='The Christmas Story'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-146959828552054640</id><published>2009-12-11T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:09:20.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417001207917822050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Sy0N5enNwGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VX0ikHkYqoY/s400/Mohammed+Edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, we took the U-bahn (and had to transfer once.)  This was the scariest thing ever.  I had 12 little lives I had to make sure made it on to each U-bahn before the doors shut.  I kept counting and counting to make sure I didn't lose one of them.  We all made it there and back.  (I have to block out this little boy's face for his protection.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417007871801951490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Sy0T9XhABQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NXnZgmb1GOg/s400/Hunterwasserhaus+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, we arived at the Rathous.  Inside, we painted tea lights for Christmas gifts.  It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Sy0KlsQ0yKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/REfBjCPdJrE/s1600-h/Mohammed+Edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416997569449740450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Sy0KlsQ0yKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/REfBjCPdJrE/s400/Mohammed+Edit2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't we cute? I have to edit the picture for our little boy's safety.  After the tea lights were done we went out side to the Christmas market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SyJcVpO586I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tYaxNOKIzRs/s1600-h/Hunterwasserhaus+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413991228968137634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SyJcVpO586I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tYaxNOKIzRs/s400/Hunterwasserhaus+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at their faces! They are in awe of the candy! This is before one of them threw up on my pants.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SyJcIdAaI-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/OpTggbz7xJ4/s1600-h/Hunterwasserhaus+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413991002347807714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SyJcIdAaI-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/OpTggbz7xJ4/s400/Hunterwasserhaus+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and "Miss Mac". It was cold and raining!  One of our kind mothers bought us some kinder punch to keep us warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-146959828552054640?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/146959828552054640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=146959828552054640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/146959828552054640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/146959828552054640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/12/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Sy0N5enNwGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VX0ikHkYqoY/s72-c/Mohammed+Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-3203901597853376006</id><published>2009-11-26T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:22:46.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a great day to reflect on all the things the Lord has done for me this year.  As I look back to this time last year, I had just heard that Vienna Christian School needed a Special Ed teacher and was still trying to figure out if this is where the Lord was leading me.  In December, I sent out my first round of support letters.  So many things fell right into place.  My lease was up at the right time, I had just paid off my car, my parents had a place to store some of my things.  I started to sell my things and they either sold for asking price and a couple times the people gave me more than asking price...when does that ever happen?  My support came in a couple weeks before I was scheduled to fly out.  And it was just evident that this is where the Lord was leading me.  Once I was here, the Lord provided a great apartment and furnature.  I'm living with a great roommate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard part of this year was leaving my two jobs that I loved so much.  I came here and wasn't sure what my purpose was.  I went through many tears and frustrations.  I had expectations that weren't met.  I realized that I had a lot of pride in my old job.  And I brought that pride here thinking I would be able to bulid this program with no problems.  The Lord really streached me and taught me that I needed to rely on Him and that I wasn't as great as I thought I was.  And for that, I'm thankful.  I'm also thankful for my first graders who are the smartest and cutest first graders in the world!  They keep me on my toes and they keep me laughing!  I'm also thankful for my 3 special needs students...I pray that the Lord will allow me to show them they are able to succeed and there is no better way than to show them Jesus in the process!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my family that I left behind.  My dad had surgery a few weeks ago where they found some pre-cancer.  He also got some skin cancer removed.  I'm so thankful that they found it and got rid of it!  I'm so thankful for my Dad!  I'm also thankful that my mom was able to get her knee replaced.  It was a long stretch of pain for her but I'm thankful the surgery went well and that she is walking again without a walker or cane.  I'm very thankful for for my mom.  I'm also thankful for Dustin (my brother).  He and his fiance, Alex, are getting married in June.  They just moved to a nicer part of WI and have a puppy named Molly.  Dustin was able to get a keyboard and a computer to set up a new music studio.  I'm thankful for my brother.  Alex has been a blessing to our family.  She is such a sweet girl and I'm thankful that she will be my sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-3203901597853376006?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/3203901597853376006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=3203901597853376006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3203901597853376006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/3203901597853376006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-im-thankful-for.html' title='What I&apos;m Thankful For...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6883552621532277957</id><published>2009-11-22T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:09:26.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dish Out Consequences Because I Love You</title><content type='html'>Some how on Thursday of last week I started to explain to my class that the reason I gave consequences when the students disobeyed was because I loved them.  Then that conversation moved to why parents punish us.  From there I felt the Spirit moving to explain how we are all sinners and deserve punishment from God.  From there we had a lovely conversation about how God came to earth to take that punishment away.  We must have talked about this for a half hour (and this is a long time for 1st graders).  The kids just kept asking questions!  It was amazing!  They were a little concerned that we weren't on schedule and we should have been doing phonics...but I explained that this conversation was probably the most important thing we could talk about!  After that conversation, I could tell that the kids were still thinking about it.  Questions came up in their journals....they were asking questions like..."What happens to people who die that don't know Jesus."  It's crazy that little 6 year olds can comprehend something so big.  And it's amazing that when kids ask these questions I'm free to have a half hour conversation with them about it...whether they come from a Christian family or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I gave a detention to one of my middle school students for not turing in homework.  When she came to serve her detention I told her I gave her that detention because I cared deeply about her and I wanted the best for her.  She rolled her eyes (she's in 7th grade) and said, "I know Miss Braun...I know, ok?"  This student is so far behind in school she has given up trying.  My goal is convince her that she is capable of graduating and show her God's love in the meantime.  This student's father is Islam and her mother claims all relgions are right.  They have decided to let her choose whatever she feels like...and then put her in a Christian school.  What an opportunity we have! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that the Lord would continue to open doors of conversation to share about Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6883552621532277957?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6883552621532277957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6883552621532277957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6883552621532277957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6883552621532277957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dish-out-consequences-because-i-love.html' title='I Dish Out Consequences Because I Love You'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2834521537534607632</id><published>2009-11-18T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:21:34.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Help my Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SwQQ6bzkKYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NRy9NozH90g/s1600/newsletter+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405464048833931650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SwQQ6bzkKYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NRy9NozH90g/s400/newsletter+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today's journal article was "How I Help my Teacher". One of my students wrote, "When I help my taecher I listin to her so I can learn something from her. I know math, phonics, reading, all ckinde of things. Also I learn'd something to God loves us so much." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one wrote, "I help my teacher when she can't remember where her things are." This is true! I carry things around my classroom and lay them down in strange places and then I ask the kids where I put it! Ha!&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/2607905727807170284-2834521537534607632?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2834521537534607632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2834521537534607632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2834521537534607632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2834521537534607632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-i-help-my-teacher.html' title='How I Help my Teacher'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SwQQ6bzkKYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NRy9NozH90g/s72-c/newsletter+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2987501952347047441</id><published>2009-11-14T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T05:23:50.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is How We Christmas Shop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Sv6p7cXiCgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BS6p4n_p7p8/s1600-h/Christmas+Market+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403943441583442434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Sv6p7cXiCgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BS6p4n_p7p8/s400/Christmas+Market+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Today was my first experience at the Wiener Christkindlmarkt (auf dem Rathausplatz). Rows and rows of ornaments, nativity scenes, jewlery, baby items, toys...you name it! Since it's so cold out, they sell hot punch in real mugs. You can also get sandwiches, hot dogs, and candy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403948828698602306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Sv6u1A7360I/AAAAAAAAAIY/d9YKGjnIoV4/s400/Christmas+Market+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-2987501952347047441?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2987501952347047441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2987501952347047441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2987501952347047441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2987501952347047441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-how-we-christmas-shop.html' title='This is How We Christmas Shop!'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Sv6p7cXiCgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/BS6p4n_p7p8/s72-c/Christmas+Market+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-7150537703892357511</id><published>2009-11-06T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T03:47:03.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401267324090551218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SvUoA51Xi7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/gTkWELkMIUw/s400/Fall+Festival+002.JPG" /&gt; Last weekend was fall festival! It was a time for all the students to come come with their families for an evening of fun. Each teacher manned a booth. This is one of my students at the fishing pond. It was the weekend of Halloween and so I was picturing all my students coming in costumes. One of my students told me she was going to go home and get all dressed up. But what she meant was she was going to go home and put on a pretty dress! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401268639027922946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SvUpNcW3iAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/eNaUJwPpn6U/s400/Fall+Festival+010.JPG" /&gt;I manned the arm wrestling booth. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401269527915191858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SvUqBLuG3jI/AAAAAAAAAII/qT1hrAKO0Tg/s400/Fall+Festival+009.JPG" /&gt;One of my students getting beat by his sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-7150537703892357511?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/7150537703892357511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=7150537703892357511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7150537703892357511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7150537703892357511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-festival.html' title='Fall Festival'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SvUoA51Xi7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/gTkWELkMIUw/s72-c/Fall+Festival+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-5186650437046668567</id><published>2009-10-02T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T03:25:54.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serving Coffee for Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SsXVBWRdYLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/scd8s_-pSQ8/s1600-h/Wisdom+award+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387946748354060466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SsXVBWRdYLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/scd8s_-pSQ8/s400/Wisdom+award+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;Last weekend, Reesa and I did an outreach at our church (Calvary Chapel of Wien). The goal was to pass out free coffee to people in the third district of Vienna. We just wanted to serve them and be a blessing to them...no strings attached. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;We had two tables set up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One was by a strassenbahn (train) stop and another by the airport.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As people walked by, we offered a hot cup of coffee.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many were skeptical and asked why.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My friend Nate would tell them, “two things are free today: coffee and God’s love.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some would just smile and take the coffee others would stay and talk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some wouldn’t even make eye contact and walked quicker if you tried to offer them a cup.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ascii-font-family: Georgia; mso-hansi-font-family: Georgia; mso-char-type: symbolfont-family:Wingdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387946524651011762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SsXU0U6fvrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nxZsd_zmaqk/s400/Wisdom+award+010.JPG" /&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/2607905727807170284-5186650437046668567?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/5186650437046668567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=5186650437046668567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5186650437046668567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5186650437046668567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/10/serving-coffee-for-jesus.html' title='Serving Coffee for Jesus'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SsXVBWRdYLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/scd8s_-pSQ8/s72-c/Wisdom+award+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2131622566477608592</id><published>2009-09-25T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:29:19.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have my visa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SryZ0Q_3xAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gy8gHH8LX2U/s1600-h/Visa+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385348377623380994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SryZ0Q_3xAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gy8gHH8LX2U/s400/Visa+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-2131622566477608592?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2131622566477608592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2131622566477608592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2131622566477608592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2131622566477608592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-i-have-my-visa.html' title='I have my visa!!!'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SryZ0Q_3xAI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gy8gHH8LX2U/s72-c/Visa+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-9024628946108521877</id><published>2009-08-29T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:38:31.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of my Flat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello and welcome to Reesa and my flat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spomyg9TQsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vnZJEQ7XaZ8/s1600-h/more+flat+pics+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375651754502472386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spomyg9TQsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vnZJEQ7XaZ8/s320/more+flat+pics+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spomlx-bT8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dB_a9mZwl9k/s1600-h/more+flat+pics+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375651535732297666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spomlx-bT8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dB_a9mZwl9k/s320/more+flat+pics+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpomA8O8v3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wlcJvcvts3Y/s1600-h/more+flat+pics+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spol0l45R_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/zVXGsK3ZObg/s1600-h/more+flat+pics+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpolqFI88xI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wZiotcsfA6Q/s1600-h/more+flat+pics+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;Entry way and kitchen. (Reesa made treats.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpojfK7bJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/GWgBTjzTE_c/s1600-h/Flat+pics+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375648123636623250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpojfK7bJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/GWgBTjzTE_c/s320/Flat+pics+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpojPO2f6mI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aF19hMlEhuU/s1600-h/Flat+pics+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375647849811798626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpojPO2f6mI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aF19hMlEhuU/s320/Flat+pics+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spojv_aBBEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/47G88sI7A9w/s1600-h/Flat+pics+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375648412601484354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spojv_aBBEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/47G88sI7A9w/s200/Flat+pics+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a great view from our living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpojAu73WNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sLdQsQ4olG8/s1600-h/Flat+pics+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375647600726202578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpojAu73WNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sLdQsQ4olG8/s400/Flat+pics+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet is never in the same room as the shower and the toilets are very different here. For everyone's sake, I won't go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpoiqoaXN9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/tYXTOgmpwMg/s1600-h/Flat+pics+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375647221017950162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpoiqoaXN9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/tYXTOgmpwMg/s320/Flat+pics+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375646918237108514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpoiZAdyOSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0MOa1vIjM6k/s320/Flat+pics+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spoh-Wyoj5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/hu-rSuLysrE/s1600-h/Flat+pics+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375646460373667730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spoh-Wyoj5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/hu-rSuLysrE/s320/Flat+pics+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the left is Reesa's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spog6fS81JI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NCv-Xlaf9iE/s1600-h/Flat+pics+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375645294425592978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spog6fS81JI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NCv-Xlaf9iE/s400/Flat+pics+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpoguIPNSEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vkuVkduHq4g/s1600-h/Flat+pics+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375645082077448258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpoguIPNSEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vkuVkduHq4g/s320/Flat+pics+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpoggHx3cjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X2jkNKdclSs/s1600-h/Flat+pics+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375644841436213810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpoggHx3cjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X2jkNKdclSs/s200/Flat+pics+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The view outside my bedroom window...looks a little like the view out the living room window. We can hear everything that happens because everyone's windows are wide open. I can't wait until the neighbor's baby starts sleeping through the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks for visiting!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-9024628946108521877?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/9024628946108521877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=9024628946108521877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/9024628946108521877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/9024628946108521877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/08/tour-of-my-flat.html' title='Tour of my Flat'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Spomyg9TQsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/vnZJEQ7XaZ8/s72-c/more+flat+pics+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-7085368017951152036</id><published>2009-08-29T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:21:45.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping in Austria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shopping in Austria is a quite an experience. They are "green" here so they don't give you bags you have bring your own. You fill your bags as you go through the store and try to decide...hummm...I would like that but do I want to carry it home? Once your bags are full and your back is breaking you go through the check out. This is also a hoot. They greet you and try to hurry you along by going as fast as they possibly can, piling all your groceries on the other side. They don't have baggers here so you must bag your own...as the woman is piling them on faster than you can put them in your bag. You start to wonder how you got that much in the bag in the first place. Then as you're are frantically bagging the woman is long done and expecting you to pay her. So you stop, quick pull out your money, and in a jiffy she hands you back your change and starts checking out the next person and that persons food comes flying your way. Ahhhhhh, so you start loading your arms with the aquardly packed bags and all the items you couldn't get to fit back in them and head to a place designaged for repacking as the Astrian behind you is laughing at you because they know we aren't from around here. And that's only a third of the battle...now you have to get it home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375371820925456402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpkoMPHoEBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YPuW17TZJaM/s400/8.29.09+012.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This was me riding the U-Ban after shopping at Ikea for the last of our house decorations. I have my purse held over my right shoulder, my teacher bag with two teacher edition text books, a large plant and an over filled bag with two pillows some fake flowers, candles, and other decorations. Try hanging on to all that and not topple over as the U-Ban starts and stops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375373039760988546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpkpTLoqWYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/INmBxRSAKIM/s400/8.29.09+018.JPG" /&gt;Here I am carrying groceris home. Trust me...they were much more heavy than they look. The camera takes off about 20 pounds. :-)  OK we are 2/3 of the way done... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375373964075601954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpkqI--cECI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Il2-Qdo7g30/s400/8.29.09+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, now we are home and the last part is fitting all that into the very small fridge (the freezer is in there, too).  Once, it's all unloaded we sit down and think, "Whose gonna cook it for us?  We are way to tired!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-7085368017951152036?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/7085368017951152036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=7085368017951152036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7085368017951152036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7085368017951152036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/08/shopping-in-austria.html' title='Shopping in Austria'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpkoMPHoEBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YPuW17TZJaM/s72-c/8.29.09+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-4330217598850134978</id><published>2009-08-28T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:21:09.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpfgghG1nZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0JX-iPklXbg/s1600-h/Aug+Class+Pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375011529537461650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpfgghG1nZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0JX-iPklXbg/s400/Aug+Class+Pic+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you pick out the American in this photo? The little girl in the back two from the right was born in America but lived in Hong Kong and Ethiopia. Other than that they are all internationals. I have a couple from Zimbabwe, one from Uganda, one from the Philippines, one from S. Korea, and the others I can't remember. I have one who speaks no English at all. I have twelve students (one I can't picture and the other hasn't come to school yet). I am just loving these kids. They all are very well behaved (though squirrely) and have a great sense of humor. I get love notes and hugs all day long. What more could anyone ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never taught first grade before and didn't know what to expect. I thought they would come in not being able to read at all. So, I sat down to see what words they did know by giving them an easy book with only 2 words on each page. The book was called "I Go."  I said, "Can you read this to me?" and the little boy says "Benchmark A." Which was written on the top of the book in smaller letters.  My mouth dropped open. Some of these students are almost a grade level ahead in reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day I had the students doing some writing. The project they were working on said I like _______. I thought, "Oh, I hope they can write at least one word." They wrote a paragraph! I told them I have the smartest 1st graders in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start off each morning with "Community Circle" where we share something about ourselves and then we have prayer time. It is so sweet to hear these little people pray for each other and praise God for each other. Truly amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start up with special needs next week. I'm excited to dive into that. I have an hour and a half in the morning that my kids are at specials, German, and Bible. I have three students right now that need my help for sure, one middle schooler and two elementary. Others are going through the process. Please pray for me that I can juggle both positions well and that I'm not cheating my first graders or the special needs students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-4330217598850134978?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/4330217598850134978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=4330217598850134978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4330217598850134978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4330217598850134978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-you-pick-out-american-in-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SpfgghG1nZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0JX-iPklXbg/s72-c/Aug+Class+Pic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2117431983134502944</id><published>2009-08-27T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:46:28.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Doctor</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to doctor because I needed refills on my prescriptions and it turned out to be the most interesting cultural experiences I’ve ever had.  In social medicine its first come first serve.  You can’t call ahead and make an appointment.  Judie and I got there at ten ‘til 5 and they close the doors at 5.  If you are in the door by five the doctor has to see you.  So, sometimes Gabbie (my doctor) will stay for hours after closing to see all the people.  Then she has to make her house calls to all people who couldn’t make it to the office.  Next morning, she wakes up early and does it all again. &lt;br /&gt;Well, if you like people watching you would have died to have been a fly on the wall in this waiting room.  We had one couple making out (hope she doesn’t catch what he has!), a mother and her baby, one man who was so high on drugs he couldn’t sit up or hold his paper, a mom and her baby, an old woman, a man talking to himself and hoping everyone else would listen to him, and many others.  I knew we might be here a while but thinking that each visit should only be 10 minutes like they are in the states I thought we would be out of there in a jiffy.  Little did I know, each apt lasts 20-30 minutes.  But this left many hours of entertainment for Judie and I…well, until Judie fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;The drug addict starts sweating and falling over and realizes he might not make it to his turn so he starts asking people if he can go before them (in german of course).  Well, here in Austria you better follow the rules and no one likes waiting in a line.  So the man would argue but no one would let him cut in line.  Well the man talking to himself thought this was a great opportunity to strike up a conversation with the man.  This was hilarious to watch because the druggie would get annoyed with the man who couldn’t stop talking and roll his eyes and yell at him but the man would keep talking to him even while he was passing out.  I don’t think the man ever stopped talking the entire time!  Here in Austria, you greet the entire waiting room when you come in and say goodbye when you leave.  So it was funny to watch all the madness stop when someone would leave and say “auf Wiedersehn” and everyone would say it back and the madness would all start up again.   &lt;br /&gt;After four hours it was my turn and I got to see the doctor.  Here, seeing your doctor is like going to visit your accountant.  You sit behind a desk and talk about sickness then she gives you some options and you pick which one is best for you.   At the end of the visit she would not let me pay her because I had to wait so long.  So, all in all, it was a good visit, I got what I needed, and saw what seemed like a reality TV show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-2117431983134502944?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2117431983134502944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2117431983134502944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2117431983134502944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2117431983134502944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-to-doctor.html' title='Going to the Doctor'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1627740727132402069</id><published>2009-08-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:05:17.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the Internet</title><content type='html'>YEAH!  Today we finally have the internet.  I'm so glad because before Reesa and I would have to go over to other teacher's houses to use theirs to call home or check email.  Although the teachers were gracious we no longer feel like a burden.  When we got here we were told that it would be "about a week."  Well what that really meant was that it would be about a week until we would get into our flat.  Then another week to meet with our landlord, then anoter week for a guy to come by the flat, then another week for him to send us what we need to hook up.  So, I'm sorry for the lack of communication but now you know why!  And boy do I have lots of stories to tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1627740727132402069?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1627740727132402069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1627740727132402069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1627740727132402069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1627740727132402069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-internet.html' title='Getting the Internet'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6169869108326991722</id><published>2009-07-30T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:57:50.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's the Big Day!</title><content type='html'>What a whirlwind this summer has been.  I can hardly believe that tomorrow I fly out.  I can hardly contain my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks ago I stood in front of Community Bible Church (my home church in Omaha) and told them I was at 68% of my support and needed 80% to go.  I prayed that I could just be at 80% so I could go and continue to raise support while I was there.  But, the Lord has went beyond my request and I now stand at 98.6% of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt;!  Can you even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it?  I only need $32 a month to be fully funded!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; only $768 over the span of two years!  I'm praying that that money would come in today or tomorrow.  I know it's possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two girls that were planning to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VCS&lt;/span&gt; this fall and are not able to because their support has not come in.  Please keep them in your prayers so that they can be at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VCS&lt;/span&gt; soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was meeting with the recruiter at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VCS&lt;/span&gt; and I had told her that the church I had grew up in was unable to take me on as a missionary and I was not well known at my home church.  During the four years I went to church there I was either in grad school or working as an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adjunct&lt;/span&gt; professor on top of my full time job.  I feared no one would give to someone the did not know.  She was honest with me and told me I'd have to work really hard to bring the money in.  I sent out letters and that brought in some donors but not enough.  I started calling churches and all but Sully Community Church told me they only allowed members to raise support at their churches.  It was looking dim but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stepped&lt;/span&gt; out in faith and quit my job.  My family and friends thought I was crazy and often times I feared that maybe I HAD made the wrong choice.  I did many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fundraisers&lt;/span&gt; but still did not have enough.  I made phone calls and flat out asked people for support.  That was the hardest thing!  About a month ago the church I grew up in let me come speak at church and I sent out more letters.  Even THEN I wasn't sure I would be able to go.  In the last two weeks, people have called, emailed, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebooked&lt;/span&gt;, or sent in commitment cards.  The Lord has truly done all the work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing I don't understand is why me?  Why are there people who couldn't bring in the money but the Lord has allowed me to be so close to fully funded?  I don't even have to raise support once I'm there.  I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; voted least likely to succeed when we all started raising support.  I'm not the the strongest, wisest, or even the best teacher!  I don't know why He chose me but I'm so glad that He did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Janett&lt;/span&gt; (the elementary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;administrator&lt;/span&gt;) called me a week ago and let me know I would be teaching first grade.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recruited&lt;/span&gt; to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VCS&lt;/span&gt; to set up a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; ed program I am excited about this opportunity.  He or someone else will come teach a class or two to allow me to get out and help those who need extra help.  I will be assessing students and finding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; needs.  I will then get to the students when I can and be a resource to their teachers.  Please pray that those students who need my help  will get it and that I can be the best first grade teacher to these students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6169869108326991722?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6169869108326991722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6169869108326991722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6169869108326991722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6169869108326991722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrows-big-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s the Big Day!'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2569424066519985041</id><published>2009-07-22T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:24:01.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visas, donations, and goodbyes,</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, I officially reached 80% of my support &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; means....I'M GOING TO VIENNA!!! Praise the Lord! 2 Cor 10:17 "Let him who boasts boast in the Lord." I'm now at 88% of my support and need only $300 more a month to be at 100% of my monthly support. Wow, God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we got the very good news that all the staff for Vienna Christian School were approved for our work and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;residential&lt;/span&gt; visas. Once we are there for 2 weeks we will all go as a group to file our paperwork right there in Vienna. Praise the Lord, I don't have to drive to Chicago once again to apply for my visa before we leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 8 very short days, I will be boarding a plane from Milwaukee to Chicago where I will meet up with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; and head to Vienna, Austria. I will be there for two years as I help set up a special education program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361390758067523250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Smd8fRStTrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/s6F4v4C8h2k/s400/going+away+party+011.JPG" /&gt;Sunday night my friends Dawna and Tammy threw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; and I a going away party. I have also been slowly saying goodbye to my Omaha friends. Tuesday was a hard night as I said goodbye to Dawna and Tammy for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm submitting a plan to my mission &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;organization&lt;/span&gt; that states how I will reach 100% of my support before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;. If I'm not able to make it they will start to recruit for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt;. Please pray that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remainder&lt;/span&gt; of my support comes in before I leave so that I will not have to raise support while I am overseas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-2569424066519985041?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2569424066519985041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2569424066519985041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2569424066519985041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2569424066519985041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/07/visas-donations-and-goodbyes.html' title='Visas, donations, and goodbyes,'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Smd8fRStTrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/s6F4v4C8h2k/s72-c/going+away+party+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6897774099485606076</id><published>2009-07-12T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:34:14.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Bible Church</title><content type='html'>Today, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; and I spoke at Community Bible Church in Omaha. This is my sending church. We were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commissioned&lt;/span&gt; this morning. I spoke about the school and where I was at financially. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlpkorCE8aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wc5YoLSf9HA/s1600-h/CBC+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357705356619608482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlpkorCE8aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wc5YoLSf9HA/s400/CBC+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the poster I have been carrying around with me to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;presentations&lt;/span&gt;. I have 68% of my monthly support. The blue part is the support that has been pledged and the red stickers are what I have left to raise. I'm still in need of 3 $100, 3 $75, 4 $50, and 2 $25 a month pledges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlphJEnouGI/AAAAAAAAADo/uiNLDvchHGI/s1600-h/CBC+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357701515197331554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlphJEnouGI/AAAAAAAAADo/uiNLDvchHGI/s400/CBC+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; and I stood in the middle of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sanctuary&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;congregation&lt;/span&gt; came around us and laid hands on us while Frank Fast prayed for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlphESeLRrI/AAAAAAAAADg/1YXOT6cNLaY/s1600-h/CBC+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357701433016403634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlphESeLRrI/AAAAAAAAADg/1YXOT6cNLaY/s400/CBC+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frank had a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;analogy&lt;/span&gt; about faith being like a rope. How thick does our rope need to be to feel secure? 2 inches? 1 inch? 1/4 inch? A quarter inch rope is fine when you are tying down a box but what if you were hanging off a cliff and it's the only thing keeping you up? In this economy, can you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; what the world is thinking about where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; and I are at right now? We have given up our jobs, our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apartments&lt;/span&gt;, our things, etc. WHAT WE ARE DOING DOESN'T SEEM LOGICAL! And even though I feel like I'm hanging from dental floss right now...I know it's gonna hold me up because God is hanging on to the other end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6897774099485606076?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6897774099485606076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6897774099485606076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6897774099485606076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6897774099485606076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/07/community-bible-church.html' title='Community Bible Church'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlpkorCE8aI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wc5YoLSf9HA/s72-c/CBC+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-7051950381249948903</id><published>2009-07-08T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:41:19.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FAITH CARRIES ME!</title><content type='html'>God has been teaching me so much about faith lately.  If you have faith in someone, you feel confident about their ability or goodness.  You have allegiance to them.   You have complete trust in them.  My faith has really been tested these last 6 months.  I have given up my job, my things, and my place to live.  I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; bought my tickets and shipped my things to Vienna.  I’m supposed to leave in 3 weeks, however, I’m only at 65% of my support.  Doubt and fear have defiantly set in!  Will my faith crumble or carry me through this time of uncertainty?  The truth is, what seems so big to me, is not bigger than the God I serve!  God has shown me before that he is in control and He will provide for me.  He has always been faithful.  Why would today be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 22:31-32  Simon, Simon, behold, Satan has demanded permission to sift you like wheat; but I have prayed for you, THAT YOUR FAITH MAY NOT FAIL, and you, when once you have turned again, strengthen your brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:34 Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12:1-2 Run with endurance the race that was set before us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-7051950381249948903?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/7051950381249948903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=7051950381249948903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7051950381249948903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7051950381249948903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-faith-carries-me.html' title='MY FAITH CARRIES ME!'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2198812886651351246</id><published>2009-07-05T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:27:30.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354993753923249762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlDCcn0H5mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ffnbDfxPBZ8/s400/Royals+Game+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Friday night was the Royal's game concession stand fund raiser! Our stand sold over $5,000 and I will get 10% of the profits. It was a lot of work but I had a great group of helpers. Thanks to&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt; Jean&lt;/span&gt; Vacha, Alissa King, Andrea Clark,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt; Cody B&lt;/span&gt;ittner, Matt Paul, an&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;d Dan Bu&lt;/span&gt;ndrick! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354995484997398610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlDEBYkXMFI/AAAAAAAAACg/txc49_zIEYA/s200/Royals+Game+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354996009426942690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlDEf6OG-uI/AAAAAAAAACw/mdqPsY2OvE8/s200/Royals+Game+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354997569575311234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlDF6uOd14I/AAAAAAAAADA/MNy2o092Zqw/s200/Royals+Game+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-2198812886651351246?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2198812886651351246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2198812886651351246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2198812886651351246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2198812886651351246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-night-was-royals-game-concession.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SlDCcn0H5mI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ffnbDfxPBZ8/s72-c/Royals+Game+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-8816421992917224544</id><published>2009-07-01T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:23:30.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Skt_LHW1bgI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ap0vIbXE5n8/s1600-h/skid+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353512410990079490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Skt_LHW1bgI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ap0vIbXE5n8/s400/skid+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are my boxes on my skid.  They leave for Vienna today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-8816421992917224544?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/8816421992917224544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=8816421992917224544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8816421992917224544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8816421992917224544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-are-my-boxes-on-my-skid.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/Skt_LHW1bgI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ap0vIbXE5n8/s72-c/skid+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-7130181963767975699</id><published>2009-06-30T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:44:55.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My belongings are on their way to Vienna...</title><content type='html'>On Monday, I drove from Cedar Rapids (where my boxes resided) to Chicago to put my belongings on the container, and then back home to Omaha.  I left at 5am and walked into my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; at 10:30 pm.  What made the day more enjoyable was seeing my friend Stacy in Chicago for lunch and having coffee with Mike in Des &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moines&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been different being back in my empty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt;.  I wanted to flip the chicken I was cooking and had no flipper.  I can't open my cans because I don't have a can opener, and it didn't dawn on me until my chicken nuggets and french fries were done in the oven that I had no hot pad to pull them out.  It's been a hoot to find new ways of doing things.  :-)  But in all honesty it's been nice not having a TV or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;.  It has given me extra time to read books I've been wanting to read and delve into the scriptures more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-7130181963767975699?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/7130181963767975699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=7130181963767975699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7130181963767975699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7130181963767975699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-belongings-are-on-their-way-to.html' title='My belongings are on their way to Vienna...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-7842240510327979233</id><published>2009-06-30T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:30:18.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Bible Church</title><content type='html'>Sunday, June 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I was able to present at Faith Bible Church where I grew up. What a great time! I got to see my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade teacher, old Sunday School teachers, youth leaders, kids I babysat that are all grown up, and a couple of my best friends I hadn't seen in years. I've never felt so at "home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my second presentation, a couple I did not know came up to me and introduced themselves and told me they would like to support me $50 a month! What in the world! Who would have guessed! An old youth leader said, "Of course we are going to support you!" Then, one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; friends dad said he'd like to help monthly. One lady I didn't even know slipped me some cash. I also get a large sum of money from the church. I thought, wow! 3 new donors and money from the church I can split up into monthly support! Then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; (one of my best friends and the one I was staying with) went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HyVee&lt;/span&gt; to grab something and we ran into my school secretary from elementary school and she TOO said she and her husband would like to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the Lord bonked me on the head (as they do in the V8 commercials) and said, "What are you worried about? I have this all under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;!" I'm at 100% of my set up costs and over 53% of my monthly. (I still have yet to find out how much 5 couples are supporting me.) Oh, the Lord is good to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-7842240510327979233?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/7842240510327979233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=7842240510327979233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7842240510327979233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7842240510327979233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/06/faith-bible-church.html' title='Faith Bible Church'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2725862857965040722</id><published>2009-06-26T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:13:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sully Community Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVsMFfCRsI/AAAAAAAAACA/4NDTns2TuSo/s1600-h/Sully.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351802687086282434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVsMFfCRsI/AAAAAAAAACA/4NDTns2TuSo/s200/Sully.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On July 21st, I had the opportunity to go to Sully Community Church to speak about my trip druing the evening service. I was amazed when I walked through the door and saw 29...that's right 29 missionaries on their missionary board. What a mission minded church. They supported my parents while they were at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was around 15 people there that night. I wasn't expecting much but during the offering they gave $675. What a blessing! God provides for me in such surprising ways. A few weeks ago, I worked so hard on this Rummage Sale and raised a little money. Here I was not lifting a finger, just sharing my passion about this ministry, and people opened their wallets and wanted to be apart of it. Then about a week ago, I open my donor report and there was an anonymous gift of $1500. I can't even believe it! I'm now at 89% o&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVoSQMUHqI/AAAAAAAAABw/LJJrWDaK6VQ/s1600-h/Sully.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f my set up costs and 50% of my monthly. God continues to do amazing things and open doors that I never thought He would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sully Community Church!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-2725862857965040722?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2725862857965040722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2725862857965040722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2725862857965040722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2725862857965040722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/06/sully-community-church.html' title='Sully Community Church'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVsMFfCRsI/AAAAAAAAACA/4NDTns2TuSo/s72-c/Sully.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-2808862296553731955</id><published>2009-06-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:27:48.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rummage Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVmkFFNMEI/AAAAAAAAABo/bH1giCAbnNs/s1600-h/boxes+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351796502225039426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVmkFFNMEI/AAAAAAAAABo/bH1giCAbnNs/s320/boxes+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the delay...I'm just now getting pictures up!  May 28 and 29 was the Rummage Sale Fund Raiser.  Many people donated items and I raised $310 that went towards my set up costs.  Praise the Lord.  Thanks to everyone who donated and a special thanks to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bittners&lt;/span&gt; who let me use their house and to Dan who was there the entire time to help!  Thanks guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-2808862296553731955?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/2808862296553731955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=2808862296553731955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2808862296553731955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/2808862296553731955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/06/rummage-sale.html' title='Rummage Sale'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVmkFFNMEI/AAAAAAAAABo/bH1giCAbnNs/s72-c/boxes+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-4097630943493836210</id><published>2009-06-26T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:19:10.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVkPxaGm9I/AAAAAAAAABY/g9hwG6z_he4/s1600-h/boxes+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351793954323340242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVkPxaGm9I/AAAAAAAAABY/g9hwG6z_he4/s320/boxes+105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view of me in the car with my boxes. They have traveled with me from Omaha, NE to New London, WI to Cedar Rapids, IA and next week from Cedar Rapids to Chicago, IL. I look forward to putting them on the container and forgetting about them! :-)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVk1rK84DI/AAAAAAAAABg/PD8vWYDVy64/s1600-h/boxes+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351794605484204082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVk1rK84DI/AAAAAAAAABg/PD8vWYDVy64/s320/boxes+108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;View from the rear view mirror.  &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/2607905727807170284-4097630943493836210?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/4097630943493836210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=4097630943493836210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4097630943493836210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4097630943493836210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/06/view-of-me-in-car-with-my-boxes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SkVkPxaGm9I/AAAAAAAAABY/g9hwG6z_he4/s72-c/boxes+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-5158053013178914203</id><published>2009-06-20T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:43:02.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again...</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow my boxes and I will be on the road again.  They have taken quiet a journey from Omaha, NE to New London, WI.  Now, I will be taking them to Cedar Rapids where they will stay with my friend Christy so I do not have to take them all the way back to Omaha again.  When the papers are ready for me, I will drive back to Cedar Rapids, IA, pick them up, and take them to the container in Chicago.  I can not wait until they are finally on the container and I can forget about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm traveling to Sully, Iowa to give a presentation at Sully Community Church.  There is a very kind and generous woman there I met at camp named Sandy Grey.  I'm so thankful for all she has done for me so far!  This church is so very kind.  They supported my parents when they were raising support at camp.  (My parents were the managers of East Iowa Bible Camp for 5 years.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I meet with the Pastor and the head of the mission board of the church I grew up in.  Please pray that the Lord's will will be done in both of these encounters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-5158053013178914203?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/5158053013178914203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=5158053013178914203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5158053013178914203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5158053013178914203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-8350963486570875027</id><published>2009-06-15T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:14:41.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing and driving, driving and packing...</title><content type='html'>I'm so thankful for the past few days with my family.  We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;celebrated&lt;/span&gt; my birthday and then celebrated Alex's birthday (my brother's fiance).  I got to look at wedding dresses and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bridesmaid&lt;/span&gt; dresses in anticipation for Dustin and Alex's wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it's time to get back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preparations&lt;/span&gt; for Austria.  I'm elbow deep in boxes.  I've been living out of them...I've been moving them from place to place.  I've been packing and repacking changing my mind a million times on what to take and what I can live without.  Today was my trial run to see what all would fit into my car to drive to the container in Chicago.  While I'm there I hope to start the process for my Visa.  I hope to drive there early next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before then, I have the opportunity to go to Sully to speak at a church there.  This is the first church besides my home church that has said yes to allowing me to come!  Praise the LORD!!!  I'm so excited to share about the ministry there in Vienna and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; share my passion with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; and I hope to leave in 45 days!  I still have 55% of my support to raise in 45 days!  It's coming down to the wire!  Please pray for me as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;often&lt;/span&gt; as you think of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-8350963486570875027?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/8350963486570875027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=8350963486570875027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8350963486570875027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8350963486570875027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/06/packing-and-driving-driving-and-packing.html' title='Packing and driving, driving and packing...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-4706477195056284308</id><published>2009-06-11T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:42:32.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear...</title><content type='html'>When I admitted I was scared, my friend Dan reminded me that courage isn't being brave with a lack of fear but being brave even when you are scared. This was encouraging because lately I have been fearful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, my recruiter called and told me the school had not gotten the exemption that they needed. The school used to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;automatically&lt;/span&gt; get visas for everyone who worked at the school but not getting that exemption meant one of three things: the school would be shut down by the end of the week, the school would be open one more year with a limited number of visas, or the school would stay open but each person would apply for a visa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;individually&lt;/span&gt;. We prayed hard and the Lord granted us the last option. So, you would think that fear would have subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now is the decision on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; or not to ship my things overseas. I'm at 41% of my monthly support. I've been raising support since Christmas. I've watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; slowly grow in support and my support stay the same. Many questions fill my mind. Am I praying enough? Am I working hard enough on support? Is this truly where God wants me next year? If not where do I go next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with this exemption issue the school found that they owed some back taxes which cost the school $10,000. This meant that our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Field Orientation training was canceled. Although I was sad about that, I really could use the extra two weeks to support raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this, John Janet (my principal next year at Vienna Christian School) called to ask me how I felt about possibly teaching kindergarten/first or second grade general education next year. I was thrilled! I would love to! I'll work wherever they need me to! I just want to be there. Mr. Janet would teach one of my subjects so that I could get out and help those students who need my help. Where this wouldn't be my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; choice, I would still be in the school giving advice to teachers who need it and getting a little bit of time with students with special needs. The school really needs me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt; that haunts me is, what do I do next to raise support? I guess the next step is calling individuals and asking for support. The thing that scares me most. Pray that God would give me boldness as I try this approach and wisdom on who to call. Pray that my faith and trust would be strengthened as I wait on Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-4706477195056284308?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/4706477195056284308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=4706477195056284308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4706477195056284308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/4706477195056284308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/06/fear.html' title='Fear...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-8130663095296770967</id><published>2009-05-24T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:28:52.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like home...</title><content type='html'>There really is no place like home!  As I drove into town and saw Mays Island, the bridges, the City Hall, and the Court House my mind was filled with old memories of the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.  I drove past the history museum where a project I did in photography class hung.  I went to Christy's (one of my best friends and roommate) house and we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; about old times and stayed up late watching chick flicks.  The next morning I drove past both of my old houses and what used to be Drug Town (where I worked in high school).  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;...the memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a home presentation to share about the ministry at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VCS&lt;/span&gt;.  Jenna and Jeff came with Riley and Mrs Grey came as well.  They all had many questions and it was a fun time to catch up.  After that, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; and I went to a graduation party where I saw many old friends from camp.  I was also able to share about my upcoming plans to many there as well.  The Lord is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now up to 46% of my set up costs!  Praise the Lord!  And 40% of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;monthly&lt;/span&gt;.  All though the Royal's game fell &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;through,&lt;/span&gt; the Lord &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continues&lt;/span&gt; to show me that He is in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; and he will provide the way...He often needs to remind me that I'm not in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to go to Faith Bible Church this morning (my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stompin&lt;/span&gt;' grounds).  Keep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; and I in your prayers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-8130663095296770967?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/8130663095296770967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=8130663095296770967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8130663095296770967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/8130663095296770967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s no place like home...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-7960690318351317048</id><published>2009-05-20T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:02:29.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeans Day</title><content type='html'>Jeans day was a success! Our principal allowed us to wear jeans this Tuesday if they donated $5 to my ministry. I raised $170! I also had a chance to share with some people at work about my ministry and what it was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Wednesday is the Royal's game concession stand. Pray that lots of people would buy food and that it would be a success. I will get 10% of the proceeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend is the Rummage Sale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fundraiser&lt;/span&gt;. Lots of people have already donated. Come and check it out if you live in the area. I don't just need people to donate I need people to shop too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that I move out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; in less TWO WEEKS! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-7960690318351317048?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/7960690318351317048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=7960690318351317048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7960690318351317048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7960690318351317048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/05/jeans-day.html' title='Jeans Day'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-915325187249656375</id><published>2009-05-10T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:00:00.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Well, believe it or not another month has gone by. God has been teaching me so much through this process. He has shown me that He is the source and my prayer life has been strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reesa and I bought our plane tickets and I found myself squealing with excitement like a girl at Christmas time. We were able to get really great prices and we are even on the same flight!!! PRAISE THE LORD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to wind down for me. The night class I was teaching is over which has given me my week nights back. There are 2 and a half weeks of school left. I do have 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IEPs&lt;/span&gt; (special education paperwork) to write before then. So, my weekends have been full of paperwork. I'll be glad to see that done! In my "spare time" I have been support raising. I am currently at 39% of my one-time costs and 40% of my monthly support. The Lord is so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next: running a concession stand at a Royals game where all proceeds go to my ministry, a fund raiser at my church like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dodgeball&lt;/span&gt; tournament, a rummage sale where donated items are sold, and a home presentation as well as coffee dates in Cedar Rapids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-915325187249656375?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/915325187249656375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=915325187249656375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/915325187249656375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/915325187249656375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-5917402974682051455</id><published>2009-04-13T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:45:10.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One month later...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a month since I blogged last.  Besides less furniture in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; not much has changed.  I'm selling my things on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; and look forward to having that part done.  I have a computer desk still up for sale but other than that and a few more little things I've sold everything I wanted to!  Praise the Lord!  In many cases, I was able to get asking price and twice I even got more than asking price!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New neighbors moved in across the hall and they gave me all their old boxes which will save me lots of money!  The Lord provides in so many ways!  I'll be moving the things I want to store at my dad and mom's house on June 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and then spending time with my family until the 20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; when I leave for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; Field Orientation for two weeks.  After that, I teach three weeks of Extended School Year (summer school for special education students).  Then one more week with family and off to Austria (Lord willing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I have 19% of my one-time costs and 36% of my monthly costs.  This weekend a man from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reesa's&lt;/span&gt; church said he would like to support me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt;.  The people God is raising up to support me are coming from places I would never have dreamed.  He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; all the glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is more home presentations and a fund &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;raiser&lt;/span&gt; at Great Adventure Ministries (a singles ministry in Omaha).  Pray that God would use these to get the word out about this ministry and possibly support me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to contribute to this ministry on a monthly basis or a one-time gift please send checks to:  R.C.E. International, P.O. Box 4528, Wheaton, IL 60189—4528 and put #2987 in the memo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-5917402974682051455?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/5917402974682051455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=5917402974682051455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5917402974682051455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/5917402974682051455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-month-later.html' title='One month later...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6303429694146442643</id><published>2009-03-10T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:31:57.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Risk...</title><content type='html'>Today my friend Trevor sent me a text to listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truthforlife&lt;/span&gt;.org with Alistair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Begg&lt;/span&gt;.  It was all about Ecclesiastes 11.  Verse 4 says, "Farmers who wait for perfect weather never plant.  If they watch every could, they never harvest."  Verse 5 goes on to say that we cannot understand the activity of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Begg&lt;/span&gt; quotes Julius Caesar who says, "There is a tide in the affairs of men which taken at the flood leads onto greatness but if you miss the tide you're going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;paddling&lt;/span&gt; out there for a long time waiting for the next wave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves don't come along all that often...not the kind that will rush you off into a whole new opportunity.  If you constantly sit waiting, watching, wondering, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;analyzing&lt;/span&gt;, doing all the pros and the cons and the ups and the downs, you'll be sitting there until the day you die.  Of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;, it's good to do that but you can't let it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paralyze&lt;/span&gt; you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesian 5:16-17  Make the most of every opportunity in these evil days.  Don't act thoughtlessly, but understand what the Lord wants you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not an ideal time for me.  It's not ideal to quit two amazing jobs in a time where people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;loosing&lt;/span&gt; their jobs.  But if I don't go, where will I be years down the road...farther behind.  I can't watch the clouds...or I'll never harvest.  Don't wait for ideal conditions...there are no ideal conditions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this being said...I turned in my letter of intent saying that I would not return to school next year.  Ecclesiastes 11:1 Send your grain across the seas, and in time, profits will flow back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6303429694146442643?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6303429694146442643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6303429694146442643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6303429694146442643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6303429694146442643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/03/risk.html' title='Risk...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1314740710069802178</id><published>2009-03-08T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:22:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To sign or not to sign...</title><content type='html'>I've been seeking wise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;counsel&lt;/span&gt; about the decision of signing a contract for next year or not.  I met with Pastor Chuck and he explained to me that God doesn't always want us to go directly from point A to point B.  We may be on our way to point B when God causes us to go in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zag&lt;/span&gt;.  But sometimes in moving towards point B we end up where God wants us to be.  He reminded me that if I didn't end up raising all my support and serving in Vienna it wasn't the end of the world.  In fact, that might be how He gets me where I'm suppsed to be.  He asked me where my heart was and I told him serving the Lord.  He asked me why I was so scared of not signing the contract and I told him I was scared of not having a job next year if I didn't raise all my support.  He then asked what I loved more, job security or serving the Lord.  Am I more in love with my job or Jesus? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this meeting, I talked to a retired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;missionary&lt;/span&gt; from my church on the phone.  He told me they had a missions meeting where one of the elders talked about his cell phone.  Having a cell phone was convenient, he could call people on his way home from work, and people could get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt; of him on the golf course.  However, it cost him $65 a month and he thought about how much that would benefit a missionary.  Then another elder talked about how he had cable and he wasn't sure how much TV God wanted them to watch anyway.  And he, too, wondered what that money would do for a missionary.  This really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;encouraged&lt;/span&gt; me and showed me that God could bring in the money in ways I never dreamed of! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after much thought and lots of prayer, that I have decided not to sign my contract here at Lewis Central.  I'm moving towards Vienna and if He chooses not to bring in the support, I'll be interested to see what He has for me next.  I'm putting my total trust in Him.  Jesus has my heart; and I'm going to serve Him wherever He leads me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take my life and let it be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consecrated, Lord, to Thee;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take my hands and let them move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the impulse of Thy love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Take my will and make it Thine,&lt;br /&gt;It shall be no longer mine;&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart, it is Thine own,&lt;br /&gt;It shall be Thy royal throne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-1314740710069802178?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1314740710069802178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1314740710069802178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1314740710069802178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1314740710069802178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-sign-or-not-to-sign.html' title='To sign or not to sign...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-1591412953619861884</id><published>2009-03-02T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:52:04.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missions Festival</title><content type='html'>Friday, Saturday, and Sunday was our church's missions festival as well as one of the worst snow storms we've had all year.   Ha!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; and I set up a booth and shared with those who were brave enough to face the ice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SayaYuMsmwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l1U3P3bqUow/s1600-h/Support+Raising+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308787810271795970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SayaYuMsmwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l1U3P3bqUow/s400/Support+Raising+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many were excited to hear about our future ministry at Vienna Christian School.  But not only that, many people were supportive about my situation at work and a sweet couple prayed with me as I still face the decision of what to do about next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SayaEbsGG9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DnlfiADhpDI/s1600-h/Support+Raising+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308787461705833426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SayaEbsGG9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/DnlfiADhpDI/s400/Support+Raising+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308788216936270370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SayawZJECiI/AAAAAAAAAAk/0r7NokPHKbU/s400/Support+Raising+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The disciples were out fishing and not having much luck when Jesus says, "Now go out where it is deeper, and let down your nets to catch some fish." and Simon says, We've got fish folks!  Soon, both boats were filled with fish.  Is Jesus asking me to drop my nets in Vienna.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luke 5:11 says, "Don't be afraid! From now on you'll be fishing for people! as soon as they landed, they left everything and followed Jesus."  Jesus comes right where we are and invites us to follow Him.  Jesus calls us to not be afraid.  &lt;strong&gt;They left everything.&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My delima is knowing the difference between&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt; stepp&lt;/span&gt;ing out in faith (leaving everything) and being a good steward of what God has given me.  I have two wonderful jobs and am at 25% of my monthly support.  Honestly, I am scared.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt; Each&lt;/span&gt; day at work I am faced with the question of what I have decided.  Please pray for wisdom!&lt;/p&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/2607905727807170284-1591412953619861884?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/1591412953619861884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=1591412953619861884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1591412953619861884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/1591412953619861884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/03/missions-festival.html' title='Missions Festival'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJS3WJgh2tA/SayaYuMsmwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/l1U3P3bqUow/s72-c/Support+Raising+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-7672999292554872856</id><published>2009-02-15T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:12:55.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, teach me to pray...</title><content type='html'>This week has been amazing.  Tuesday my good friends the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bittners&lt;/span&gt; brought home their beautiful baby girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt;.  We have been praying for their adoption for a long time now.  In church this morning we sang "How Great is Our God" and "I stand Amazed (How Marvelous)."  Tears flooded my eyes as I thought about how marvelous He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; is and how He really does answer prayer.  In Sunday school, we read the passage from Luke 11 where the disciples asked Jesus to teach them to pray.  Verse 3 really stood out to me, "Give us each day the food we need."  God's provision is daily.  If He gave me all my support right off the back I would no longer need to rely on Him.  He goes on to teach the disciples to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt; in prayer.  Practicing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;persistence&lt;/span&gt; in prayer helps us recognize God's work.  Would you join me in being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;persistent&lt;/span&gt; and bold about praying for my support money to come in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 27- March 1 is my church's  Missions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Festival&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; and I will be setting up a table and talking to people about our trip.  March 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Reesa&lt;/span&gt; and I will have the opportunity to speak during the Sunday School hour at our church about our trip.  I have plans to call a lady in WI this week to see if it would be possible to speak at her church.  After that is set up I hope to call my Grandma's church and see about speaking there.  From there I will be starting "tea parties" with girls in different cities to talk about my trip.  Pray for safe travels and open hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I have a job interview for a summer job opportunity.  It sounds like they would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;flexible&lt;/span&gt; during my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PFO&lt;/span&gt; training in the middle of summer.  Plus, I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love working there.  Pray that God's will would be done one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to sell furniture from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt;.  So far, the Lord has really blessed me by giving me my asking price or close to it...and one time even more than my asking price!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PTL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-7672999292554872856?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/7672999292554872856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=7672999292554872856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7672999292554872856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/7672999292554872856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/02/lord-teach-me-to-pray.html' title='Lord, teach me to pray...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6450266911644290806</id><published>2009-02-09T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:46:30.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing on the ledge...</title><content type='html'>This week has been very difficult emotionally.  At work we are already planning for next year and discussing student placements.  I felt that I needed to let work know about my plans but was not ready to quit as I only have 19% of my support raised.  I'm confused about what to do.  I told one of my associates and the teacher I co-teach with and they were both very disappointed.  My co-teacher was wanting to loop with me (have the same kids the next year and teach 3rd instead of 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;).  I feel like I am letting people down.  I talked to my boss this morning and filled him in.  He has given me until the end of this month to give my notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many emotions are flooding my brain at this point.  Am I being stupid for quiting my two amazing jobs?  Is this really where God is leading me?  What if I quit my job but don't raise all the support?  What if I'm not able to go but no longer have a job in the states?  What if...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; as standing on a ledge.  I'm ready to do God's will and have committed to serving Him for two years in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Austria&lt;/span&gt; but am afraid to take the leap.  Why is it so hard to jump?  My faith is so little.  Please pray that I would have a peace about quitting my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm Letting Go by Francesca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Battistelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats standing on the edge&lt;br /&gt;But my feet have finally left the ledge&lt;br /&gt;Like it or go back&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go of the life I've planned for me and my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm falling and that's what it's like to believe&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a giant leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;Trusting and trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fear of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Beyond my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;comfort&lt;/span&gt; zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go of the life I've planned for me and my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing control of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fees like I'm falling and that's what it's like to believe&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;Giving into your gravity&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you are holding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go of the life I've planned for me and my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing control of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm falling and that's what it's like to believe&lt;br /&gt;It fees like I'm falling and this is the life for me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm letting go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6450266911644290806?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6450266911644290806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6450266911644290806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6450266911644290806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6450266911644290806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/02/standing-on-ledge.html' title='Standing on the ledge...'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607905727807170284.post-6958182800237206073</id><published>2009-01-31T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:10:31.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Well, here we go...my first BLOG!  I have no idea what I'm doing!  Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so amazing!  Right now, I'm at 8% of my set up costs and 19% of my mothly support!  This is just from sending out letters.  In a couple of weeks, Reesa and I will be setting up a booth at the missions festivle at our church.  We are praying that God will be preparing people's hearts and showing us who He will have to support us.  A couple of people have mentioned some names of people in their church to contact about raising support at their church.  So, once the weather calms down I will be calling and making appointments at churches to present there.  I see alot of traveling in my future!  :)  If you think this could be a possiblity at your church, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2607905727807170284-6958182800237206073?l=nickibraun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/feeds/6958182800237206073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2607905727807170284&amp;postID=6958182800237206073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6958182800237206073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2607905727807170284/posts/default/6958182800237206073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickibraun.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Nicki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547066912941110172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
