<?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-21076433</id><updated>2012-01-12T02:10:01.279-08:00</updated><category term='My Life'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>A Conservative Cowgirl's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog, it will be a place to write down interesting things and also to vent my feelings on controversial issues.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-2964155572947900023</id><published>2010-06-20T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:51:21.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/TB7TGFW__iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aBaUfOSouKg/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/TB7TGFW__iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aBaUfOSouKg/s400/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485053497655164450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just felt like posting a picture of the wonderful family that God gave me, so here they are!&lt;br /&gt;Steve and Bethanie Hansen, Georgianna and Eric Henderson&lt;br /&gt;Stephen, Kathleen, Michael,&lt;br /&gt;Susanna Kristin, and Abigail Henderson&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/21076433-2964155572947900023?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2964155572947900023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=2964155572947900023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/2964155572947900023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/2964155572947900023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/TB7TGFW__iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aBaUfOSouKg/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-258718880592700337</id><published>2010-06-20T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T07:29:46.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Deer</title><content type='html'>Deer are so beautiful! The dogs at the house I am taking care of woke me up early this morning and when I went outside with them there were deer out there! I saw two young bucks with their horns all soft and velvety, three does and one fawn with little spots all over it! They were a little bit scared of me and didn't want me to get too close. One of the bucks was a little bolder than the rest and he kept on eating when I came up to the fence. He was fatter than the rest, he probably bullies the others and is less scared of people. He seemed like such an arrogant deer that he reminded me of a story I read when I was little. In the story there was a buck who was ashamed of his long skinny legs but loved his beautiful horns. eventually a hunter saw him and thought the same about his horns and started tracking him. As he was running away the buck's horns got caught in a tree and he could not get away. So at the end of his life he was cursing the horns that had brought about his ruin and blessing the legs that would have ensured his safety had his horns not gotten caught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-258718880592700337?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/258718880592700337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=258718880592700337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/258718880592700337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/258718880592700337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/arrogant-buck.html' title='Deer'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-2135694973794341131</id><published>2010-06-17T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:29:28.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Working Horses</title><content type='html'>I Love my job! I am not the best at what I do but I am getting better all the time! (by the grace of God!) I worked three horses today. Two of them were old horses that are already well trained, and one was a middle aged horse that no one ever took the time to teach anything to. First I worked Precious in the round pen. We worked on stopping and turning. I put a bridle on her and we worked on flexing to the left and right and backing up correctly (breaking at the poll and lowering the head). That went well although she needs more work on it. I worked with Sarge in the round pen also. I focused on turning to the right with him because he already knows everything but he is stubborn about turning right. Leo is the oldest and I just jumped on him bareback and rode around campus. We trotted a lot and even loped some. He seemed to feel great and enjoy his workout. Now off to another job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-2135694973794341131?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2135694973794341131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=2135694973794341131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/2135694973794341131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/2135694973794341131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/working-horses.html' title='Working Horses'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-5441077341898072363</id><published>2010-06-15T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:32:39.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>My Experience With Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a softball game today. I am on a team that Mindy put together. Our guy players are Bryan, Uncle Randy, Bryan, Connor, Jason, and Chip. Our girl players are Alisha, Mindy, Me, Kim, and Heather. Alisha's baby Grace screamed through almost the entire game and she had to stay in because we didn't have any extra players to sub her out! I love playing softball!! It is fun even when we lose, which we did tonight with a final score of 5 to 21 (I think). I didn't make any runs but I hit the ball BOTH times I was up to bat, and it is harder than it looks. I am learning a lot about the game and rules but I still need to practice. I do OK catching and throwing when someone is just tossing it to me; but when it comes into right field falling from way way up in the sky after some big strong left handed batter has hit it I can never tell where it is going to land so I am never there to catch it. But it is still fun to play and fun to practice. I am thoroughly enjoying my first experience with softball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-5441077341898072363?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5441077341898072363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=5441077341898072363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/5441077341898072363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/5441077341898072363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-experience-with-softball.html' title='My Experience With Softball'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-3011674380043139542</id><published>2010-06-15T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:25:44.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Great Aransas Sail Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;Check out this cool trailer my older brother made for a sailing camp my Dad is going to do. It has my Dad and my dog in it. Steve Russel (a neighbor) is reading for it, I love his voice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12577806" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://vimeo.com/12577806&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-3011674380043139542?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3011674380043139542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=3011674380043139542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/3011674380043139542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/3011674380043139542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-aransas-sail-camp.html' title='Great Aransas Sail Camp'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-825197821742855297</id><published>2010-06-02T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:33:36.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>"I Love You Lord"</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;love you Lord,  and I lift my voice to worship you, Oh my soul, Rejoice! Take joy my  King, in what you hear, let it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;This is a song I used to sing in my first grade Sunday school class at First Baptist Church in Rockport, Tx. It was my favorite song out of the children's songbook. It had so much more depth and meaning to it than the other songs in the book; which were, for the most part, jingles about various Bible stories. This pretty little praise song satisfies the answer to the first question in the Westminster Shorter Catechism, that is,  "to glorify God and enjoy Him forever".  Before I ever heard about any kind of catechism however, I loved this song because it glorified God. First it praised Him through the music that was, to my first grade ears, the most beautiful melody I had ever heard; secondly, through the words themselves, which simply explain the singers love for God and earnest desire to worship Him. Enjoying him is the happiness that filled my heart when I sang this song with a right attitude towards the Lord. Now, fifteen years later, I still sing it aloud to the animals at work and it never fails to lift my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a link to the Westminster Shorter Catechism in case anyone wants to read the rest of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.reformed.org/documents/WSC.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-825197821742855297?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/825197821742855297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=825197821742855297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/825197821742855297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/825197821742855297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-you-lord.html' title='&quot;I Love You Lord&quot;'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-4646285561537345201</id><published>2009-10-25T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:35:15.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>My Day With Mindy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went riding with Mindy, Ellie, and Halie for the first time in probably about a month. Those of you who know how much I love horses and how adorable Halie and Ellie are can imagine how close to torture it is NOT to ride with them once I had gotten in the habit of it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon that I called Mindy after spending close to three hours doing homework and she wanted me to go riding. Of course I said yes! I would have said yes even if I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; done my homework; but since I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;, I was able to go riding &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; feel good about the homework!  Anyway, we went down to Uncle Larry's land, through cypress creek, over a field, through the creek again, and over another field. Then we went&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; over&lt;/span&gt; the creek and through a field; through the creek one last time and down a trail that winds through cypress, oak, and cedar trees onto the lease land. And all the while I have Ellie on in front of me happily crying "watch out tree!", "hi moon!", "Sanna do it!" or my favorite because it sounds soooo cute: "no Sanna!" On the lease land Mindy showed me the prettiest place in the creek bed(which I am not attempting to describe)!. Then we went all the way back over all the fields, through the creek one, two, three, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; times and back home. Then I fed the horses with Ellie, who loves to help by carrying a bucket half her size and following me around. After that we went to Mindy's house where we all took a warm bath, ate pizza, and drank hot tea while we reminisced about riding excursions of days gone by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-4646285561537345201?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4646285561537345201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=4646285561537345201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/4646285561537345201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/4646285561537345201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-day-with-mindy.html' title='My Day With Mindy'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-2623512657840008635</id><published>2009-10-15T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:19:18.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Answered Prayer</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, after I had written down the "my thoughts on psalm 45" in my notebook I got in my truck to go to work. My truck has had something wrong with it for the last month, and I never had time to go anywhere to see what was wrong. The right front wheel seemed to make the whole truck shake and bump like it would if I were driving 45 mph on the ranch road, except it would do that when I was going 30 mph on the pavement. Well it had been getting steadily worse and today it was really bad. I had just read Psalm 45 and realized anew that God was taking care of me so I cried out to him about it. I told Him I couldn't fix it and I needed His help and asked Him fix it for me. Well I called Daddy and asked him what to do and he advised me to take off work in the morning so I could go and get it checked out. So I obeyed my father and told my boss I needed off in morning. I was also planning on skipping my eight o'clock class. I was upset about it when I got to work but I resisted Satan and chose to trust God and got on with teaching. After work I was talking with my coworker about my truck and I knelt down by the left front tire and saw a bunch of metal sticking out of it on the inside. I realized that I would never get home without a blow out so my very nice coworker changed my tire for me. When I started driving home it didn't bump or shake anymore! God answered my prayer and fixed it! I didn't have to spend any money, take off work, or skip class! God fixed my truck within 3 hours of me asking and choosing to rest in Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-2623512657840008635?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2623512657840008635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=2623512657840008635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/2623512657840008635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/2623512657840008635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/answered-prayer.html' title='Answered Prayer'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-4586711489838421919</id><published>2009-10-15T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:19:18.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts on Psalm 45</title><content type='html'>I was reading Psalm 45 earlier today as a break from homework. Verses 1-9 talk about a handsome prince who is a great warrior and a defender of truth and righteousness. Verses 10-15 talk about a beautiful daughter who is a princess. Jesus is the prince and I(and all Gods children) am the daughter. I am Gods princess and HE will take care of me! I don't have to find a man to do it, or try to do it myself! I can trust my Prince and King for everything! Right now I am a princess in a foreign land, far, far away from the court of my Prince. God has taken me, a slave to sin, and set me free. All I can do is listen, obey, and adore as my Prince teaches me to trust Him, be joyful, and rest; instead of being the confused, fearful, and restless slave girl that I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-4586711489838421919?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4586711489838421919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=4586711489838421919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/4586711489838421919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/4586711489838421919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-thoughts-on-psalm-45.html' title='My Thoughts on Psalm 45'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-5427104042808645627</id><published>2009-10-10T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:19:18.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in my room drinking hot chocolate and I am just feeling overwhelmed about how blessed I am. I have such a wonderful family! There is Momma, Daddy, Kristin, Bethanie, Steve, Stephen, Kathleen, Micheal and Abby. And on top of that I have Aunt Carol Sue, Mindy, Todd, Ellie, and Halie! I have a pretty horse and a good dog! I am going to church tomorrow and then to Bible study! There is a fire in the fire place. There are deer, horses, dogs, oak trees, foxes and bunny rabbits outside. Best of all I know that God has a plan for me and no matter what happens He will give me the grace to deal with it and it will turn out all right...even if it doesn't turn out how Id like it to. I am so happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-5427104042808645627?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5427104042808645627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=5427104042808645627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/5427104042808645627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/5427104042808645627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-4135138152496934552</id><published>2009-09-25T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:30:55.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>My New Mission for this Blog</title><content type='html'>Today I was in line at Starbucks at school (yes there is a Starbucks on campus, and no..I cant really afford it) and the girl in front of me was obviously very liberal. She was badmouthing conservative values and telling her friend that gay marriages and abortions were just fine. I was standing there getting VERY angry. However, I kept telling myself that it was no good yelling at someone and making a big scene in Starbucks; it would really not enhance my credibility. So I decided I would just go home and make this blog into a politics blog where I can talk about my conservative values, why they are so great, and argue about what liberals believe(yes those people who insist that they don't believe in anything and everything is relative) and what our president and senate has been doing lately, please feel free to post any comments and/or advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-4135138152496934552?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4135138152496934552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=4135138152496934552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/4135138152496934552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/4135138152496934552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-mission-for-this-blog.html' title='My New Mission for this Blog'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-115725705546183068</id><published>2006-09-02T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:18:40.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Just Info About My Life</title><content type='html'>Im at the Dukes new house! My first week of school went pretty well, I like all my proffesors and everything. I am really getting into seriously training Laramie lately. She is doin pretty good, I just have to lope (or buck) circles for about and hour and a half before she is compliant enough to lope the barrel pattern, so its slow goin. I think she really understands what I want her to do though, so thats encouraging, she's just kinda stubborn. Im also teaching Abby on her, she is doing good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-115725705546183068?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115725705546183068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=115725705546183068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/115725705546183068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/115725705546183068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-info-about-my-life.html' title='Just Info About My Life'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-115059657313411465</id><published>2006-06-17T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:18:40.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>Me and Laramie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3132/2129/1600/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3132/2129/320/Image051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-115059657313411465?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115059657313411465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=115059657313411465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/115059657313411465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/115059657313411465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/me-and-laramie.html' title='Me and Laramie'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-115004052511588872</id><published>2006-06-11T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:18:40.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>My 18th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (June 10th) was my 18th birthday! Momma, Daddy, Michael, and Abby brought me breakfast in bed, and Daddy gave me a gold James Avery cross ring. Then I went to work and at lunch we (daddy and me) went out to eat. When I got back to work I went out on the floor and started helping a customer that was standing right by the table in the store; and I heard somebody say "Oh, she found it!" I thought "found what?" then I looked at the table and it had presents, flowers and a cake on it!! and I was standing right by it for a full five minutes before I even saw it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-115004052511588872?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115004052511588872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=115004052511588872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/115004052511588872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/115004052511588872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-18th-birthday.html' title='My 18th Birthday'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-114981901337511152</id><published>2006-06-08T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:19:43.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>How I Demonstrate My Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Responsibility is the foundation of freedom. There can be no freedom outside the boundaries of the law. The word “free” is defined in Webster’s Dictionary as “…existing under a government that does not impose arbitrary restrictions on the right to speak, assemble, petition, vote, etc.” Having freedom does not mean that we do not have to obey authorities. Our founding fathers were willing to put authorities over themselves because they knew that we can only be truly free if we have laws in place to check man’s sinful nature. Therefore we can enjoy freedom only to the extent that we are willing to exercise civil responsibility, social responsibility, and personal responsibility within the boundaries of the Constitution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Civil responsibility relates to those freedoms that are enumerated in the Bill of Rights such as the freedom to defend your country, and the freedom to vote. The men who signed the Declaration of Independence pledged their “….Lives, …Fortune, and ….Sacred Honor” for the support of the young country and each other. Likewise the men and women of our armed forces pledge their service to their nation. Without them our country would cease to exist. Protecting our country is a very important part of our civil responsibility. However, those of us who are not defending our country in the military also have a responsibility to protect our freedom. We can do this because we are free to vote for the candidate whom we personally believe will provide the leadership and make the decisions that will preserve our freedom. Assuming the responsibility to vote, and to defend our country are ways that we show civil responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social responsibility is another important part of keeping and demonstrating our freedom. Social responsibilities would be those that we have to the community. The laws of America do not tell us how to act in all situations; this is where we are free to make our own decisions. We have a responsibility to evaluate with our own conscience what we should do in these areas. Helping people who can’t help themselves, such as children and elderly people would be demonstrating our social responsibilities. This can be done through churches, various charities or community organizations as well as on a personal basis. If everyone took these social responsibilities seriously then perhaps we wouldn’t have to depend entirely on the government to meet these needs. A final way that we demonstrate our freedom is in the area of personal responsibility. Walter Williams, a journalist, said in his article The Most “Human” Right of All: “….no society can guarantee freedom to it citizens unless it respects some notion of personal property.” Personal property includes the money we earn. In the past, individuals were responsible to pay for and oversee their children’s education, and make sure that they had money to retire on. Recently however we have been allowing the government to take over some of these responsibilities. We should be good stewards of our property so that we will be financially responsible for our children’s education and for our own retirement rather than expecting the government to provide for us in these areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In America we enjoy a large amount of freedom in many areas of life. As citizens of this great country, we need to educate ourselves to know what our freedoms are, where they come from, and why they are valuable, so that we can appreciate and protect them properly. By being more responsible in the personal, social, and civic arenas, we will not only demonstrate, but also help preserve our freedom, because if we don’t use the gifts God gives us, we will lose them.&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/21076433-114981901337511152?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114981901337511152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=114981901337511152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/114981901337511152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/114981901337511152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-i-demonstrate-my-freedom.html' title='How I Demonstrate My Freedom'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21076433.post-113746864962796474</id><published>2006-01-16T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:18:40.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Life'/><title type='text'>About Me, January 16, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One my favorite things to do is to ride/train my horse Laramie, she is four years old and I am going to ride her in a trail ride in a couple of weeks. I just gave her baby to my sister to start training for barrel racing. I am 17 and I support my horse myself (which means I have to buy hay, feed, wormer and pay for the vaccinations I dont give them myself) it gets VERY expensive, and hay is going up, yikes! I also live by the beach and since my Dad is a sailor/surfer I can do both and enjoy them, but my favorite thing to do at the beach is swim the horses, they rear up when the big waves come, or try to jump over them. well I have to go catch up on sleep for the trail ride (cattle call is sometimes as early as 5:00!! and the music they play is a terrible old western song from the 60's or somthing).&lt;/span&gt; I have 2 brothers and 4 sisters to say somthing of the environment I live in. This is probably going to be a terribly unorgonised and boring blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21076433-113746864962796474?l=acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113746864962796474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21076433&amp;postID=113746864962796474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/113746864962796474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21076433/posts/default/113746864962796474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acowgirlsblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/about-me-january-16-2006.html' title='About Me, January 16, 2006'/><author><name>Susanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01408714401806933333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYVfqzjp-og/S3W3zREYJEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/aYt_4Jjzm0s/S220/picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
