<?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-5298503396488321084</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:59:29.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dragon's Leap of Faith (DLF)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298503396488321084.post-7595953968225832462</id><published>2009-12-10T10:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:55:38.914+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>It has been one year since my very happy wedding day. Sam and I went to Noosaville for the weekend and stayed at a very lovely placed called Cocos Bay Resort. The weather was very hot, but it reminded me of the weather at our wedding. We had a very relaxing time. We even got our Christmas shopping done while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to convince Sam that it would be fun to go see the markets and if we are lucky we might get some Christmas presents. We got there and were amazed at how big it was. There are some really talented local people and we managed to buy everyone a present that we both really liked and it made us feel real good to be supporting the local artists. I would have loved to buy more then what we did for myself, but I stayed in the Christmas spirit and was satified with giving presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Sunday morning and spent part of the day at Redcliffe beach, it was very windy, but enjoyable. When we got home we opened the bottle of wine that we saved from our honeymoon and watched our wedding video and looked at some photos. It was great remembering.  We had an awesome time and was reminded of how lucky we are to have family and friends who care and love us and who are there to support us in our life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298503396488321084-7595953968225832462?l=mimidlf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/7595953968225832462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298503396488321084&amp;postID=7595953968225832462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/7595953968225832462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/7595953968225832462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/2009/12/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298503396488321084.post-6617871782581205925</id><published>2009-01-02T11:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:50:24.677+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w294.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w294.photobucket.com/albums/mm98/mimi_19_dragon/Wedding/08251ffb.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &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/5298503396488321084-6617871782581205925?l=mimidlf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/6617871782581205925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298503396488321084&amp;postID=6617871782581205925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/6617871782581205925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/6617871782581205925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298503396488321084.post-7575251280033082384</id><published>2009-01-02T10:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:58:53.150+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>On 6th December 2008 I had the privilege of getting married to a wonderful man.  Admittedly, i was very nervous and the night before I shed a few nervous tears, but i was surrounded by my family and really good friends and they supported me and they just let me tear. I had such a great support network! On the day of the wedding i was a bit nervous but i was calm and collected. (Thank God). Once i stepped into the church I could feel love and happiness radiating off of everyone inside the church, the setup and decorations of the church was very overwhelming. It is a very difficult feeling to describe and one that can only be experienced.  Everything went smoothly and according to plan, with some minor hiccups that made it all the more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One instance I have to tell that made me crack up during the service. Sam and I have the same rings except mine is thinner then his.  When it came time to place the rings on each others fingers. Sam had picked up the his ring to put on my finger.  I whispered to him that it was the wrong ring and that the other one was mine. He disagreed with me and we said the vows thing and when it came time to put the ring on all the way it didn't fit and i just cracked up laughing. It is really hard to contain composure when i was very nervous, but we continued like nothing happened. We swapped the rings before we signed the marriage certificate. Later when we were taking photos in front of the church our minister approached me and said that it was the most funniest thing that has every happened when conducting a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the hottest day ever in Australia and we were getting our photos done at Roma st Parklands and there is hardly and shade, with such a massive wedding dress and the guys having a three piece suit every one was extremely hot and sun burnt when we arrived at the reception.  I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. I was worrying that all the bits and pieces that we organised together over the past couple of years wouldn't come together, but what a waste of time worrying of such a thing.  It was a fabulous time and i would not change it for the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298503396488321084-7575251280033082384?l=mimidlf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/7575251280033082384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298503396488321084&amp;postID=7575251280033082384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/7575251280033082384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/7575251280033082384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding_9922.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298503396488321084.post-498388401170677934</id><published>2008-09-07T13:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:33:45.074+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol' Sizzlers</title><content type='html'>I have been watching a lot of "Scrubs" lately, which i blame for this hilarious incident prank that i did on my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were out celebrating our friend's birthday at sizzlers. I was feeling very tired and sick after eating way to much. (like always when going to sizzlers) I was playing with some of my fiance's mustard with a spoon. I put some in a spoon and reached over my sister's husband's shoulder and asked my sister to try it. To my amazement she put the whole spoon full into her mouth without asking any questions, until after she spat it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked and immobilized with laughter, there were tears running down my eyes and my sides / stomach were aching from laughter and i imagine from eating to much. I don't know what i was thinking at the time of the prank. I cannot recall the last time i have done a prank on my sister like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i blame 'Scrubs' for this, the relationship between JD (the main character) and the Janitor is based on pranks and making each other look like fools. I must have gotten it into my head that this sort of pranks were funny and i should establish it into my way of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However i feel really bad about it, because i don't like making someone i care about embarrassed in front of all of our friends. Just doesn't feel right, however i will still maintain that it was the highlight of the night for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298503396488321084-498388401170677934?l=mimidlf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/498388401170677934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298503396488321084&amp;postID=498388401170677934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/498388401170677934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/498388401170677934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-ol-sizzlers.html' title='Good ol&apos; Sizzlers'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298503396488321084.post-4130964411787566859</id><published>2008-07-23T12:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:00:30.709+10:00</updated><title type='text'>U.S of A</title><content type='html'>Three weeks in the United States it is sure good to be home. I had a wonderful time in America, visiting family that i haven't seen in three years. It is amazing how quickly children grow up. I have such wonderful cousins. Every moment with them was great. I am disappointed that i am not around to watch them grow up into amazing young adults (which i have no doubts that they will.) My family i.e grandfather, Uncles, Aunts and Dad seem to all approve of Sam, which makes me very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to be at Mt. Rushmore for the 3rd of July, which they have a spectacular display of fireworks. The dull bit i would have to say was that we had to be there at 9 a.m  to watch the fireworks at 9:30 pm or so. On our way to Mt Rushmore we went through the badlands, but our timing could have been better because it was raining. In Rapid City we went to the national park and saw bison, all types of deer and donkeys.... n-e-ways. It was a good drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being American myself i can't help but feeling proud at being so. However The feel at Mt. Rushmore was suppose to be patriotic, however to a foreigner such as my fiance and my sister's husband. It  had more of a nationalistic feel. Not to be the one to criticize, but as an American i was sort of embarrassed of the 'we are better then everyone' feel to it. However the fireworks as amazing and having the opportunity to spend all day with my cousins and my Aunt and Uncle was greatly welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th of July we were back in Pierre SD to watch the fireworks on the riverbank. This felt like a celebration to remember those of the war. It was more relaxed and enjoyable. Sam and I flew to Texas to be with my dad, step-mom and brother for three days. That was good fun and a wonderful opportunity. My brother is still cute, however somewhat spoiled and stubborn. Oh well. It was overall a fantastic vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298503396488321084-4130964411787566859?l=mimidlf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/4130964411787566859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298503396488321084&amp;postID=4130964411787566859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/4130964411787566859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/4130964411787566859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/2008/07/us-of.html' title='U.S of A'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298503396488321084.post-5597518748408525259</id><published>2008-06-26T10:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:32:40.199+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w294.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w294.photobucket.com/albums/mm98/mimi_19_dragon/Phiippines/fe80692e.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;type=8" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &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/5298503396488321084-5597518748408525259?l=mimidlf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/5597518748408525259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298503396488321084&amp;postID=5597518748408525259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/5597518748408525259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/5597518748408525259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/2008/06/philippines-trip.html' title='Philippines Trip'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298503396488321084.post-154990280389298984</id><published>2008-06-26T10:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:31:09.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Walking Trip</title><content type='html'>I had the oppertunity to go an a global walking trip to the Philippines.  The synod church sponsored some of the fees for us so i was able to go.  It was in 2006/ 2007. There is alot of details and things that we saw and did that would be to much for the blog. We went to Manila and the towns that lay around it. We also to went to the rubbish dump were there are heaps of people that live there going through the rubbish to look for things to fix and sell just for money. They also have to pay for clean water and protection for the police from the police. It was a shock for a city/ country person like me. We saw the gold mines that some philippino people would work in. and the mines were just amazing. There would be a km drop that they would go down by rope. To get to the drop you had to walk for what felt like hours in pitch dark, mud, that you had to hunch down until you get to the drop. It was awful. However they would only get a really really tiny peice of gold. We met families in person who's father was killed in political killings. The whole situation in the Philippines is just sad. Despite all of this the people there are the nicest i have ever met. They met us with open arms and warm smiles. It was an experience that has changed my life forever. I can sit here and describe what i have seen and experienced but it is not until you go there and experience it for yourself will you truly understand and comprehend what the people in the Philippines go through. If you ever have the oppertunity to travel there i would reccomend you take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298503396488321084-154990280389298984?l=mimidlf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/154990280389298984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298503396488321084&amp;postID=154990280389298984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/154990280389298984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/154990280389298984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/2008/06/global-walking-trip.html' title='Global Walking Trip'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298503396488321084.post-4798051333131315227</id><published>2008-06-20T17:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:14:57.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Dream Dream</title><content type='html'>I have been praying about what i am suppose to do when i finish university. It has been months and no response from the big man upstairs.  They always say that in God's own time... blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago i had the most bizarre dream. I was reading the book of Mark that night. I didn't get very far because i fell asleep. So the dream went something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in church on a Sunday morning and the worship leader or the minister did not show. I stood up and i started reading the bible verses set for that Sunday and I began to give the sermon. I was talking about materialism and making disciples.  I started talking about Mark Chapter 1: 1 - 5. This is what it reads. " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. 2 As it was written in Isaiah the prophet, 'Behold, I send my messenger before thy face, who shall prepare the way; 3 the voice of one crying in the wilderness: Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight-' 4 John the baptizer appeared in the wilderness, preaching a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sings. 5 And there went out of him all the country of Judea, and all the people of Jerusalem; and they were baptized by him in the river Jordan, confessing their sins." &lt;/span&gt;At this point i was no longer giving the Sermon, but sitting in the congregation listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting some say God doesn't answer prayer and some say that he does. So the questionthen is was this God or an over active imagination?! I have my own conclusion, you will have to come up with your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298503396488321084-4798051333131315227?l=mimidlf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/4798051333131315227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298503396488321084&amp;postID=4798051333131315227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/4798051333131315227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/4798051333131315227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-dream-dream.html' title='Dream Dream Dream'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298503396488321084.post-1453777595203810650</id><published>2008-06-15T13:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:23:18.369+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement</title><content type='html'>Starting from when i had the idea of starting up a different blog, but never really got around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when i got engaged. About two years ago now. I was 17 years old. It was a Sunday afternoon. I had just finished teaching Sunday school. I was going to have a lovely day out with Sam. I was sitting on the sofa at my parent's place and i get a text message saying that i should dress nice. Mind you all I knew nothing of his plans because he wanted to surprise me. So i just assumed that we were going somewhere that had a dress code. It turned out that he was taking me to Mt. Cootha for lunch. After I had a nice juicy stake. We went over to admire the view. He asked if wanted to use the telescope so he put a $1 in and put something in front of it. He asked if i could see it. Unfortunately i had no idea what he was talking about and what i was suppose to be seeing. He pulled me gently away from the telescope and knelt  down on one knee with the ring in his hand and asked if i would marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely embarrassed and shocked about the scene he was making in public. All i could think about was how was i going to get him to stand up. Of course my mind and heart was racing 100 k/h and all i could think of doing was saying yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i was unromantic and smooth about the whole thing, but he handled it well and we are now getting married at the end of this year. I am very excited and cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with a man that takes great care of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298503396488321084-1453777595203810650?l=mimidlf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/1453777595203810650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298503396488321084&amp;postID=1453777595203810650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/1453777595203810650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/1453777595203810650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/2008/06/engagement.html' title='Engagement'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5298503396488321084.post-1941995888766309681</id><published>2008-06-13T15:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:46:59.082+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Re - Blogger</title><content type='html'>I wanted to start a new blog.  I have grown and experienced things that has  enlightened  me. I  want to start  fresh and share my experience and how they have made me into a new person. I also have committed myself to write more then once on this blog. Stay tuned and please feel free to leave comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5298503396488321084-1941995888766309681?l=mimidlf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/feeds/1941995888766309681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5298503396488321084&amp;postID=1941995888766309681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/1941995888766309681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5298503396488321084/posts/default/1941995888766309681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimidlf.blogspot.com/2008/06/re-blogger.html' title='Re - Blogger'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844812578596030574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JbdEofmkitM/SFIIj4pfLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AkqoTbB6ESI/S220/Mia+1204.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
