<?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-2715067591788164209</id><updated>2011-07-28T16:53:48.792-05:00</updated><category term='Sunset'/><category term='Brett Favre'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='music'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='toddler'/><category term='baby'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Football'/><category term='nursery'/><title type='text'>Tobi's Creative Mess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10346887551165287278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/Snsxo0NlFiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I78kx9iNoJE/S220/IMG_7074_edit+b%26w.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715067591788164209.post-9095870340448410952</id><published>2009-12-10T03:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T03:38:42.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>You Were There</title><content type='html'>I just recently rediscovered my love for the music of Avalon. My husband cannot stand their music (and he can't explain why either). So I have to secretly enjoy the music by myself. Someone needs to buy me an ipod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. The lyrics are so powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were There&lt;br /&gt;Written by Ben Glover&lt;br /&gt;Recorded by Avalon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it must have felt&lt;br /&gt;When David stood to face Goliath on a hill&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that he shook with all his might&lt;br /&gt;Until You took his hand, and held on tight&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You were there, You were there&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of danger's snare&lt;br /&gt;You were there, You were there always&lt;br /&gt;You were there when the hardest fight&lt;br /&gt;Seemed so out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Oh, You were there, You were always there&lt;br /&gt;You were always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there he stood upon that hill&lt;br /&gt;Abraham with knife in hand was poised to kill&lt;br /&gt;But God in all his sovereignty had bigger plans&lt;br /&gt;And just in time, You brought a lamb&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You were there,You were there&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the unclear&lt;br /&gt;You were there, you were there always&lt;br /&gt;You were there when obedience seemed to not make sense&lt;br /&gt;You were there, You were always there&lt;br /&gt;You were always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So haven't I learned that my ways&lt;br /&gt;Aren't as high as Yours are&lt;br /&gt;And You alone keep the universe&lt;br /&gt;From crumbling into dust&lt;br /&gt;You are God and though we would not have understood You&lt;br /&gt;There You were hanging blameless on a cross&lt;br /&gt;You would rather die than leave us in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Every moment, every planned coincidence&lt;br /&gt;Just all makes sense with Your last breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there, You were there&lt;br /&gt;During history's darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;You were there, You were there always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the Victor and the King&lt;br /&gt;You were the power in David's swing&lt;br /&gt;You were the calm in Abraham&lt;br /&gt;You are the God who understands&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength when we have none&lt;br /&gt;You are the living, Holy one&lt;br /&gt;You were, You are and You will always be the Risen Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;You were, You are and You will always be the Risen Lamb of God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715067591788164209-9095870340448410952?l=tobibockman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/feeds/9095870340448410952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-were-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/9095870340448410952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/9095870340448410952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-were-there.html' title='You Were There'/><author><name>Tobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10346887551165287278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/Snsxo0NlFiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I78kx9iNoJE/S220/IMG_7074_edit+b%26w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715067591788164209.post-4444614228384311917</id><published>2009-08-23T00:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:46:35.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brett Favre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Brett Favre &amp; the Purple Monster</title><content type='html'>So we drafted for the 2009 Fantasy Football team tonight. I wore my usual outfit for this event ... my number 4 Brett Favre Packer jersey. It bothers me slightly that I have to say it is a Packers jersey. One could assume it was a Jets jersey or (I shudder as a write this) a Vikings jersey. Why? Why? Why couldn't he have retired as a Packer? You have to admire the man's spunk. He does love the game. It must be hard for football players. You have found a career that you love, and yet you are forced to give it up because you're too old ... at 40!!! I admire his tenacity ... I just wish he would make up his mind and stop giving his wife and the rest of us ulcers! But secretly, I have to admit ... I love that I get to watch him play another year. I just hate that it will be as a Viking. But I'll be rooting for you, Brett, even as you take the field in that nasty purple jersey. I hope you show them you're still the greatest quarterback of all time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715067591788164209-4444614228384311917?l=tobibockman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/feeds/4444614228384311917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/08/brett-favre-purple-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/4444614228384311917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/4444614228384311917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/08/brett-favre-purple-monster.html' title='Brett Favre &amp; the Purple Monster'/><author><name>Tobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10346887551165287278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/Snsxo0NlFiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I78kx9iNoJE/S220/IMG_7074_edit+b%26w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715067591788164209.post-8883867136967546443</id><published>2009-08-05T14:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:34:48.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>The Sweetness of Absence</title><content type='html'>As a stay-at-home mom, I am with my darling little girl 24/7. On occasion, however, my husband and I will leave her with a sitter. Sometimes he will watch her so I can have some alone time. It is every Sunday though that we leave her in the nursery at church with trusted nursery workers. To whom, by the way, I am much appreciative! This past Sunday, I walked into the nursery at the conclusion of service. My angel sat on the floor with Sis. Gretchen, intently listening as Gretchen read her a book. Her little hand was patting Gretchen's leg. I quietly watched with pride and love showing through my eyes. I discreetly sat on an empty chair. Suddenly, my baby looked up and saw me. Her face lit up. "Mommy! Mommy!" she squealed as she immediately got up and as fast as her little legs would carry her, came barreling into my arms. This is what I call&lt;em&gt; The Sweetness of Absence&lt;/em&gt;. While I miss her as soon as I am away from her, I cannot express how sweet it is to see the love written on her face and the love in her voice as she speaks the word &lt;em&gt;Mommy&lt;/em&gt;. I cherish this and every moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715067591788164209-8883867136967546443?l=tobibockman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/feeds/8883867136967546443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetness-of-absence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/8883867136967546443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/8883867136967546443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweetness-of-absence.html' title='The Sweetness of Absence'/><author><name>Tobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10346887551165287278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/Snsxo0NlFiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I78kx9iNoJE/S220/IMG_7074_edit+b%26w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715067591788164209.post-2910283818480142928</id><published>2009-06-23T22:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:36:56.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunset'/><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>For a short time this evening, we were able to sit outside, watch the sunset, grill burgers, and watch our 16 month old enjoy the outdoors. My husband has grown so accustomed to the everpresent camera wrapped around my neck or slung around my arm that he suggested I take this shot of the sun. I was a little skeptic at how it would turn out, but after playing with several settings, I was able to get this amazing shot (if I do say so myself). When I showed him the final product, he boasted, "See, I told you it would be a good shot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/SkGxZqo16AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PD5O7K-Hzcw/s1600-h/Sunset+in+our+backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350752886793299970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/SkGxZqo16AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PD5O7K-Hzcw/s320/Sunset+in+our+backyard.jpg" border="0" /&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/2715067591788164209-2910283818480142928?l=tobibockman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/feeds/2910283818480142928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/2910283818480142928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/2910283818480142928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Tobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10346887551165287278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/Snsxo0NlFiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I78kx9iNoJE/S220/IMG_7074_edit+b%26w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/SkGxZqo16AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PD5O7K-Hzcw/s72-c/Sunset+in+our+backyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715067591788164209.post-8306190723807365299</id><published>2009-06-16T12:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:37:36.323-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>So Back to the Obsession</title><content type='html'>I have discovered that I'm not just obsessed with taking pictures. I'm obsessed with everything about pictures: taking them, looking at them, editing them, sharing them, talking about them, dreaming about them... Do I really need to continue? Here is a favorite photo creation of mine, just taken recently of my best friend and her family. I'm posting it on here so that every time I open my blog, I will see it. Since I have no followers as of yet. This posting really is for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/SjgNo0Kt9UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aShwuYwucbM/s1600-h/Walking+focus+on+Jolieedit2+with+sig_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348039552351991106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/SjgNo0Kt9UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aShwuYwucbM/s400/Walking+focus+on+Jolieedit2+with+sig_picnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/SjfUhjdkrXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L7Tm9p-8vE0/s1600-h/Walking+focus+on+Jolieedit2+with+sig.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715067591788164209-8306190723807365299?l=tobibockman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/feeds/8306190723807365299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-back-to-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/8306190723807365299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/8306190723807365299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-back-to-obsession.html' title='So Back to the Obsession'/><author><name>Tobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10346887551165287278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/Snsxo0NlFiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I78kx9iNoJE/S220/IMG_7074_edit+b%26w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/SjgNo0Kt9UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aShwuYwucbM/s72-c/Walking+focus+on+Jolieedit2+with+sig_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715067591788164209.post-6433840987222602204</id><published>2009-06-14T02:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:37:56.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>It's official. I have an obsession with photography. Deep down I think I always have. My beloved husband bought me a Canon Rebel Xsi for my birthday. In less than six months, I have taken over 8,000 pictures. Yeah ... I would say I have an obsession! I just love photography. I love to capture everyday moments in a creative way. My poor baby girl is the subject of most of my photos. I am with her everyday, all day. She is growing so fast. I'm afraid if I don't document every moment that she will grow up right before my eyes, and I will have missed the moment with nothing tangible to hold on to that memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography is amazing because it captures a moment in time that would otherwise be lost in a blink of eye, or in my case, the click of the shutter. I love looking at the world through the view finder, knowing that when my hand pushes that little black button, I will have stolen a moment in time. I think this is why I love photographing people. Inanimate objects and nature are fun to photograph, but they are just things. Life, the Bible says, is "but a vapor." And then all that we are left with of that vapor of life is the photographs we have taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715067591788164209-6433840987222602204?l=tobibockman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/feeds/6433840987222602204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/06/obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/6433840987222602204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/6433840987222602204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/06/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>Tobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10346887551165287278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/Snsxo0NlFiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I78kx9iNoJE/S220/IMG_7074_edit+b%26w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715067591788164209.post-4661690814564106877</id><published>2009-06-11T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:21:49.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe I'm blogging. I have done what I said I would never do. My exact words, "Why in the world do people blog? Who has time to blog? And seriously who wants to read what's on my mind?" So then why am I blogging? I was cleaning my house the other day and discovered some of my old writings. I must say I was impressed with my ownself! However, it seems I have forgotten how to write. It's a talent I've neglected. And as the saying goes, if you don't use it, you lose it. Since I hate to write with pen and paper, I have opted to begin a blog so that I may "use it" and hopefully begin to once again write well. So this blog shall be my journal of sorts. Who knows ... maybe I will turn into a seasoned blogger in the process!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715067591788164209-4661690814564106877?l=tobibockman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/feeds/4661690814564106877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/4661690814564106877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715067591788164209/posts/default/4661690814564106877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tobibockman.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Tobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10346887551165287278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asc5ezMrasQ/Snsxo0NlFiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I78kx9iNoJE/S220/IMG_7074_edit+b%26w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
