<?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-7073604903396506069</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:43:08.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitney's summer in Chicago</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073604903396506069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whitney Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104328623299177469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1AITDZdoI/AAAAAAAAACc/-hPgCeS9oQs/S220/IMG_4146.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073604903396506069.post-8746557568586566676</id><published>2008-07-26T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:42:15.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops keep fallin' on my head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SIwTDBGLmrI/AAAAAAAAABw/7tfvub62VBE/s1600-h/IMG_4073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SIwTDBGLmrI/AAAAAAAAABw/7tfvub62VBE/s320/IMG_4073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227574210025200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Psalm 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-14702" class="sup"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; Create in me a pure heart, O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and renew a steadfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; spirit within me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14703" class="sup"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-14704" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restore to me the joy o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f your salvation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About 2 weeks ago I started to feel discouraged and see all the gross things about Chicago. I hardly felt the Lord's presence. I knew I needed to do something about it because all around me people were feeling the joy of the Lord. I wanted that again. I wanted it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began to pray about it. Telling the Lord how I felt and how I didn't want to feel like this anymore. He showed me Psalm 51. I laughed when I started to pray this Psalm. The Lord has a good sense of humor. I've read and prayed Psalm 51 multiple times and every time I ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The main verse that stood out this time was verse 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restore to me the joy of your salvation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I felt like that was exactly what I needed. I began to pray for the Lord to romance me again, dazzle me with His creation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So last week us girls decided we were going to get up extra early and go somewhere where we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; could be still before our Lord. When we woke up we realized it was pouring outside. They really didn't want to go outside. So they decided they were going to go to Starbuck's because it was the closest coffee shop. But I really wanted to go to Caribou. Instead of arguing I told them to go ahead and go without me. I was going to Caribou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire way there it was pouring but it was silent. It was strange because there was so much going on. People running by, cars splashing water, sirens blaring, thunder and lig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hting. The whole way I kept wondering if I was even awake because there was no way that everything around me was happening and none of it was effecting me. I walked into Caribou with hardly any water on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had 30 minutes or so to sit and read. I popped in my ipod, drank my soy mocha and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; started to read. I don't remember exactly where I was reading but I know it was good. When I left Caribou that's when the "magic" started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time when I walked back I was able to hear thunder. I could see everything moving around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; me making noise, but I couldn't hear any of it. Still walking I came across some flowers next to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the church and like a good photographer I had my camera on me. I started to take pictures of the droplets on the flowers. I didn't realize until half way that these flowers were perfect. Here's some of the pictures. Tell me what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1M1zKxYYI/AAAAAAAAACs/sAA7UM5jlIs/s1600-h/IMG_4070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1M1zKxYYI/AAAAAAAAACs/sAA7UM5jlIs/s320/IMG_4070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227919229599179138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1M2W5h98I/AAAAAAAAADE/0GuNK2KbMgo/s1600-h/IMG_4078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1M2W5h98I/AAAAAAAAADE/0GuNK2KbMgo/s320/IMG_4078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227919239190542274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1M1UU6nqI/AAAAAAAAACk/wmKFDFGqGu8/s1600-h/IMG_4058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1M1UU6nqI/AAAAAAAAACk/wmKFDFGqGu8/s320/IMG_4058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227919221320228514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1M2IC5U0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/I_dVXqlcLug/s1600-h/IMG_4071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1M2IC5U0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/I_dVXqlcLug/s320/IMG_4071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227919235203289922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1M2EPdz1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/r3fQaj8Ll8A/s1600-h/IMG_4074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1M2EPdz1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/r3fQaj8Ll8A/s320/IMG_4074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227919234182270802" 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/7073604903396506069-8746557568586566676?l=whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/8746557568586566676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073604903396506069&amp;postID=8746557568586566676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073604903396506069/posts/default/8746557568586566676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073604903396506069/posts/default/8746557568586566676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com/2008/07/raindrops-keep-fallin-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops keep fallin&apos; on my head...'/><author><name>Whitney Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104328623299177469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1AITDZdoI/AAAAAAAAACc/-hPgCeS9oQs/S220/IMG_4146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SIwTDBGLmrI/AAAAAAAAABw/7tfvub62VBE/s72-c/IMG_4073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073604903396506069.post-2534783174413301054</id><published>2008-07-26T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:10:04.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coming to an end...</title><content type='html'>So...I haven't kept up with this but my plan is to back track through out the semester. I haven't typed them but I've written almost everything down in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handy dandy journal&lt;/span&gt;. YA YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where so I start? There's so much to talk about. I guess I'll start with the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home in 4 days! I can't believe how fast the summer has gone. It feels like yesterday when I was at the airport crying and thinking of home. Now I'm thinking about the projects I have to finish up before I leave and how I'm going to fit everything in my suitcase. I've really enjoyed my time here and I've made some lasting friendships as well. Serving the Lord with someone is an awesome way to start a bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly and Daniel left for Georgia on Friday. WOW! Yesterday morning. It's been a long day. I cried a little. Wait I lied, a lot. I really liked them. I miss my Molly. Look for a post on their last day in Chi-town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that's pretty big, but not as big as what's happened this summer. God has shown me so much about myself and His work in Chicago. I guess the biggest thing I can think of is the Lord has restored to me the joy of his salvation and given me&lt;span id="en-NIV-14704" class="sup"&gt; a willing spirit to sustain me. &lt;/span&gt;(Ps. 51:12) Ever since February I've felt like someone or something was keeping me down. I couldn't break free from it. I would have occasional days where I felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on fire for the Lord&lt;/span&gt; but that was only days at a time. I knew something was up. I still don't know exactly what. Part of me wants to think that God had me stuck there so when I was here I would be able to have this experience. Right now I really don't care why or what. I'm just glad to feel this way again. I'm writing all the details right now. You should read it. It's titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my head&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually you should look at all of my upcoming post. I plan to write down a lot so be prepared to learn a lot about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073604903396506069-2534783174413301054?l=whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/2534783174413301054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073604903396506069&amp;postID=2534783174413301054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073604903396506069/posts/default/2534783174413301054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073604903396506069/posts/default/2534783174413301054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com/2008/07/coming-to-end.html' title='coming to an end...'/><author><name>Whitney Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104328623299177469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1AITDZdoI/AAAAAAAAACc/-hPgCeS9oQs/S220/IMG_4146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7073604903396506069.post-1791015002975383626</id><published>2008-06-01T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:32:39.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENzaWHfaqI/AAAAAAAAABI/Xs16I7lRahU/s1600-h/IMG_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207132490621217442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENzaWHfaqI/AAAAAAAAABI/Xs16I7lRahU/s320/IMG_1820.JPG" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squares, squares and more squares. That's how I would describe Illinois from the air. I took this because I was bored on the flight. I had an entire row to myself. My flight went well. There's was hardly any turbulence and we landed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207128126934444626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENvcWHfalI/AAAAAAAAAAg/emCAFoznnLE/s200/IMG_1834.JPG" width="187" border="0" /&gt;Here's a picture of dowtown Chicago from the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the first of 4 to land at Midway. I got to meet Serena, the Chicago Student &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207129716072344178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s200/IMG_1838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missions lady and the pastor of C3, Jon. We waited about a hour for Brittney to arrive and another hour for Jason and Amanda. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's some pics from the airport...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SEN0hGHfasI/AAAAAAAAABY/LMixVEXUWSA/s1600-h/IMG_1837.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SEN0iGHfauI/AAAAAAAAABo/P3OqMkEXvuI/s1600-h/IMG_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207133723276831458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SEN0iGHfauI/AAAAAAAAABo/P3OqMkEXvuI/s200/IMG_1842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SEN0hmHfatI/AAAAAAAAABg/jMnX20Jhabg/s1600-h/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207133714686896850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SEN0hmHfatI/AAAAAAAAABg/jMnX20Jhabg/s200/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SEN0g2HfarI/AAAAAAAAABQ/s0W1ZERT5_0/s1600-h/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207133701801994930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SEN0g2HfarI/AAAAAAAAABQ/s0W1ZERT5_0/s200/IMG_1835.JPG" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in Chicago!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENw42HfanI/AAAAAAAAAAw/o7ydrWhVOU4/s1600-h/IMG_1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7073604903396506069-1791015002975383626?l=whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com/feeds/1791015002975383626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7073604903396506069&amp;postID=1791015002975383626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073604903396506069/posts/default/1791015002975383626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7073604903396506069/posts/default/1791015002975383626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyinchicago.blogspot.com/2008/06/beginning.html' title='the beginning'/><author><name>Whitney Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09104328623299177469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SI1AITDZdoI/AAAAAAAAACc/-hPgCeS9oQs/S220/IMG_4146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aCaIhAtP5q4/SENzaWHfaqI/AAAAAAAAABI/Xs16I7lRahU/s72-c/IMG_1820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
