<?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-17515511</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:30:03.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not all who wander are lost</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-115043360258006549</id><published>2006-06-15T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:53:22.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Blogger isn't working very well right now, so I am switiching over to &lt;a href="http://leslientreece.wordpress.com"&gt;leslientreece.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word,&lt;br /&gt;leslie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-115043360258006549?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/115043360258006549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=115043360258006549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/115043360258006549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/115043360258006549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>nicholasfiedler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://myspace-222.vo.llnwd.net/00707/22/22/707022222_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-115034603294472600</id><published>2006-06-14T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:33:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel food cake, whipped cream and a ton o strawberries</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty good.  I haven't been able to get to sleep until about 5 in the  morning. The good thing is that I know a ton of pop culture references which help me out when I decide to take up the 21st century addition of Trivial pursuit.  So since I am not getting asleep until about 5, I usually wake up a little later which I what I did today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got my hair trimmed by a lovely lady that belonged to the Helena board of trustees or something, talked about how the sheriff came over to house, and talked about how her daddy had a attic fan in her house when she was little and it kept the house cool.  I thought this whole thing was cool because it made me see what the majority of conversations would be like about 50 years ago.  Seriously, no one ever says sheriff anymore, every police officer is a cop, or police man, po po, and what not...nobody says sheriff...and I liked it when she said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I then ran some errands.  It was really nice being with him.  It just makes everything more fun because he is the funniest person I know.  And we poke fun at eachother so our conversations are pretty funny.  Nick made sure to pick me up some suckers at the bank, blue is my favorite.  I like being near him.  I think sometimes if I don't get my own space I might get frustrated but them when I he not right next to me, I feel like he is too far away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Nick went back to work, I hung out with Mama F and it was so enjoyable.  We went to Wal-Mart which was fun because we laughed most of the time.  Then we made Nick's favorite cake, angel food cake with a ton of whipped cream and strawberries (we celebrated his birthday early since we will be gone).  Mama F and I then talked a whole lot about everything, Nick growing up and her wedding, and jen as a baby, and me as a baby.  I really loved talking with her and learning more about her and the fiedler family.  I love that stuff.  It makes me happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc birthday was today and we gave him his present.  It was really sweet because I think the liked it a lot and he laughed at nicks card.  You can tell he really loves his family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick came home and we surprised him with the cake and now we are watching his TV pick, The Daily Show.  I am lonely when he is not here and I am so glad that I get to spend forever with him.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I have tried to post some pictures but for some reason I can't. Hopefully I can change that soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-115034603294472600?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/115034603294472600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=115034603294472600' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/115034603294472600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/115034603294472600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/06/angel-food-cake-whipped-cream-and-ton.html' title='Angel food cake, whipped cream and a ton o strawberries'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-115026089312459965</id><published>2006-06-13T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:54:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a new post</title><content type='html'>Well I had some trouble getting back here so its been a long time since I last posted a blog.  I was reading Anna Browns BFF's blog (Kristin).  On her blog she posted an entry about how her husband had fixed her up a meal and how sweet she thought that was.  Well it just made me want to really be more thankful for nick and for my life.  I have been in quite a slump due to all the massive life changes that nick and I have gone through and I have become very cynical about most things.  This has kinda made me somewhat negative about life in general and I am usually a pretty positive person.  She that stops right now.  I am going to try to blog everyday about the great things that have happened during the day or week.  I especially want to note all the great things that I see in me and nick and our relationship.  So, im not good at this blogging but more positively, its going to get better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was great.  About a week ago I was offered a great job at a very prestigious place in Birmingham Alabama. I am going to be an event sales manager.  Basically, people come into the center and I show them around and tell them all that we can offer them for their special event.  I work with the client to make their event just right for them and I work the events to make sure that all the little details are taken care of.  I work varied hours every week which I like.  The people seem like great people to work with and it is a great place to meet all the big people in Birmingham.  Plus, I am very excited that they hold Birmingham sidewalk film festival there because I love independent films.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to today.  I have no work clothes.  You all know that I like to dress in my urban/hippie gear.  Cool tennis shoes, cool t-shirts, and skirts.  Slightly emo in the winter and hippie in the summer.  So, I went out today to find some cool work clothes at some good prices.  I found a lot of good stuff.  New York and Company had some great deals and I found some clothes that still make me feel stylish, a little hot like, but still very professional.  I also picked a present for my wonderful husband...shhhhh...and a magazine to help me decorate our apartment that we will be moving into on the 30th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home Mama F had bought and washed the most beautiful, poochy (I don't know if that's a word but it kinda sounds like what they looked like) plump, deep red cherries I had ever seen.  And I feel like it was my first taste of paradise.  I cannot tell you how delicious these cherries were and they were fresh not canned.  I also decided to put some cheese on my rice and I love sour cream so YES I DID IT...I put sour cream on my rice and it was freaking good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nick came home and we got to spend some nice time together.  I told him some new stories that he has never heard.  One story about how I won tickets to a nelly concert...And I went...And it was fun....OKAY!!!  I also got to read a sweet quote he put up on his blog.  He blushed when I told him I read it and it was so sweet.  We watched the Japanese people play pretty games and it made me smile because nick was laughing hysterically at this show, just like my dad.  Now we are watching Conan and I am so glad that I can look over at my sweet husband in his jammies, watching the TV.  If I was a betting woman, I would bet that in about 15 minutes he will get hungry and we will get a bowl of apple jacks together and I think that cute.  Okay I feel retarded but good too.  That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-115026089312459965?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/115026089312459965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=115026089312459965' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/115026089312459965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/115026089312459965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-new-post.html' title='Finally a new post'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-114608552234382345</id><published>2006-04-26T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T14:05:22.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our sweet day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/wr_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/wr_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/wr_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/wr_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/wr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/wr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/681744651_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/681744651_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/688700865_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/688700865_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most wonderful day of our lives.  It was so perfect.  I am going to write a journal about the whole weekend and put snippets on this blog so I can relive the whole thing because it don't want to ever forget how special it was.  Nick and I were so calm too which made everyone else just relaxed.  Everyone said it was the best wedding ever!  The people at Gabrella Manor said it was the wedding of the year!  We cried (and nick I were laughing because we were crying during the vows, me especially, but we could hear all the sniffles from our guests which made it so sweet) we ate (the best food ever!!!) we dance the whole night away (yes the grandparent got doooowwwwnnn too) and we hugged as nick and I were whisked away as husband and wife.  I have the best husband ever and my family just fell more in love with him.  And my grandparents invited the whole fiedler clan over to their house.  Anyways, I felt beautiful and Nick was so handsome.  I never really planned the perfect wedding when I was little and I just tried to come up with some good ideas for the wedding, but we could not have dreamt up a better wedding.  It was so much better than I could have imagined.  A definite fairy tale!  Everyone should get married at Gabrella Manor!!!! They are amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-114608552234382345?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/114608552234382345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=114608552234382345' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114608552234382345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114608552234382345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-sweet-day.html' title='Our sweet day'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-114505836309046923</id><published>2006-04-14T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:46:03.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never"src="http://www.freeflashtoys.biz/apps/countdown.swf?maturity=0604221830B111117114032119101100100105110103032100097121" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="..cccccc" width="350" height="60" name="humwear" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-114505836309046923?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/114505836309046923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=114505836309046923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114505836309046923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114505836309046923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/04/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-114443466364606589</id><published>2006-04-07T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:31:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>engagement pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.marklawleyphotography.com/engagement/leslieandnick"&gt;http://www.marklawleyphotography.com/engagement/leslieandnick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our engagement pictures.  I really love the ones at the end where nick looks handicapped and unable to use his limbs...so being the good fiance I am, I am holding him up.  Come on baby...here ya go...there...is that comforable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-114443466364606589?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/114443466364606589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=114443466364606589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114443466364606589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114443466364606589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/04/engagement-pics.html' title='engagement pics'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-114441830439203349</id><published>2006-04-06T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:25:08.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0464.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0464.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allison and Jason &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0463.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0463.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stephy and Tripp with a little Bridget on the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0465.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0465.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Juli and Brad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0466.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0466.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0462.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0462.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a look at our second shower. We had a ton-o-fun thanks to Bridget and Whitney. And there was a little present that stuck out....I will just say it was a medly and it was a present assigned for the bedroom. And thats all im going to say about that. Anyways, I loved getting to see all my friends again and share high school stories and talk about who is doing what now. I seriously love my friends so much. They are just so fun and everyone of them is the life of the party so there is never a dull moment. So I loved my friends that were there and I am so fortunate to still continue to meet friends that just make my life more joyful. Lets just say, Vespa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-114441830439203349?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/114441830439203349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=114441830439203349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114441830439203349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114441830439203349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/04/2nd-shower.html' title='2nd Shower'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-114438659991285290</id><published>2006-04-06T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:26:36.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0412.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0412.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0356.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0356.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0343.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0343.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well our dear almost parents threw nick and I a little shower bash. It was mostly to enjoy some time with the people of SHUMC. So I wanted to share some pictures, and yes I am the best cake smasher in the entire universe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-114438659991285290?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/114438659991285290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=114438659991285290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114438659991285290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114438659991285290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/04/1st-shower.html' title='1st shower'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-114410151662064968</id><published>2006-04-03T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:58:36.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSC_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSC_0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay since we have less than three weeks till the wedding I think I am just going to post some pictures of us from the last couple of months...friends and showers and all. AHHH three weeks, how exciting. I really am marring the most wonderful man in the world. He is intelligent, kind, loving, funny, sweet, and really lets be honest, he is the hottest man ever invented. And he tries with much success to love me the way he thinks God loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went out to eat and i thought these picutres were cute. Stay tuned for friend and shower pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-114410151662064968?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/114410151662064968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=114410151662064968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114410151662064968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114410151662064968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/04/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-114218090186286638</id><published>2006-03-12T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T08:28:23.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/19914s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/19914s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear LX150,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Love.  How I have missed you.  I know we had a rough start but I really think that it could work out between us.  Ill make sure to slow it down when I need to and start things up gently.  Ill will take you everywhere with me and we dont just need to go to my stores, we can stop by the tire store any time you're tired of the gas station and just need a change.  ill romance you with trips to the park, nice restarants, and long rides on open roads.  And I know you were worried about this because I can get very excited about being around you and sometimes get reckless...but ill never hurt you...do you understand me LX150...look at me....no no seriously...look at me...I Will Never Hurt You.  Im serious...yeah I know, I know,I cant promise that...okay I dont promise, but ill really try not to.  I just sometimes think you can handle all that stuff because of your tough steel exterior.  You just need to honest and show me when you hurting...and ill bang out the dents with a hammer...a rubber hammer, dont worry.  Oh love, there is so much I want to tell you...but I think this sums it up, you complete me.  Wait....dont ride away...I said it before Jerry McGuire!  I told him to say that!  I am original!!!!!!  Come back to me love.     your biggest fan and lova....leslie vespa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-114218090186286638?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/114218090186286638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=114218090186286638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114218090186286638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/114218090186286638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/03/dear-lx150-hello-love.html' title=''/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113982028017559798</id><published>2006-02-13T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:44:40.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>Im not sure if it posts the time this is written but if so you will see that I suffer from frequent bouts of insomnia.  I have to wake up in about three hours.  I bet that I will get about an hour, if that of sleep before im off to work.  And I think that being super tired and being at work or some place where I cant nap, could possibly be the worst feeling in the world.  So, this keeps me from sleeping even more because I get nervous that I am going to be super tired tomorrow.  That coupled with wedding/work/ministry stress keep my thoughts just running.  I need help.  Do any of you have suggestions on how to get to sleep?  I need advice...what are your remedies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113982028017559798?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113982028017559798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113982028017559798' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113982028017559798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113982028017559798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/02/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113961780048996989</id><published>2006-02-10T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T16:33:16.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Okay, I try always to be optimistic, especially in front of people because in my mind, for me to ever appear weak in front of people is a definite no no ( I am watching kids right now, no no is apart of my current vocab). Here is the deal, IM working through things in my mind and maybe being venerable is just the type of honesty I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, im a a dreamer. All I do is dream. I am day dreaming probably 95 percent of my day. I am just starting to reveal to Nick my obsession with day dreaming, about how I picture myself on Oprah one day, or that Ed Mcman gives me money even though I never filled out the stupid forms or ever ordered a magazine from him. If I run a red light, I go on to picture myself getting hit by someone and then a person comes to rescue me from the wreckage and then we become good friends and it turns out that that person knows somebody who can get me just where I need to be in life, jobwise, moneywise, or wherever my daydream that day takes me. And of course in all of that I dream of fame, fortune, success (the Hollywood life dream of success, not the IM happy IM healthy and I provide and am provides for, totally the vain success).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am becoming very cynical because all of my dreams take me to dead ends. So I changed my dreams to try to be what God wants. And I thought some of my dreams were His dreams because they were about serving and community and love, but I feel dooped and let down honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is because I lack patience but its upsetting because I feel like I cant think or dream big because all of my aspirations seem to be drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good though, I have never thought differently in this change that he is taking me, us, though. I think my dreams are not his, I think I plan for him and I see God as totally broken because of me, because I try to plan this perfect life I have in my head, and because I work up this fantasy, that I feel so lost when a new path is revealed to me, but the path is perfect and worth dreaming of, and divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will never see miracles if I give up and I will never understand God at all if I give up and I will never live a truly adventurous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am breaking, feels not so good but it is very good, I am praying for things and God is answering with His most perfect answer and I see how faithful God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not finish this entry in a bad tone because its hard but I do think that God will shine through in my life and I think he should get all the glory he deserves and I will take the beating if it means God gets revealed. So I will just finish this with a short story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I had both dreamed this summer of touring around with this mission group and doing our ministry. We wanted to get a good start on our ministry and see awesome things happen in incredible places. God could not have planned it better and I thought it was going to be perfect, but God didn't plan this one in my perfect vision because we are not going to be doing that this summer. I had prayed that today God would have an answer for me. And He was faithful and He did. So I was bummed and wanted to go home and cry, but I stopped right there and I said," I am not going to feel like crap about this for one more second. God is good" And that's it for me. Gods plan will come through and he is so good an always provides. God is good. I am breaking in good ways and my life is not longer mine. I do not want to own my dreams anymore, but I would like for them to cradled by the one who holds me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113961780048996989?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113961780048996989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113961780048996989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113961780048996989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113961780048996989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113769252506815724</id><published>2006-01-19T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T09:42:51.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got of track</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/kiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/kiss1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/ushat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/ushat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/nick%20and%20less%20back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/nick%20and%20less%20back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/les%20and%20nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/les%20and%20nick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some new pics of nick and I that were taken while we were dating. Two of them were taken at my apartment in Tuscaloosa. Nick would come to visit me from Atlanta if he could on the weekends, and if I didn't have school work I would go over there. We was hard not living on the same place, but after 1.9 years of dealing with that, I came over here to Atlanta and now we live about 5 minutes apart. I ready now to live in the same place and the wedding won't come fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other picture was taken at the Shakespeare takern in atlanta. I think we saw McBeth and it was pretty good. I think wherever he is, im happy. 3 months and 3 days until we are Mr. and Mrs Fiedler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113769252506815724?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113769252506815724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113769252506815724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113769252506815724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113769252506815724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-got-of-track.html' title='I got of track'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113744347305069649</id><published>2006-01-16T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:31:13.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Eva are BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/bio_eva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/bio_eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Eva from America's next top model at Urban Outfitters today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged myself out of bed today to go with Nick to get our IPod's fixed at the IPod store at Lenox Mall. We stopped my Urban Outfitters on the way. I was just brousing and this girl and I almost bumped into eachother...and was it other than EVA from Winner of America's next top model!!!!! And just looked me up and down and then walked past me...and i was dressed like poo poo so I was embarassed, but I ran over to nick so he could see her, and I just hung on him because he looked hot and I wanted her to see me with my hot fiance, and who was she with...no one.  Anyways we saw her again getting of the escalator and she put snapped her cell phone closed and walked off all strutey like she was on the runway. GUUUURLLLL you be in altanta GA not Milan!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113744347305069649?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113744347305069649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113744347305069649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113744347305069649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113744347305069649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/01/me-and-eva-are-bff.html' title='Me and Eva are BFF'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113710135929417575</id><published>2006-01-12T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:29:19.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>Most of you who visit this sight know all about me and nick but if you are just passing by here is what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I are stepping out on faith and starting a ministry where we being a worship service to churches and organizations.  We are also getting married in three months.  So, we are going to be broke and currently homeless.  If you know of someone who has a place for us to live, like a guest house that we can rent for super cheap or something, we really need for that to happen!  We have three months to find a cheap place to rent that feels like home, and we are running into brick wall right now.   So please pass the word around about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the ministry, Nick and I are starting a ministry and Josh has designed some awesome flyers for it, which I will put up when they are all done, but here is what the flyer will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truss Awakening is made up of Nick and Leslie Fiedler, a husband and wife ministry that ultimately desires for you to connect with God as a community of one.  God has called them to create a ministry that combines inspiring music, edifying teachings, and creative worship to display their passion for Christ and carry on that passion to others. Together as a husband and wife team, their goal is to take worship experiences to churches, camps, youth groups, and conferences that are eager to see exciting teaching and dynamic worship.Nick and Leslie would be thrilled to come and bring a worship experience to your church or organization.  To learn more about The Truss Awakening or to book Nick and Leslie email them and visit their website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicholasfiedler.com/"&gt;www.nicholasfiedler.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:leslientreece@yahoo.com"&gt;leslientreece@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:nicholasfiedler@mac.com"&gt;nicholasfiedler@mac.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truss Awakening ~ where we blend and connect upwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know of churches that would like to be apart of this, please send them our way.  You can also support us by picking up one of nicks CD's at his website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewww alot of good stuff going on right now.  Keep us in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113710135929417575?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113710135929417575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113710135929417575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113710135929417575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113710135929417575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/01/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113708971408543399</id><published>2006-01-12T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:15:14.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the church</title><content type='html'>A thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard the phrase mentioned many times, “the church is a business.”  More and more, I think this is not very Christ like.  I do not think Christ considered the synagogues to be a place of business.  They were holy ground; a sacred structure.  When it became a business he overturned the tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And Jesus entered the temple and cast out those who were buying and selling in the temple and overturned the tables of the moneychangers and the seats of those who were selling doves.”  Matt. 21:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the church is supposed to display the face of Christ and not a place a business.  I think Christ did not view his life, his message, or his death as a business maneuver.  I think if we start treating the church like a business or handle issues the way that a business does, then we are not representing Christ in a holy way, a way that lets God take control and lets God build the foundation, but we make structure and we start controlling.  Christ did not live his life with guidelines or worry about how he was going to make it tomorrow.  Christ rested in the fact the God would provide and that he loved people more than anything else in the world.  If we make the church a business we take out the barbarian, the adventurer, the worry free nature, the lover of humankind out of Christ, and start dealing with numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113708971408543399?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113708971408543399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113708971408543399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113708971408543399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113708971408543399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/01/church.html' title='the church'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113661184361724448</id><published>2006-01-06T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:34:40.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/phoenix%20project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="145" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/phoenix%20project.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/phoenix%20project.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/phoenix%20project.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was a holy night for me. I felt like I needed to take off my shoes because I was walking on holy ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tingling feeling to be able to sit with a group of people that I have just met and to feel completely accepted and appreciated and have them laugh at my jokes which I am sure some where just not funny. I felt free. That is a feeling I lost for a while but I am finding it more and more in my life and I think im getting used to it. I felt like I was being drenching in the glory of God (kavod). It is so awesome to be able to feel greatness in a moment but then to look back on that moment and see kavod is a great gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank to Josh and Anna to being faithful and to everyone who was there!!!! yea phoenixproject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phoenixcommunity.blogspot.com"&gt;www.phoenixcommunity.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3816/99/1600/phoenix%20project.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113661184361724448?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113661184361724448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113661184361724448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113661184361724448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113661184361724448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/01/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113650696976159023</id><published>2006-01-05T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:22:49.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im breaking the order  New Years 2005/2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/dec20050064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/dec20050064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/dec20050058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/dec20050058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/dec20050072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/dec20050072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/dec20050077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/dec20050077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/dec20050038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/dec20050038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post these pictures. We went to our newly engaged friends Whitney and Ryan and Willow (their new puppy) so I had to get some new pictures with my amazing camera. I think when nick holds I puppy my heart kinds goes aaaaaawwwwwwww. To cute....can't stand the cuteness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113650696976159023?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113650696976159023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113650696976159023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113650696976159023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113650696976159023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-breaking-order-new-years-20052006.html' title='im breaking the order  New Years 2005/2006'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113583536162939198</id><published>2005-12-28T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:49:21.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/Jul%20and%20Aug%2003%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/Jul%20and%20Aug%2003%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/Jul%20and%20Aug%2003%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/Jul%20and%20Aug%2003%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/Jul%20and%20Aug%2003%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/Jul%20and%20Aug%2003%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/Jul%20and%20Aug%2003%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/Jul%20and%20Aug%2003%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/Jul%20and%20Aug%2003%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/Jul%20and%20Aug%2003%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up my first gift to find that my mom has taken a picture of nick and I and put a picture of Brad Pitt over his face!!! hahahaha! it was pretty funny. Nick started crying...no he didnt...yes he did...no. Anyways it was my 21 first birthday and maybe the first time Nick met me family, the parents, brother, and one set of the grandparents. So the pressure was on. But he did great and then wrote brad pitt some hate mail....no he didnt....My dad took me for a ride on his motorcycle which was fun and we just had a good time....now on to Vegas...for real my family went to Vegas after my 21st! Vegas is like an adult disney land with Celine Dion as their Mickey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113583536162939198?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113583536162939198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113583536162939198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113583536162939198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113583536162939198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/12/august-2003.html' title='August 2003'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113436515005066719</id><published>2005-12-11T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:25:50.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN1285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN1287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN1288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN1288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Im guessing that this was taken around this time...only God really knows our outline...we are getting old and we forget easily...hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our first time at Six Flags was one of our favorite dates I think. We just played the whole day and rode roller coasters the entire time. There was one I wouldnt ride on, im a wuss about some things, but Nick is fearless and he rode just about everything. I waited on the side like a granny for a couple, but I think my heart thanks me. I dont know if you can count points on the bumper cars but I have always been known to knock a few people unconscious, so I think I might have won the bumper cars...even small children cannot escape my bumper car...it has no mercy. One time when I was driving a bumper car, my little cable that makes sparks was going to fast that it shot me into another time zone like in back to the future...I am Marty McFly. I was a pretty awesome experience...its kinda like eating a frozen chocolate banana for the first time...pretty invigorating. Anyways, the day with Nick was wonderful and I think we felt like an adventure seeking couple. Yeah, thats right, we are extreme sporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, note the the translucent skin...i think im allergic to sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113436515005066719?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113436515005066719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113436515005066719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113436515005066719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113436515005066719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/12/july-2003_11.html' title='July 2003'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113384969068914408</id><published>2005-12-05T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T22:14:51.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN1238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN1239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was first visit to Nick when I tried to water ski. He had done pretty well with wakeboarding and I heard that wakeboarding was hard so I tried the the waterskiing thing....but it didnt work out for me to well. It took me about 17 tries before I even got up on the skiis and then I only stayed up for about a minute. But wakeboarding only took me one try...so I would suggest all ladies try wakeboarding first....it will boost your moral...and im all about moral boosing. Anways, I think people got a lot of laughs out of me and unfortuatly there are pictures floating around of me attempting the skiis. And I like to embarrass myself so here are a few. But really Nick was so sweet and encouraging. He was always rooting for me. P.S. yes my skin is translucent....if nicole kidman can make it look cool so can I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113384969068914408?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113384969068914408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113384969068914408' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113384969068914408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113384969068914408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/12/july-2003.html' title='July 2003'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113321876145344062</id><published>2005-11-28T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:59:21.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>June 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/guitar9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/guitar9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/guitar10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/guitar10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/guitar7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/guitar7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I have found that these might not be in order at all....but I'm going to try to do this somewhat in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these pictures at my apartment in Tuscaloosa. It was one of the first times that he played his guitar in front of me. I know the first song he ever played for me was a Jonny Cash song. He played it on my windowsill. It was really nice. And the second song he played for me was someday later. He said it was just for me...so what else would he play but "I can show you the world"...yes the song from Aladdin. This was a different night though. We were just sitting around when he started to play some songs for me and I picked up the camera and just staring snapping some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113321876145344062?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113321876145344062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113321876145344062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113321876145344062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113321876145344062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/11/june-2003.html' title='June 2003'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113276392770440883</id><published>2005-11-23T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T08:38:47.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 21, 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/lesss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/lesss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure who took this picture, but it was somebody from Riverchase...Nick's previous church. This was taken at the first concert I saw Nick play as an Intimate Stranger. It was awesome. I think it was a battle of the bands and all the bands were set up on the side of a FOOZEball field. It was kinda unreal when I was walking on to the field to meet his friends. I was wearing a white flowing shirt and walking across this green grass and I had people running up to meet me and i think there was music playing in the background...I felt like an celebrity. It was really funny. Then I met his friends and got to see him play..and I made sure to look pretty so that Nick could feel like he could brag about his girlfriend...I loved to get bragged about...is that bad? The night ended up in the hospital because I stopped people's hearts....HAHAH jk...our wonderful friend John and I went to go over and play on the blow up mountain and we didnt realize that it was deflating. So...we started a theme and other people jumped on and all this movement caused John to fall off onto the concrete...we later found out he broke his back....very painful. But it was wonderful to see people there for John. Everybody went to the emergency room and just stayed there until we had to leave. I got to know all of his wonderful friends and got asked some pretty funny questions (thanks DB) and got to see Nick run around an emergency room with Q-tips in his ears and band-aids on his face and I think he had wrapped some gauze around his arm. Anyways...John is better now (thank God) and I got to meet some very amazing people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113276392770440883?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113276392770440883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113276392770440883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113276392770440883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113276392770440883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/11/may-21-2003.html' title='May 21, 2003'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113246847160347012</id><published>2005-11-19T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T22:34:31.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 10thish 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN1122.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN1122.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a little picture of me that Nick took in my apartment in Tuscaloosa. I had those little chili peppers that I loved that I put around the opening of the kitchen...love them. I think he took this picture on the same night that I tried to teach him how to dance. Nick really wanted to go out and dance but he didn't feel like he knew how to dance. So, I did my best and tried to give him music that he liked and could feel the beat to...and what else should I put on but Bob Marley. I had him start by dancing around in a box and then...well just move your body to beat and move how you feel... so anyways...I think we got somewhere and he had begun to master booty dancing by the end of the dance session. Bob Marley + Nick + Leslie as a booty dance teacher = some fine booty dancing moves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113246847160347012?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113246847160347012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113246847160347012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113246847160347012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113246847160347012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/11/may-10thish-2003.html' title='May 10thish 2003'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113216479279865404</id><published>2005-11-16T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:22:13.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May 4, 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/nick%20gets%20some.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/nick%20gets%20some.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN1027.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN1027.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/les&amp;nickcrazy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/les%26nickcrazy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/les&amp;nick1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/les%26nick1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I went to the crawfish broil down in B'ham. I think I met his parents and then we met up with a few of his friends at the broil. See I thought his friends were brother and sister so it was weird when they were hugging and being cuddlely. I was a little confused for a bit. But, see they weren't brother and sister at all!!!!! It's a crazie world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...the headliner for the crawfish broil was Edwin McCain.....it's was one of those concerts that could be related to Woodstock. I mean Jimi and Edwin McCain are like two peas in a pod, musically. But Nick and I had such a fun time and really the headliner could have been DJ Tanner on her solo debut as a singer, and it wouldn't have mattered at all to me. I just liked being around him. And there was a kid there on his Dad's shoulders that loved Nick, and the way they were making faces at eachother was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had to leave early for some reason...I can't remember but Nick and I just hung out at my car and laughed. He told me a story about his guitar and that it was so special to him and important to him. He said that when he first got it he didn't want to play it because it didn't want to mess it up. So since most things that Nick says to me are like poetry, he told me that I was like his guitar, very special, and that he just didn't want to mess anything up. I mean this was big...I was like his guitar....im in! Im golden. That's all I could think. "I am a golden god!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im mushy too....Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113216479279865404?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113216479279865404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113216479279865404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113216479279865404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113216479279865404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/11/may-4-2003.html' title='May 4, 2003'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113194217330018087</id><published>2005-11-13T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:22:53.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April 25 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN0983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too fond of this picture, but you can't rewrite history. Plus Nick "digs" this picture. But we had been dating for a few weeks when me and the girls were invited to a cocktail party. We were required to dress up snazzy so I bought this little ditty and got all dressed up. Nick was leaving Tuscaloosa to drive over to B'ham when I called him and told him I wanted him to see me all dressed up. It was so cute...he turned around his car and came back to Tuscaloosa just to see me for about 5 minutes all dressed up. He took a picture and used that picture to show his youth group what I looked like. They all wanted to see pictures of "THE girl" hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113194217330018087?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113194217330018087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113194217330018087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113194217330018087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113194217330018087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/11/april-25-2003.html' title='April 25 2003'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113172922844492009</id><published>2005-11-11T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:13:48.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first pictures of Nick and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN0982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN0982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN0979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/DSCN0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/DSCN0981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In trying to find out exactly why I wanted to do this blog, I decided that I would do like a wedding countdown. So, I am going to just post stuff nick and I have done together for the past 2.6 years. YEAAAA! word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these pictures are the first pictures of Nick and me. When Nick finally got the courage up to come and sit next to me in class despite the fact that an ex was sitting nearby, we plotted up our next encounter. The teacher of the class told us we would get extra credit if we came to class with our hair all crazy. So I had kinda forgotten about it but Nick showed up at my door all ready to get funky hair. So we laughed as we tried to blow dry his hair straight up and fro my hair out. In a class of about 300 we were the only ones to get funky hairdo's. It was so fun and it gave us a chance to really see eachothers fun personalities. I kinda realized that day that I really liked him. Who wouldnt like a guy that is willing to do his hair crazy just so he can spend some more time with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113172922844492009?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113172922844492009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113172922844492009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113172922844492009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113172922844492009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-pictures-of-nick-and-me.html' title='The first pictures of Nick and me'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113164222442788798</id><published>2005-11-10T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:03:44.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I am not getting married for another 5 months and 11 days (not counting today or the 22) and well Im getting really anxious.  It is taking too long!!!!  I mean I have loved this planning time but I already have those, "If I could do it all over again I would have......"  And I would have had a much shorter engagement.  I just want to be married to Nick and well the clocks are not moving fast enough.  I think I need to hybernate this winter, fall into a deep sleep and when I wake up it's march!!!!  good plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113164222442788798?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113164222442788798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113164222442788798' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113164222442788798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113164222442788798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay-i-am-not-getting-married-for.html' title=''/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113156332691060703</id><published>2005-11-09T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:08:46.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ummm i dont know if I dig this blogger stuff.  I don't like writing things about myself and then people reading them, plus I feel like im writing to myself...so i think that when this wedding stuff gets moving along and we have more parties and pictures I am just going to make this a wedding page.  So there might not be very many posts for the next couple of months, but there coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113156332691060703?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113156332691060703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113156332691060703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113156332691060703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113156332691060703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/11/ummm-i-dont-know-if-i-dig-this-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113100093957034412</id><published>2005-11-02T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:55:39.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ummm I dont know really what to say...There has been so much that God has started to teach me in the past week.  It is almost too much.  He has taught me about forgiveness, trust, and giving up control...and that I dont know if I have ever REALLY done any of those things.   So I have a clean slate, and I have to start over and rediscover Christ and grace.  I guess I am not looking forward to digging really deep in my thoughts and feelings, in fact I detest doing that stuff.  I would much rather laugh but sometimes you search out tough things so you can laugh harder.  Anywho, thats the jist and when I discover more I will try to write about that.  Until then I pray that we all can walk so close to Christ that we will have the dust of the Rabbi all over us...READ VELVET ELVIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113100093957034412?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113100093957034412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113100093957034412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113100093957034412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113100093957034412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/11/ummm-i-dont-know-really-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113038278517271152</id><published>2005-10-26T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:13:05.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have been busy being a compulsive wedding planner. I am no bridezilla but I really enjoy wedding planning and try to plan whenever I can. I wanted you guys to all share in my planning so here is a picture of my bridesmaid dresses. I think they are daaaarling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/uglydress_1851_12093840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/uglydress_1851_12093840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your an insider to my wedding!! Well tomorrow I am off to Emmaus ( i think that is how it is spelled). I am pretty excited but I really have no idea what to expect. Well, actually Nick has been good about keeping it a secret...but I am picking up on things when people start to talk to nick about the weekend and they realize that I am standing there hehe. I don't think anything really big has been given away, I still have no idea about what to expect. Thats a good thing, I like suprises. So hopefully you will see a new post on monday or something. Im sure I will have lots to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store1.yimg.com/I/uglydress_1851_12151557"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113038278517271152?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113038278517271152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113038278517271152' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113038278517271152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113038278517271152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-i-have-been-busy-being-compulsive.html' title=''/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113029719958272104</id><published>2005-10-25T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:26:39.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grandma Lucy said what??????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113029719958272104?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113029719958272104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113029719958272104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113029719958272104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113029719958272104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/10/grandma-lucy-said-what.html' title=''/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-113022050244383652</id><published>2005-10-24T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:08:22.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really do not know much about this blog stuff. Apparently you need to know some HTML stuff and I kinda just pretended to care about that stuff in my high school computer programming class. Which was a good thing because when I delivered pizza's to my high school computer teacher, her and her son sat on the porch and counted up what 10% of the order was and then her kid had to count out how much he owed me in nickels and pennies...so I just told her right there "well I didn't pay attention in your class anyways...And thanks for the $1" I didn't really say that but I sure she knew that as I drove away in my Kia Sephia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...back to the good stuff. I really like my job. But I guess I struggle sometimes with being in a church, place with walls and safety, because I feel like I should be out in the world like tackling homelessness or AIDS or something. Even so, there are so many times, times every week that I see God working. And it is so amazing to see God work through a high schooler, because high school is rough. I have gone to visit some of the youth during lunches...and I just remember how rough it was. There was a ton of kids having fun with their friends but I also saw one girl...she was completely alone and you could see the sadness in her face. She had a look on her like she never knew what it felt like for someone to love her. But in high school I remember eating lunch with people but still at times feeling like I wasn't loved. High School can just be so harsh. There are so many changes and identities that you have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you see one of your youth yearning to know more...taking you aside and asking you questions...(and I lack the answers so many times) but really they LOVE God and they teach YOU how to love God more...that is amazing. And when they go to church for fun..because they have found their passion...that's just awesome. My passion in high school was coming home, eating a snack, watching Oprah, and then IMing. So it is cool to see people who dig God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has made me happy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-113022050244383652?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/113022050244383652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=113022050244383652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113022050244383652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/113022050244383652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-really-do-not-know-much-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17515511.post-112952231980372074</id><published>2005-10-16T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:28:45.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/1600/todo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1683/1690/320/todo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is an actual to-do list that was posted on Found Magazine's website &lt;a href="http://www.foundmagazine.com/"&gt;http://www.foundmagazine.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I'm thinking it was picked up somewhere in texas where they like their spicy foods. Thought I would start out my blog with some random humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well this is a my new blog. I am giving in to this whole blog thing. I tried to stay out of it because I can pretty much do everything on the computer, and I didn't want to use a blog as another reason to stay out of the world. But hopefully you all get to know me better and can help me pick at my thoughts. I am working on getting a picture and some more posts up but blogger is giving me a hard time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stay tuned.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17515511-112952231980372074?l=leslietreece.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/feeds/112952231980372074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17515511&amp;postID=112952231980372074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/112952231980372074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17515511/posts/default/112952231980372074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietreece.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-actual-to-do-list-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10908915081322885178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://homepage.mac.com/nicholasfiedler/lovelyleslie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
