<?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-8825218491397469365</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:27:34.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Through My Window</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-3988055510493560209</id><published>2009-03-09T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:52:10.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>I have now had three trips in the past 4 months and have done a horrible job blogging while I was gone. I would like to blame it on poor Internet connection (which did play a big part) but really I am just a big slacker. So in an attempt to give you all a glimpse into my recent trips I will be posting a few things about each of them. So if you have ever been curious about Kenya, Bangladesh or the Dominican Republic, stay tuned I hope to give you a bit of insight. Here are a couple of pictures to whet your appetite.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SbXSgIHlX-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/oms2I-8KeMI/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311382784930308066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SbXTvKCmixI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JPMB-PTPTvk/s320/CIMG2986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311384142655949586" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dominican Republic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SbXUpRrpaYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/cNssklSH2t4/s320/CIMG3198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311385141139564930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-3988055510493560209?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3988055510493560209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=3988055510493560209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/3988055510493560209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/3988055510493560209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2009/03/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SbXSgIHlX-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/oms2I-8KeMI/s72-c/DSC_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-7796936429573246858</id><published>2009-02-23T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:01:42.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh, I'm one already...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SaNVL0oNumI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SJtMUoUwEGs/s1600-h/CIMG3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306178447566813794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SaNVL0oNumI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SJtMUoUwEGs/s320/CIMG3090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my niece, the cutest girl in the whole world, turned one this past weekend. I am a bit of a slacker getting a congratuatory message because I left for the Dominican Republic the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have to say this year with a new baby in the house has been so much fun. What a special, beautiful addition to the Partlow clan. Marshall and Lindsay are wonderful parents and although I am sure this year has had its challenges, Morgan turning into one amazing little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday little Morgan! I love you lots! (I realize she doesn't read yet but I thought I would express my sentiments anyway.) Here are some pictures from her first birthday party. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Cake &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SaNbkv38VLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Sai11hTFdZE/s1600-h/CIMG3093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306185472857101490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SaNbkv38VLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Sai11hTFdZE/s320/CIMG3093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post-Cake Clean-Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SaNbk62zrYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oZSo0FlicIo/s1600-h/CIMG3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306185475805130114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SaNbk62zrYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oZSo0FlicIo/s320/CIMG3120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SaNbmEF67bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LnsVpcXQcQE/s1600-h/CIMG3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306185495464308146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SaNbmEF67bI/AAAAAAAAAG0/LnsVpcXQcQE/s320/CIMG3125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-7796936429573246858?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7796936429573246858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=7796936429573246858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7796936429573246858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7796936429573246858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-gosh-im-one-already.html' title='Oh my gosh, I&apos;m one already...'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SaNVL0oNumI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SJtMUoUwEGs/s72-c/CIMG3090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-949662778301451833</id><published>2009-01-27T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:24:52.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah the joys of international travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greetings everyone from Bangladesh! I have been here a few days now and have to say it has been an interesting experience. Currently it is their winter season, this means it is quite cold. Cold is really a relative term because being that I am from Colorado I think 80 degrees is actually quite warm. There is a lot of fog this time of year so it makes air travel in and out of Bangladesh quite difficult. My plane from London was diverted for almost 8 hours due to the fact the pilot couldn't even see the lights of the airport let alone the run way. We were then diverted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kolkata&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Calcutta&lt;/span&gt;) India to wait out the fog. At first this made me nervous since it was 2am when this was decided, but British Airways put us up in a Hyatt (which I am told is one of the nicest hotels in India). The bathroom as you can see is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;marble&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty impressive really. Apparently India has huge natural resources of marble and granite so they are able to have really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; places like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295963224822085858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SX8KfmcNeOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NsYFip7HR0E/s320/CIMG2841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295963222379882466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SX8KfdV8Z-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/iJ-BdBVAfVs/s320/CIMG2838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually I got back to the airport and we made the 20 minute flight into Bangladesh safe and sound. Yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-949662778301451833?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/949662778301451833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=949662778301451833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/949662778301451833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/949662778301451833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-joys-of-international-travel.html' title='Ah the joys of international travel'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SX8KfmcNeOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NsYFip7HR0E/s72-c/CIMG2841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-5714081557775328405</id><published>2009-01-27T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:38:07.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Big Brother!!</title><content type='html'>Wishing you a fantastic year! Sorry I can't be there to wish you in person. Let's celebrate when I get home from Bangladesh. Happy 31! I love you lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295949773702473218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SX7-QpHYpgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bKKOfx1KPrs/s320/CIMG2719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-5714081557775328405?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/5714081557775328405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=5714081557775328405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/5714081557775328405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/5714081557775328405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-big-brother.html' title='Happy Birthday Big Brother!!'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SX7-QpHYpgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bKKOfx1KPrs/s72-c/CIMG2719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-2786806453867782521</id><published>2008-11-05T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:37:25.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Perspective in the Politically Charged Time</title><content type='html'>"Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LORD's&lt;/span&gt; purpose that prevails."&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 19:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that pretty much says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-2786806453867782521?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/2786806453867782521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=2786806453867782521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/2786806453867782521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/2786806453867782521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-perspective-in-politically-charged.html' title='Some Perspective in the Politically Charged Time'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-7987554093228342881</id><published>2008-10-21T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:54:16.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably the Weirdest Thing I Have Ever Done for Work</title><content type='html'>So last week for work we had a team building offsite. I know what you are thinking, because it is what I thought originally. You're thinking work offsite where you sit around and play cheesy ice breaker games and some how learn more about the people you work with. Usually these offsites are really more work than fun because you are all forced to do things no body really likes doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I was pleasantly surprised, or more acurately, totally shocked when I found out what we were actually doing. See below for a few pictures that speak for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259648279282290626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SP4GPkIdj8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/w7I8oPhcNP8/s320/CIV+Offsite+10.14.08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure all of you are thinking to yourself. There is no way Heidi actually did indoor sky diving. She is not an adventurous person. Well that is what I thought myself. Fortunately I have some proof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259649371477203202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SP4HPI4BWQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qZ_AJjCU9Tg/s320/CIV+Offsite+10.14.08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is the practice time with our instructor. This is the position you are supposed to hold while 100 - 120 mph wind holds your body up in the air. Here Derek is telling me that I need to bend my legs more. Oh and you are supposed to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259649381562188034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SP4HPuceAQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fU8ERumqytc/s320/CIMG2805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me right before we went into the locked room. Do you like my Superman colored suit. Pretty sweet, hey? It even has red down the back like a cape. Everyone else was totally jealous. Unfortunately, I don't have pictures of my actual flight since they wouldn't let us take any lose items in (go figure). I do have a sweet video of my flights if anyone wants to see it. If anyone has ever had the random thought to do this, it is totally fun. I give it two thumbs up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-7987554093228342881?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7987554093228342881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=7987554093228342881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7987554093228342881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7987554093228342881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/10/probably-weirdest-thing-i-have-ever.html' title='Probably the Weirdest Thing I Have Ever Done for Work'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SP4GPkIdj8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/w7I8oPhcNP8/s72-c/CIV+Offsite+10.14.08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-986445206078065610</id><published>2008-10-10T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:01:52.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 750 Words of Fame</title><content type='html'>Well I have been published...well not quite. But I was interviewed for the Compassion Blog. I have to say being interviewed make me nervous (I say that like this happens all the time) but I guess some people really wanted to know about Compassion's Complementary Interventions ministry so I got the job of explaining it. I always have a hard time describing what I do so with the help of a professional editor, my friend Amber, we got it down on paper. If you would like to check it out visit Compassion's Blog (&lt;a href="http://blog.compassion.com/"&gt;http://blog.compassion.com/&lt;/a&gt;) for October 10, 2008 or you can check it out &lt;a href="http://blog.compassion.com/meet-heidi/#more-697"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-986445206078065610?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/986445206078065610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=986445206078065610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/986445206078065610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/986445206078065610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-750-words-of-fame.html' title='My 750 Words of Fame'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-6844672172011388134</id><published>2008-06-25T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:41:12.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When God breaks your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SGKnufXg-fI/AAAAAAAAADc/5hHzOOjRxVc/s1600-h/CIMG1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215915735584406002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SGKnufXg-fI/AAAAAAAAADc/5hHzOOjRxVc/s320/CIMG1838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not even sure how to express all the things that I have been feeling this week. Have you ever come into a situation that just breaks your heart and you feel wholly insufficient to even process what is going on. Well that is how I have felt particularly this week. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week at work I have been reviewing and analyzing all the proposals we have received for the Global Food Crisis. In case any of you don't know the prices of food worldwide have escalted due to all kinds of factors, increase in the price of gas, lack of production, bans of exports into other countries, the list goes on. The main jest of it is people are not able to afford the food they used to eat. In Bangladesh I have heard reports that the cost of rice has gone up 90% this year. So many of our children (Compassion kids) are getting a bit of food because of their involvement with Compassion but their families are starving at home. Parents are pulling their children from school because they need them to work to support the family or can no longer afford the cost. Other parents are selling off their children because they can't feed them and they just don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole situation has weighed on me for awhile now. Friends, as I was reviewing these proposals for millions of dollars it became painfully obvious that we were not going to be able to provide for all these children. Compassion is working hard to find a the funds we need but as you can imagine the need far outweighs the funds. As I read the stories of these families who have nothing my heart broke for these people. I realized how preoccupied I get with not having the things I want when there are people who are literally starving to death. It brought me to tears and still does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Compassion staff worldwide are participating in a day of prayer and fasting. It is honestly the easiest fast I have ever done. Not because I don't feel the hunger pains. Its just that when I do, I think of the families that live their lives with empty bellies and I think to myself, don't complain just pray. I have the faces of those children and those families in my mind and I pray that God, who knows all their names, is comforting them in their time of need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Compassion does need the money right now, I don't want to ask you all for money (If you want to send some I won't object). I just want to make you all aware of the painful reality I have been discovering the past few days. This stuff is not in American media very often so much suffering goes unnoticed. My purpose in this post is to share my heart and ask for your prayers for these precious children. If you want to know more, well just ask me. If you want to check out Compassion, please do. &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;www.compassion.com&lt;/a&gt;. It is amazing the things God will teach you if you just take the time to listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above picture is me in Peru with my sponsor child Anabel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-6844672172011388134?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6844672172011388134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=6844672172011388134' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/6844672172011388134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/6844672172011388134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-god-breaks-your-heart.html' title='When God breaks your heart'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SGKnufXg-fI/AAAAAAAAADc/5hHzOOjRxVc/s72-c/CIMG1838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-4821372535313422860</id><published>2008-04-13T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:16:57.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't this what it's all about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SALakFSzaDI/AAAAAAAAADU/acC3U8HX_0I/s1600-h/CIMG2299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188950034115422258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SALakFSzaDI/AAAAAAAAADU/acC3U8HX_0I/s320/CIMG2299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is a good reminder for me of why I do my job. To watch children all over the world discover Jesus, worship and pray in their own language brings joy to my heart. Looking at the faces helps you realize why these little ones are at the heart of God. Praise God for these little ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-4821372535313422860?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4821372535313422860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=4821372535313422860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/4821372535313422860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/4821372535313422860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/04/isnt-this-what-its-all-about.html' title='Isn&apos;t this what it&apos;s all about?'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SALakFSzaDI/AAAAAAAAADU/acC3U8HX_0I/s72-c/CIMG2299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-6982007853449324444</id><published>2008-04-10T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:11:09.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is Manado, Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SALYYFSzaCI/AAAAAAAAADM/UiGtXXkXWf8/s1600-h/CIMG2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188947628933736482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SALYYFSzaCI/AAAAAAAAADM/UiGtXXkXWf8/s320/CIMG2340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SALXGlSzaBI/AAAAAAAAADE/dBbJljMEu0s/s1600-h/CIMG2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188946228774397970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SALXGlSzaBI/AAAAAAAAADE/dBbJljMEu0s/s320/CIMG2322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are curious about what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mando&lt;/span&gt; looks like, it is beautiful! The first picture is sunrise from my hotel room and the second is overlooking the city .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very tropical place, very lush and green. The heat here is quite a nice change, but the humidity is a shock, to my hair mostly. It is a very famous place for scuba divers apparently. It kills me that I forgot my diver certification card. If only... Oh well I was able to go snorkeling which was really beautiful. The people are so friendly and nice. They seem to speak quite a bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; too, which is surprising. Apparently their language is based of the Dutch language due to their occupation here. Many of the older generations actually are fluent. So interesting fact of the day. Here's some more info in case you are interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dutch began to colonize Indonesia in the early 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century; the islands were occupied by Japan from 1942 to 1945. Indonesia declared its independence after Japan's surrender, but it required four years of intermittent negotiations, recurring hostilities, and UN mediation before the Netherlands agreed to relinquish its colony. Indonesia is the world's largest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;archipelagic (a large group or chain of islands)&lt;/span&gt; state and home to the world's largest Muslim population. Current issues include: alleviating poverty, preventing terrorism, consolidating democracy after four decades of authoritarianism, implementing financial sector reforms, stemming corruption, holding the military and police accountable for human rights violations, and controlling avian influenza. In 2005, Indonesia reached a historic peace agreement with armed separatists in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aceh&lt;/span&gt;, which led to democratic elections in December 2006. Indonesia continues to face a low intensity separatist movement in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Papua&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; - The CIA World &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Factbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little known trivia...&lt;br /&gt;**Indonesia has more than 300 ethnic groups and languages. However, most Indonesians converse in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bahasa&lt;/span&gt; Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Indonesia is the native home of the largest lizard in the world, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;komodo&lt;/span&gt; dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The largest flower in the world, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rafflesia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Arnoldi&lt;/span&gt;, is native to Indonesia. The flower was named from Sir Stamford Raffles. Even though it is huge, it doesn't smell nice like roses or jasmine flowers, for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rafflesia&lt;/span&gt; is an insect-eating flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Indonesia consists of more than 13,000 islands, making it the largest archipelago in the world. However, most of the islands are uninhabited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Balinese have four basic names for their children, namely, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Putu&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wayan&lt;/span&gt;, Made, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Nyoman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ketut&lt;/span&gt;. If a Balinese has the fifth child, it will be named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Putu&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Wayan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Indonesia has more volcanoes than any other country in the world - there are 167 of the 850 active volcanoes known in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-6982007853449324444?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/6982007853449324444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=6982007853449324444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/6982007853449324444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/6982007853449324444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-this-is-manado-indonesia.html' title='So this is Manado, Indonesia'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SALYYFSzaCI/AAAAAAAAADM/UiGtXXkXWf8/s72-c/CIMG2340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-1510517052025173777</id><published>2008-04-10T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:20:30.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6gsFYLwzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5qazgYddYj8/s1600-h/CIMG2361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187760499995689778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6gsFYLwzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5qazgYddYj8/s200/CIMG2361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6gHlYLwyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PdUrTTOxGfk/s1600-h/CIMG2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187759872930464546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6gHlYLwyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PdUrTTOxGfk/s200/CIMG2354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Indonesians are very proud of their food. Some of it is good, some of it I have avoided like the plague. They are very proud of the fact that they eat bats, cats, rats, mice, and dogs. I have had fish for almost every meal and chicken when possible. The picture above is what I COULD have had for dinner. It is called a Coconut Crab apparently. It is an endangered species so I can't figure out how they can sell it for eating. Apparently these things live in coconut trees. I am supposed to go snorkeling on Saturday and I am now terrified to walk under trees. This thing's body is about as big as my head, not including the legs. Yikes! Tonight I am really hoping we have dinner on our own so I can go down to the Pizza Hut! I would give anything for a pizza or pasta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-1510517052025173777?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/1510517052025173777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=1510517052025173777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/1510517052025173777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/1510517052025173777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/04/indonesia-food.html' title='Indonesia Food'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6gsFYLwzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5qazgYddYj8/s72-c/CIMG2361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-7908296406490902221</id><published>2008-04-10T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:46:50.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore and the Transit Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6YVFYLwxI/AAAAAAAAACs/BOiAjL8sbXE/s1600-h/CIMG2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187751308765676306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6YVFYLwxI/AAAAAAAAACs/BOiAjL8sbXE/s200/CIMG2256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so if LA is now my least favorite airport, Singapore is my new favorite. It is so spacious and open. There are so many windows and plants and comfy chairs. It is really a very peaceful airport. My favorite feature is the Transit Hotel. This is a hotel, within security, for travelers to stay in. I had a 11 hour layover in Singapore on my way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Manado&lt;/span&gt; and let me tell you this room was a totally blessing. Just to have a quiet place to lay down was nice, but a hot shower and dark room was amazing. After my 18 1/2 hour flight from LA this was a welcome refuge. I don't understand why more airports don't build these places in. I am a fan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-7908296406490902221?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7908296406490902221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=7908296406490902221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7908296406490902221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7908296406490902221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/04/singapore-and-transit-hotel.html' title='Singapore and the Transit Hotel'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6YVFYLwxI/AAAAAAAAACs/BOiAjL8sbXE/s72-c/CIMG2256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-7627760657984773916</id><published>2008-04-10T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:41:21.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this look like a $14 lunch to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6WXlYLwwI/AAAAAAAAACk/UI0zPXXIwe0/s1600-h/CIMG2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187749152692093698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6WXlYLwwI/AAAAAAAAACk/UI0zPXXIwe0/s200/CIMG2254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good grief $14 for this? So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I fly internationally I switch back and forth as to which US international airport I hate the most. This trip, since I was going through LA this time, LAX takes the cake. There are so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt; things like the fact they don't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SKYTrain&lt;/span&gt; or anything so you have to go out of security to change buildings and re-enter security in the new building. This is really obnoxious due to the sheer number of people that go through LA. Don't even get me started on the immigration lines either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my favorite thing is that they don't have any food places except a little kiosk that sells this stuff within security in the entire International terminal. How crazy is that? Do they think international travelers don't get hungry. Anyway, I got this lunch and it was pretty decent. Too bad $14 dollars of Compassion's money went to the lunch though. What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-7627760657984773916?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7627760657984773916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=7627760657984773916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7627760657984773916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7627760657984773916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/04/does-this-look-like-14-lunch-to-you.html' title='Does this look like a $14 lunch to you?'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R_6WXlYLwwI/AAAAAAAAACk/UI0zPXXIwe0/s72-c/CIMG2254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-3532827756238825167</id><published>2008-02-21T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:45:57.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The coolest thing happened today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R76KZQ3ULqI/AAAAAAAAACc/UYhqP4L0Zi4/s1600-h/CIMG2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R76KZQ3ULqI/AAAAAAAAACc/UYhqP4L0Zi4/s320/CIMG2227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169721588896247458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after only 34 hours in the hospital, little Morgan Elizabeth Partlow made her entrance into the world. I am so pumped to be an aunt but something even cooler happened today. I got to experience today the joy of seeing the light in my big brother's eyes as he became a first-time dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an amazing thing to grow up with this imaginative little boy who made playing G.I.Joes in the gutters of West Texas or turning our bunk beds into a fort complete with a fireman's pole, such an exciting adventure. Life goes by until one day I find myself standing in his wedding, watching as this boy becomes a man and a husband by marrying his very best friend. Before you know it its 7+ years later and I get to see this same man become a father in front of my very eyes, now with a beautiful daughter of his very own.  She is so small but she already has her daddy's spunk and lungs. She put up a fight to come into this world, I think only because Lindsay had kept her so safe and comfortable inside. But she's here now weighing in at 6lbs 6ozs and 18 1/2 inches long. She was born via c-section around 10:45pm on February 21st, 2008. Officially she is 3 weeks early but you wouldn't know to look at her. Great job Lindsay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please join me in praising God for this wonderful blessing to the Partlow family and congratulating the happy (and exhausted) new parents. Here's to you big brother and sister. I am so excited for you. Don't forget to call me to baby sit. I have much spoiling to do. I love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Aunt Heidi (has a nice ring to if I do say so myself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way I am sure they will have lots more pictures of Morgan on their blog as soon as they get a free moment. http://partlows.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-3532827756238825167?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/3532827756238825167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=3532827756238825167' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/3532827756238825167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/3532827756238825167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/02/coolest-thing-happened-today.html' title='The coolest thing happened today'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R76KZQ3ULqI/AAAAAAAAACc/UYhqP4L0Zi4/s72-c/CIMG2227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-7088551541637765154</id><published>2008-02-21T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T19:54:12.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be an aunt...but not quite yet</title><content type='html'>So for all of you keeping up on the progress of my sister-in-law Lindsay, she is doing well but no baby yet. Lindsay is a trooper with the pain but has been laboring all day and isn't moving nearly as fast as they would like, or as I would like really. The baby's heartbeat is strong and doing well. Big Papa Marshall is holding strong too. Everyone please keep praying for them. I hope to post a picture of my beautiful niece soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-7088551541637765154?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7088551541637765154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=7088551541637765154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7088551541637765154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7088551541637765154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-gonna-be-auntbut-not-quite-yet.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be an aunt...but not quite yet'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-4798444250482761997</id><published>2008-02-01T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:06:20.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong's Special Cuisine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R6qDqdRH9pI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Jp7MjD42S4U/s1600-h/me+and+the+chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164084688167892626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R6qDqdRH9pI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Jp7MjD42S4U/s200/me+and+the+chicken.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R6qDS9RH9oI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ob03kn05cjk/s1600-h/chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164084284440966786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R6qDS9RH9oI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Ob03kn05cjk/s320/chicken.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was served for our lunch two days ago. Pretty exciting. Dan, a guy I work with is like, why do people insist on shaping food to look like the animal is started out as. It is easier to eat if you can’t tell what it used to be. I have to say I agree with this one. Some things, although they don’t taste too bad, to mental image is really hard to get past. For lunch today we had jellyfish and octopus. When I say we, I mean everyone else. I didn’t eat this. I just couldn’t. Apparently it tasted pretty ok, but the look and taste was quite difficult to work out in your head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, just to clarify, Hong Kongers (yes that’s what they are called) don’t eat the head. Apparently you can eat the comb but no one really does that. They are bigger on the chicken feet instead. I asked Amy, who is from Hong Kong, if she likes chicken feet and she said not in this sauce (pictured below) but she does in a different sauce. I say, are you kidding me, the sauce makes the difference while chewing on chicken legs and toes. In case any of you are wondering, you don't actually eat the bones. Really you just chew off the skin. As a side note, I have noticed I have used the word "chewy" to best describe some of the things we have had "opportunity" to eat. Use you imagination on that one. Bon Apatite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-4798444250482761997?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/4798444250482761997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=4798444250482761997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/4798444250482761997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/4798444250482761997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/02/hong-kongs-special-cuisine.html' title='Hong Kong&apos;s Special Cuisine'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/R6qDqdRH9pI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Jp7MjD42S4U/s72-c/me+and+the+chicken.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825218491397469365.post-7287541867684415549</id><published>2008-01-26T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:27:12.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Through My Window - The Story Behind the Name</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone - well I am finally getting my own blog. I thought this day would never come as I was waiting to have a free minute to get it started. Well now I am in Hong Kong with nothing but time. Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have started this blog especially to be able to let you all know how I am doing on my travels abroad. As most of you know I work for Compassion International which is a Christian child development organization helping children in poverty all over the world. It is an awesome organization so if you haven't heard of it check out the link on this page. I am privileged enough to be able to travel for Compassion with my job. As I mentioned I am currently in Hong Kong for a training of our Asia staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's with the name? Well the places I travel are generally not ones you can just walk around anywhere you want. Additionally there are many times that the only way you are seeing the country is when you are inside some mode of transportation that almost always have windows. These two things being the case, most of my pictures are taken through a window pane. I have gotten to see many very cool things but there is this pane of glass between me and the world. So I thought, if I ever wanted to make a coffee table book, I would call it The World Through My Window. Since that is probably not going to happen I thought a blog would be the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it in a nut shell. I hope you all enjoy my blog. I will be posting some of my older trip pictures a little later (aka when I get home where they all are) so you can see some of the things I have, through a window of course. I hope to post a few things about Hong Kong and Colombia (where I will be on Saturday) so you can see these two cool cities and meet some great people. Until then, thanks for visiting and come back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825218491397469365-7287541867684415549?l=hlpartlow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/feeds/7287541867684415549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825218491397469365&amp;postID=7287541867684415549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7287541867684415549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825218491397469365/posts/default/7287541867684415549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hlpartlow.blogspot.com/2008/01/world-through-my-windown-story-behind.html' title='The World Through My Window - The Story Behind the Name'/><author><name>Heidi Partlow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06891052091852459221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kLhi8BddVGc/SMgLxf-bGPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vpts-U4gwdU/S220/CIMG1866.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
