<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205</id><updated>2009-12-09T10:05:33.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thimble Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>386</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-1761273671646880942</id><published>2009-12-08T20:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:06:09.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts from Scripture'/><title type='text'>To Set The Record Straight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You always know when someone leaves the church that there may or may not be gossip and lies spread about your Pastor or your church. It really all depends on the spirit in which they leave. With some people it is not a surprise and with others it is very much a surprise. I suppose the ones that take me most by surprise are the ones I trusted. They are usually the ones that leave because, although they have seen and felt the Holy Spirit move in them and in the services, they can not get past certain opinions they have that the church does not agree upon. Although there may be nothing wrong with their opinion on the matters at hand, they are, after all, still opinion. Not Biblical dogma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is a little Biblical dogma to chew on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leviticus 19:16 "Thou shalt not go up and down as a talebearer among thy people.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ephesians 4:29 "Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Timothy 5:13 "And withal they learn to be idle, wandering about from house to house; and not only idle, but tattlers also and busybodies, speaking things which they ought not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;James 4:11 "Speak not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil of his brother, and judgeth his brother, speaketh evil of the law, and judgeth the law: but if thou judge the law, thou art not a doer of the law, but a judge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to set the record straight, I think it's time to blow the whistle on a couple of wolves. My Pastor has never said he did not want bus kids in the services at our church. As a matter of fact, we have a couple of them that do come on Sundays and are picked up by our regular Saturday bus workers. However, we have bus ministry on Saturday mornings and therefore, our sister churches are more than welcome to pick up these precious children on Sunday. If you think about it, it's actually a great idea. The children are exposed to the Lord all weekend! There is nothing out of order having bus children in the church house during worship service. However, the vast majority of these children have never entered a church house, much less know how to behave. Our Super Church is not only presenting the gospel of Jesus Christ to these bus children, but they are teaching the children how to respect God's Word and the church house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who are spreading these half/truths...LIES..., how can you HONESTLY believe that God will bless any work you do at your new church when your tongue is so long in gossip about my church and my Pastor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those at these sister churches that have heard these lies, be careful what you listen to. True colors will bleed through within a couple of years, and these people will, once again, be on their way to another church, spreading untruths about your church and your Pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Galatians 6:7 "Be not deceived, God is not mocked. For whatsoever a man soweth, THAT shall he also reap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-1761273671646880942?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/1761273671646880942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=1761273671646880942&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/1761273671646880942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/1761273671646880942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-set-record-straight.html' title='To Set The Record Straight'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-3871579336996071711</id><published>2009-12-08T18:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:02:29.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hannah has spent the last couple of days with her grandparents, Justin has been busy with school and working, and Bruce has been working some over time. So it's pretty much been Harrison and me. I've been doing some Christmas baking and he's been helping. You know...with licking the bowl and tasting the goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a batch of Mounds Bar Brownies yesterday and made the dough for my cinnamon pinwheels. Which were cut and baked this morning. It was a new recipe and they turned out nice. Tasty too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx7mQSvrXOI/AAAAAAAAFDg/8w0QNNc8shk/s1600-h/Christmas+goodies+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413016969730022626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx7mQSvrXOI/AAAAAAAAFDg/8w0QNNc8shk/s320/Christmas+goodies+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling better from being sick, but I've been a little light headed and tired. I think I have some fluid between my ears. And, although I'm feeling better, I start coughing at night. Harrison does too. Why is it that it always like that at night?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suppose to attend a dinner tonight for the Nursery M0thers at church, but was a little relieved when Mrs. Janet called to say it was cancelled.  We would be on our way to dinner right now and I have absolutely NO energy.  It will be rescheduled for a later date.  Maybe even until after the first of next year.  The Lord knows and blesses, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruce's birthday is Thursday.  I've invited his mom and my parents over for supper.  He wanted BBQ ribs and fixin's.  One side he specifically requested was Broccoli and Rice Casserole.  I haven't made that in a while.  It's one of his favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to clean the kitchen from supper and then I think I'll go on to bed.  Early, I know, but like I said, I am tired!  &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;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/8876110910930611205-3871579336996071711?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/3871579336996071711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=3871579336996071711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/3871579336996071711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/3871579336996071711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/12/hannah-has-spent-last-couple-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx7mQSvrXOI/AAAAAAAAFDg/8w0QNNc8shk/s72-c/Christmas+goodies+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-1590930449799779153</id><published>2009-12-07T11:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:51:15.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin and Kelsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce and Kristi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Friday night is our usual date night.  This week, we took Justin and Kelsey with us.  Bruce let them pick where we would eat.  Justin wanted Love's Fish Box so we went there.  When we got there they had this Christmas tree in front of the window.  It was decorated in a fish theme, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0wEOGAE3I/AAAAAAAAFDY/PPTNvcY-Rw8/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412535176230081394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0wEOGAE3I/AAAAAAAAFDY/PPTNvcY-Rw8/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ran into Wanda and her husband.  We'll see them in one of two places.  The dentist office, where Wanda is the receptionist, or somewhere about town at a restaurant.  LOL  Whey they finished their supper, they sat with us and talked for a good thirty minutes or so.  It was so nice!  I enjoyed it.  They are just the nicest people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0vs22_k-I/AAAAAAAAFDQ/pVwqvL5t3U8/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412534774856127458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0vs22_k-I/AAAAAAAAFDQ/pVwqvL5t3U8/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce and me   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0vsomlugI/AAAAAAAAFDI/-PowMDkKd7A/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412534771029228034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0vsomlugI/AAAAAAAAFDI/-PowMDkKd7A/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and Kelsey (Bruce insisted we take pictures in front of the fish tree.)  OK, he didn't have to insist.  But he did suggest it.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0vsYe-2iI/AAAAAAAAFDA/jZYHewUaGmM/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412534766702352930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0vsYe-2iI/AAAAAAAAFDA/jZYHewUaGmM/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left Love's, we drove through the lights on Margrace.  This is one house, by the way.  He has a circle driveway around his house and you just drive through.  He has lights everywhere!!  Every year he adds something new.  It's really something.  Here are just a FEW pictures of his lights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0vr2jg8II/AAAAAAAAFC4/Q0ht18SAfyk/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412534757594558594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0vr2jg8II/AAAAAAAAFC4/Q0ht18SAfyk/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0vrtFSnPI/AAAAAAAAFCw/NDfdQxAdYoU/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412534755051871474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0vrtFSnPI/AAAAAAAAFCw/NDfdQxAdYoU/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0uluKcvRI/AAAAAAAAFCo/goi-d9FxhJc/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412533552751099154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0uluKcvRI/AAAAAAAAFCo/goi-d9FxhJc/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0ulRPjlQI/AAAAAAAAFCg/gGoVnKvSGQs/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412533544987890946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0ulRPjlQI/AAAAAAAAFCg/gGoVnKvSGQs/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0ulBbKyEI/AAAAAAAAFCY/iW-j2GR0pIc/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412533540741630018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0ulBbKyEI/AAAAAAAAFCY/iW-j2GR0pIc/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0ukvKNigI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/YY6d3DBKV4E/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412533535838669314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0ukvKNigI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/YY6d3DBKV4E/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0ukUzehCI/AAAAAAAAFCI/8mqJu3FZOqE/s1600-h/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412533528763991074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0ukUzehCI/AAAAAAAAFCI/8mqJu3FZOqE/s320/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home we decided to watch a Christmas movie.  Kelsey had never seen The Snowman so we watched that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a nice evening and we had a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-1590930449799779153?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/1590930449799779153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=1590930449799779153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/1590930449799779153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/1590930449799779153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/12/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sx0wEOGAE3I/AAAAAAAAFDY/PPTNvcY-Rw8/s72-c/Love%27s+Fish+Box+and+Margrace+Lights+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-3430356102782810239</id><published>2009-12-05T20:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:54:03.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts from Scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristi'/><title type='text'>My iPod Spoke To Me....TWICE!</title><content type='html'>A week or so before Thanksgiving, we were on our way to church when I reached down to turn my iPod on.  It would not come on.  I was really upset because I had just put a full charge on it the day before.  Bruce thought maybe I had accidentally left it on and it ran down.  But I knew that wasn't right because I had it set on one album of just a few songs.  When the album is finished it automatically cuts off.  All I knew is that it wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from church I took it in and plugged it up to the computer, thinking maybe it needed to be reformatted or something.  I left it plugged up all afternoon.  Nothing!  Before we left for church that night, I placed it on the charger and left it there for a few hours.  Again, NOTHING!  When we got home from church, I plugged it back up to the computer and let it sit overnight.  Come morning, NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the charger again, then back to the computer, then back to the charger.  The last time I put it on the charger nothing happened.  I was so sad.  I absolutely LOVE my iPod.  There is so much good music on there!!  I was totally bummed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised my hands in the air and said, "Lord, you know I love my iPod.  If it's going to work, you're going to have to be the one to do it."  Right then, as it sat in its charger, the light came on and there, on the screen, was the prettiest apple I had ever seen.  I was thrilled!  It completely charged and I've been listening to it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few days I have had some things on my mind and feeling a little blue.  I was up with Harrison most of the night last night and being sick myself, having a rough morning, I became a little emotional.  Cried a bit....had a good little pity-party.  Then it was time to take Justin to work.  Still teary-eyed, I grabbed my iPod from the charger.  When I pulled it off, the light came on to the song that was ready to play, &lt;em&gt;Did You Pray&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to cry again because, no, I did not pray.  So I just stopped right there and prayed, taking my burdens and handing them over to Christ.  And you know what?  He took them.  I felt lighter the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Him.  He never ceases to amaze me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Peter 5:7 "Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-3430356102782810239?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/3430356102782810239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=3430356102782810239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/3430356102782810239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/3430356102782810239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-ipod-spoke-to-metwice.html' title='My iPod Spoke To Me....TWICE!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-5754535672428173758</id><published>2009-12-03T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:43:56.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Lovely Surprise</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling a little blue.  Being sick will do that to a person.  And having something on your mind doesn't make it better.  What's on my mind isn't anything to worry about, just something that made me blue. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my friend came by today and had something that brightened my mood.  I haven't stopped looking at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sxh1kEqEeRI/AAAAAAAAFCA/l03VmP8yjqA/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411204214871587090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sxh1kEqEeRI/AAAAAAAAFCA/l03VmP8yjqA/s320/Christmas+2009+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She brought me this beautiful lighted Nativity charger.  It's about two feet in diameter.  So it's pretty big.  When she got out of her van with the box I couldn't imagine what in the world she had in there.  It was such a lovely surprise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, my friend!!  I will cherish this for a long, long time!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-5754535672428173758?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/5754535672428173758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=5754535672428173758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/5754535672428173758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/5754535672428173758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/12/lovely-surprise.html' title='Lovely Surprise'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sxh1kEqEeRI/AAAAAAAAFCA/l03VmP8yjqA/s72-c/Christmas+2009+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-4548767977910757985</id><published>2009-12-01T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:48:33.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2009'/><title type='text'>Tree Is Up and Pretties are Out</title><content type='html'>I started getting sick this past weekend.  I spent half the day Saturday and the entire day Sunday in bed.  Monday was the same, with the exception of time we spent doing school work.  Today we did our school work, I ran some errands with the kids, did a little shopping with them and picked up some lights for the tree.  By the time we got home I was feeling like I probably should have skipped the shopping part and stayed focused on the most important errands.  After resting a bit, I put the lights on the tree and Hannah and Harry started decorating.  Bruce hung the icicle lights outside, and I put out my nativities.  Although today has been a very busy day and I am very tired (!!), I am relaxing on the couch in the dark with the glow of lights from the tree and candles.  It is quiet, the tree is rotating, and each ornament I see brings a sweet memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my rotator.  It's fun to watch.  We got it from my brother-in-law, Barry,  years ago.  I'll admit that when Bruce brought it home I was skeptical.  But when he placed the tree in it and it started rotating, I fell in love with it.  ~~Thanks, Barry~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take some medicine for my cold, some Vc, and Tylenol.  Then I will go lay in my bed, where my favorite, brown, micro fiber blanket is and lay my head on my soft feather pillows.  My very sweet hubby thought of me before he left for work and plugged in the vaporizer for me so that when I did finally go to bed, it would already have been running for me.  Isn't he sweet?  I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=354265&amp;amp;id=528080509&amp;amp;l=fbdec78e5c"&gt;Click here for some pictures from today.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-4548767977910757985?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/4548767977910757985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=4548767977910757985&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/4548767977910757985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/4548767977910757985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/12/tree-is-up-and-pretties-are-out.html' title='Tree Is Up and Pretties are Out'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-6617425645441915940</id><published>2009-11-26T01:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:00:26.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We had a GREAT praise service tonight and didn't get out until around 10:00. The Robbie Mullinax family showed up and they were such a blessing! I have some videos and when I get around to downloading them I'll share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm killing time right now, here at 1:50 in the morning. My cheesecake is in the setting process now. I'll pull it out of the oven in about 15 more minutes and let it cool completely on the table. Tomorrow morning I'll get up and mix my crock pot mac and cheese mixture and carry it to my mother in laws to cook before heading to my parent's home for milkshakes. By the time we make it back to my mother in law's it will be finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I had a good nap today. Looks like it's going to be a short night of sleep. LOL But I'm thankful that we'll be able to spend the day with our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you ALL a Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/KristiLynnM/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thbl210.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g283/KristiLynnM/thbl210.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-6617425645441915940?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/6617425645441915940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=6617425645441915940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/6617425645441915940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/6617425645441915940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-1493949505738502826</id><published>2009-11-25T08:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:38:47.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><title type='text'>A Little Pet Peeve on Driving</title><content type='html'>So I'm on my way to the store this morning and I needed to turn left across the highway.  A truck facing the opposite direction also needed to turn left, which meant crossing over each other.  We're both at the median and I zipped up to where I was suppose to be, right there where his lane stops and he should have pulled up where my lane stops.  In other words, as we both crossed intersections, we would be pulling behind the other one.  Not facing each other as we turned.  Do you get it?  This is simple driving deduction.  The first rule of the road is always stay to the right.  If you're having to turn to left, you pull all the way up to do that.  Mainly, because if you don't, how will you and the other driver see around each other.  It makes it very difficult.  This really gets under my skin.  Especially since I'm in a smaller car and taller vehicles most definitely make it difficult for me to see around them when they don't follow the rules of the road.  You would be surprised how many people do NOT understand this simple driving rule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pet peeve while driving are people that drive in the passing lane.  Listen closely.  The right lane is the driving lane.  The left lane is the passing lane.  When you drive the speed limit, or worse, five miles under the speed limit in the left lane, you're setting yourself up for someone's road rage.  Trust me.  It will probably be mine.  Again, this would fall under the &lt;em&gt;stay to the right&lt;/em&gt; rule of the road.  Simple, simple...so you'd think.  Now, when my husband reads this he'll be looking at me like I'm crazy because this is HIS biggest pet peeve, even over and above it being mine.  I'll admit that I tend to stay in the left lane a little longer than I should, but I do get back over to the right when I have the all clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  Wow, I feel better getting that off my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of Bruce holding the cheesecake I made yesterday.  It turned out so good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sw0vLnrh-sI/AAAAAAAAFB0/4-SQyLcdWa8/s1600/Thanksgiving+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408030604218464962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sw0vLnrh-sI/AAAAAAAAFB0/4-SQyLcdWa8/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-1493949505738502826?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/1493949505738502826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=1493949505738502826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/1493949505738502826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/1493949505738502826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-pet-peeve-on-driving.html' title='A Little Pet Peeve on Driving'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Sw0vLnrh-sI/AAAAAAAAFB0/4-SQyLcdWa8/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-509402316052196569</id><published>2009-11-24T07:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:07:30.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Early Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We are very blessed to have our family living here just a few minutes from us in each direction. All, except of course, Mitch and Angie, who are currently living in another state while he is serving in the military. We miss them around the holidays and wish they were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mitch and Angie,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;If y'all read this, we love you guys and hope to see you soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having family close by has its rewards, no doubt! After our Wednesday Night Praise service, the children will go home with their grandparents and then Bruce and I will go over Thursday morning for a traditional breakfast feast of milkshakes! That's right...milkshakes! The milkshakes will cover your three basic flavors, but also branch out into creativity. Which is always fun. Daddy will make the mess of making the milkshakes, while mom pretends to be upset because we're in her way in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After milkshakes and a few Ooooos and Ahhhhs of the Thanksgiving parades on TV, we will gather up our little belongings and head over to Bruce's mother's house for Thanksgiving dinner where a veritable feast will ensue of Turkey, dressing, and all the trimmings. Followed by the rubbing of tummies and regrets of having that last portion of dressing and potato salad. However, the regrets will not stop us from just a sliver of pie or a pinch of special brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we do spend a wonderful Thanksgiving Day with family, I have always tried to have a Thanksgiving dinner here at our house for my family, with just us five, making memories and traditions. I know that when my children are grown, there is a possibility that they will scatter to the four winds. Or in this case, three winds. :D So doing things like this is important to me. It doesn't matter that it's not on the actual day. Just so long as we have the time together. For all too soon, they will be gone, living their own lives, with their own families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, our Thanksgiving Day is today.  My cheesecake is in the oven. We'll not discuss the cheesecake. Judging from what I see through the oven window, and the fact that there is thirty-one minutes left on the timer, we may not be eating it. LOL &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ETS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cheesecake came out lovely. It is nice and firm and looks like it will be delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is in the fridge. I'm getting ready to pull him out and dress him before popping him into the oven. He's so big I'm figuring on him cooking for quite some time. We'll have rice, green beans, dressing and gravy, corn, crock pot mac and cheese, potato salad, deviled eggs, rolls, and mom's punch. I don't know about you, but I'm already hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce had to work first shift this week and Justin is taking tonight from school. So we'll all be home this evening. I'm looking forward to this. With our busy schedules (especially Bruce's and Justin's) it will be nice to all be home together and enjoy the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I Chronicles 16:34 "O give thanks unto the Lord; for He is good; for His&lt;br /&gt;mercy endureth forever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-509402316052196569?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/509402316052196569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=509402316052196569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/509402316052196569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/509402316052196569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/early-thanksgiving.html' title='Early Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-1428728158724814768</id><published>2009-11-22T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:43:44.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church pics'/><title type='text'>Sunday Happenings</title><content type='html'>Hannah spent the night with Kelsey last night so it was just me and my guys on the way to church this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what he's thinking here, but doesn't he look mischievous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Swn0AdpG_XI/AAAAAAAAFBs/BKEU-_3W2zU/s1600/Family+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407121116429221234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Swn0AdpG_XI/AAAAAAAAFBs/BKEU-_3W2zU/s320/Family+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry-boy...every time I say his name like that, I think of Veggie Tales. I guess because of Larry Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Swn0ACNQMvI/AAAAAAAAFBk/kR1Mfr34vI0/s1600/Family+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407121109064626930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Swn0ACNQMvI/AAAAAAAAFBk/kR1Mfr34vI0/s320/Family+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin was wearing his suave smile this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Swnzspfop2I/AAAAAAAAFBc/j62EeBIPWIw/s1600/Family+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407120776013326178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Swnzspfop2I/AAAAAAAAFBc/j62EeBIPWIw/s320/Family+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Christopher. Christopher is a very special young man at our church and we love him so much! He will be having surgery next Monday to replace his pacemaker. Please put him on your prayer list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SwnzsQBprgI/AAAAAAAAFBU/ai2JCGUoDGQ/s1600/Church+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407120769176677890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SwnzsQBprgI/AAAAAAAAFBU/ai2JCGUoDGQ/s320/Church+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was GREAT seeing Tyler at church today. We've missed seeing him each week. He is currently a cadet at the Citadel. We're proud of him. Look at Crystal. She's obviously proud of him too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SwnzsAHziEI/AAAAAAAAFBM/CPTbOeIRPkg/s1600/Church+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407120764907522114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SwnzsAHziEI/AAAAAAAAFBM/CPTbOeIRPkg/s320/Church+074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is babygirl and her mama, our associate pastor's wife. I can't really go into detail, but they need prayer also. Babygirl is also very special to our church!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Swnzr05I6NI/AAAAAAAAFBE/RR585ZKUcjU/s1600/Church+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407120761893218514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Swnzr05I6NI/AAAAAAAAFBE/RR585ZKUcjU/s320/Church+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-1428728158724814768?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/1428728158724814768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=1428728158724814768&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/1428728158724814768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/1428728158724814768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday-happenings.html' title='Sunday Happenings'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Swn0AdpG_XI/AAAAAAAAFBs/BKEU-_3W2zU/s72-c/Family+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-705923045424958540</id><published>2009-11-21T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T00:02:33.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce and Kristi'/><title type='text'>Hiding and Milkshakes</title><content type='html'>Harrison has a touch of asthma and sometimes has a night of bad coughing.  When he does have a bad night he'll move into the living room.  It's usually cooler in the living room and that seems to help him, I think.  Anyway, when I came through Friday morning, this is what I found.  He was sound asleep and covered completely.  At first I thought it was just his blanket and figured he had been in there but went back to bed, leaving his blanket and John Deere pillow on the couch.  But nope.  He was there.  I saw his feet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SwjCjbHlpeI/AAAAAAAAFA0/lIrxyf2pdPE/s1600/Family+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406785266489075170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SwjCjbHlpeI/AAAAAAAAFA0/lIrxyf2pdPE/s320/Family+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Fatz Friday night and then went to Chick fil A for a milkshake.  Bruce had the strawberry and I had the peppermint Chocolate Chip.  YUM!  Just another reason to love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SwjCi6CdmjI/AAAAAAAAFAs/klfSA2uz3ss/s1600/Family+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406785257609206322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SwjCi6CdmjI/AAAAAAAAFAs/klfSA2uz3ss/s320/Family+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-705923045424958540?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/705923045424958540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=705923045424958540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/705923045424958540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/705923045424958540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/hiding-and-milkshakes.html' title='Hiding and Milkshakes'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SwjCjbHlpeI/AAAAAAAAFA0/lIrxyf2pdPE/s72-c/Family+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-7206591117861231681</id><published>2009-11-20T01:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:48:43.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce and Kristi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Yes, I Really Did Burp</title><content type='html'>OK, so I left this out of the previous post, but here it is 1:30 in the morning and I'm laying in bed laughing hysterically and had to come back to share this story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I do not allow the passing of gas in any way, shape, or form in my presence.  It is not something I overlook in my children's behavior, this most definitely includes burping.  Oh, I think that is one of the rudest things to do in public.  It shows just how uncivilized a person is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still not feeling my best since having had the stomach flu last week and therefore, I have been sipping on a lot of coke.  Today was no different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just finished a rather large glass of coke when I got up to go to the kitchen to check on supper.  I peeked in at the meatballs simmering in one crock pot and turned to peek at the mac and cheese in the other crock pot when all of the sudden there it was.  The most obscene, deep, and growling sound came rumbling out from between my lips.  I quickly thrust my hand over my mouth and stood very still.  All the while thinking, &lt;em&gt;Was that me&lt;/em&gt;?  When reality settled in, I realized that it was me, and began to giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce, who was reading quietly on the couch, asked, "What are you giggling at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you not hear that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I heard it.  What was it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was ME!  I burped!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You burped?  I thought you were dragging something across the counter top."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His statement tore me out of the frame laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I really did burp.  I guess I'm human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-7206591117861231681?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/7206591117861231681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=7206591117861231681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/7206591117861231681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/7206591117861231681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-i-really-did-burp.html' title='Yes, I Really Did Burp'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-4261150560270782769</id><published>2009-11-19T23:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:59:49.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Just for Laughs</title><content type='html'>My friend, Jennie in Texas, sent me an email that had some Christian one liners in it.  Most all of them I had heard before, but there was one on there I had not heard and it totally cracked me up.  It said, "Why do some people feel the need to change churches?  What difference does it make which one they stay home from?"  Thanks, Jennie.  That was funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Lucy, also sent me an email.  It was a story of a man and woman coming home from a weekend trip.  The traffic was moving slowly and the man noticed a bumper sticker on another car that read &lt;em&gt;Pray for Obama.  Psalm 109:8&lt;/em&gt;.  The man's Bible was on the dash so he picked it up to find the passage.  That verse reads, "Let his days be few; and let another take his office."  ha!  I love it.  I want one of those bumper stickers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Ace of Cakes on Food Network this evening.  Do you watch that?  They make some amazing cakes.  Blows my mind!  Anyway, one of the cake decorators was going through the company's email orders and a young woman wrote to say she would like to order a wedding cake from them.  Her email said, "This is my first wedding.  I want it to be special."  Her FIRST wedding?  I wonder what kind of cake she'll want for her NEXT wedding. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the depression we've felt this week, the laughter was nice.  Thank you, my friends, for the giggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-4261150560270782769?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/4261150560270782769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=4261150560270782769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/4261150560270782769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/4261150560270782769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for Laughs'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-1610981732348773862</id><published>2009-11-18T23:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:20:00.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had planned on going to the funeral home for the Sanney and Henderson family today and I'm glad we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family was taking their loss as well as could be expected.  I know we hear those words a lot in times like these, but you could see the peace and love of God on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce and I both feel this is just the saddest thing.  Two young people, head over hills in love with each other, serving God together, and only nine days into their marriage, the life they've planned and hoped for becomes something they never expected.  My heart really does hurt for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good though.  We will continue to pray and God will continue to heal these broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dealing with a migraine today.  At 2:00 this morning I was hurting so bad I was near tears.  My scalp is sore where it was throbbing.  It eased up this afternoon and I'm thankful I made it to the funeral home and then on to church.  The headache is trying to rear its ugly head again and I am feeling a little nauseated.  Oh, I wish I knew what brought these on.  I'm thinking today it is the weather.  Lord willing, it will be a memory come morning!!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin is trying to get on with the fire department.  He's been gathering some information and has some paperwork to fill out for a local squad.  He's pretty sure this is what the Lord wants.  So if it is the Lord's will, all those doors will open.  I'm eager to see what happens for him.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah is baking cookies and making peanut butter candy and fudge to sell.  Cookies include: Sugar cookies (iced or plain), Cinnamon Pinwheels, Peanut Butter Blossoms (with Hershey Kisses in the middle), classic chocolate chips, and mint.  The cookies are $3 a dz, except for the PB Blossoms.  They're $5.  And the PB Candy and Fudge is $8 a pan (9x13).  So if you live close and you're interested in some homemade desserts for the holidays, let her know!&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrison is excited about Christmas Eve.  Paw Paw asked if he would read the Christmas story this year.  He just smiled from ear to ear.  I think that's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce has been working a little bit of overtime.  Which is a blessing.  Things were slowing down considerably and they were going to make them take the whole week of Thanksgiving and Christmas off.  Which was fine with me.  It would be nice to have him home.  But it would also mean no pay for those days.  LOL  But things have picked up a bit and now he's getting some overtime and they changed the schedule back to a regular Thanksgiving week schedule.  As wonderful as it would be to have him home, we prayed for work to pick up so we're not going to complain.  :D &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I'm going to bed.  Sweet dreams to you and to me both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-1610981732348773862?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/1610981732348773862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=1610981732348773862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/1610981732348773862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/1610981732348773862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-had-planned-on-going-to-funeral-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-682969572812745149</id><published>2009-11-17T14:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:19:02.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>God Will Make This Trial A Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bruce works with a man whose son-in-law was killed in a motorcycle accident yesterday.  The newlyweds have only been married a week.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As this weekend approaches, the family of this young man and the families of the two teens that drowned Sunday will have many prayers lifted up on their behalf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My heart has hurt deeply for these families as they bury their children just a few days before Thanksgiving.  Each of these three young men were someone to somebody.  They were sons, grandchildren, nephews, a husband, a son-in-law, a friend.  Thankfully, they all have testimonies of knowing the Lord.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was going through my videos today and found this one of Missy singing &lt;em&gt;God Will Make This Trial A Blessing&lt;/em&gt;.  God &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; make these trials a blessing.  I don't know how.  I don't know when.  But He will.  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When we got to the church we found out they were looking for two teenage boys. Sadly, they did find the boys, drowned in a pond during some Sunday afternoon fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By their own testimony and the accounts of their Youth Pastor, both boys had accepted Christ and met their Savior yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the details are not sorted, but they know their boat flipped over. One boy was found by the boat. The other near the bank. The water in this pond has dried up considerably, however all the rain we've had recently stirred up mud and everything else in the pond, making it nearly impossible to find one boy.  The boys were cousins and neither of them could swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for our family devotions I wanted to do something about giving thanks. I'd like to do that between now and Thanksgiving. So my verses today were from I Thessalonians 5: 16-18, "&lt;em&gt;Rejoice evermore. Pray without ceasing. In every thing give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have grieved for the families of these two boys all day long. So thankful that when I got up out of bed this morning I was able to kiss my son goodbye and tell him I love him before he left for school. Thankful that my other two children were in the house, sitting at the table, doing their schoolwork. I want to find the mothers of these two boys and just hold them and cry with them. The pain and suffering I know they must be feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read over these verses I realized that even though these families are walking through the darkest and loneliest valley they have been in, they have a reason to rejoice evermore. By their son's testimonies, they are with the Lord today in Heaven. Even in times like these, there is a reason to rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that during this time, they are praying and leaning on their Heavenly Father to get them through this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also sure that they will find a reason to give thanks. We can not see into the future. God may use the deaths of these two young men for His glory to bring others to know Him also. Maybe there was something God was sparing them from in the future. We'll never know what His reasons were for taking these young men, but we can give thanks that He is God and He is in control of all things and this was His will for their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always something to rejoice in. There is always something to pray for. There is always something to give thanks for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for these families, that God will move in their lives and that He will show Himself clearly to them in these dark hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good...all the time...even in times like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-4519432366974534865?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/4519432366974534865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=4519432366974534865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/4519432366974534865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/4519432366974534865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/always-something.html' title='Always Something'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-4937053405399281902</id><published>2009-11-12T19:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:32:50.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I'm Ready!  Are You Ready?</title><content type='html'>I'm ready for the Christmas season to get started.  I don't know why.  Usually I am all about getting through each individual holiday.  I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving, but I am so ready for all the pretties of Christmas.  The lights, the decorations, the atmosphere.  I have been so tempted to start pulling out my nativities.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrison thought Christmas came early this week when mom and dad gave him daddy's iPod Nano.  Daddy doesn't use it anymore so they gave it to Harrison.  Justin and Hannah have the iPod Classic and Harrison is happy to have the Nano now.  I loaded all of his favorite songs on there and he's one happy kid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvyvzNl7y9I/AAAAAAAAFAk/hiuopD-Vln0/s1600-h/Harrison%27s+iPod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403386947294710738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvyvzNl7y9I/AAAAAAAAFAk/hiuopD-Vln0/s320/Harrison%27s+iPod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a house here in our hometown that has their own light show every year.  They, alone, are becoming as famous as &lt;a href="http://www.mcadenville-christmastown.com/"&gt;McAdenville's Christmas Town USA&lt;/a&gt;.  Bruce and I usually always make plans to drive through McAdenville and stop at Krispy Kreme for doughnut and chocolate milk, but since this one house is just five minutes from us, we do always drive through and every year they have something new.  It's a lot of fun and I'm looking forward to Dec 1 when all these lights are officially turned on and the Christmas season gets underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tickled when I got this picture in an email because it kind of reminded me of the house up the road from us.  I love the house next to it.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Svyvy2s6OlI/AAAAAAAAFAc/-FN1IJxBfNo/s1600-h/!cid_B3E3E385EA0B44758564ED483BCB0C06%40janice175ef312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403386941149952594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Svyvy2s6OlI/AAAAAAAAFAc/-FN1IJxBfNo/s320/!cid_B3E3E385EA0B44758564ED483BCB0C06%40janice175ef312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going good.  Everyone is on schedule.  Which is odd for this time of year.  We're usually well ahead of schedule so we can take a long Christmas break.  I guess I'll have to light the fire and do some night schooling or doubling up if we're going to do that this year.  I enjoy taking the extra time off school to enjoy the holiday season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of December is usually filled with parties and get-togethers, and all kinds of fun things.  I'm hoping this year will be a little different for us and not so busy.  My husband would like it if I would just say no to some things.  So this year I plan on saying no to things.  *sigh*  It is so not in my character to say no because I'm somewhat of a social butterfly, but I know it will make him happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be digging through our Christmas videos and DVD's and hopefully we will have watched every single one of them between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  I plan on taking the kids to each of their grandparent's homes and spending a day with them just watching Christmas movies, drinking hot chocolate, and enjoying the season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready!  Are you ready??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-4937053405399281902?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/4937053405399281902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=4937053405399281902&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/4937053405399281902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/4937053405399281902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-ready-are-you-ready.html' title='I&apos;m Ready!  Are You Ready?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvyvzNl7y9I/AAAAAAAAFAk/hiuopD-Vln0/s72-c/Harrison%27s+iPod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-7050143900441059851</id><published>2009-11-11T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:55:26.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>God Will Send a Moses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here's Pure Harmony from church singing, &lt;em&gt;God Will Send A Moses&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-243fb075e1ed86bf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb8pJrZ2OpNgPkKl_UzK1NEfSfyse7jTx51hg6Qno8T4YInrLkhxOpeUm8RtqTjjokQp9qvRpgM46IwSiOo5gOiZB0V538U1bTJgQ-6ZqNpo_2DQ6OpJpDHxLo3_y220e0FT9Dts7jDqcPVpgIDw65V3RQ0t6mArSEVS0995x9byZ1cJiI0x5cnW6j7j0lq9KI4oqHHcYhGpXDMascFvGJ-u%26sigh%3Dc8eNoH2rGzqfW3-UW-5teR2TlG4%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D243fb075e1ed86bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DDm-o2cshk02QAIvMtYtTytmupiM&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb8pJrZ2OpNgPkKl_UzK1NEfSfyse7jTx51hg6Qno8T4YInrLkhxOpeUm8RtqTjjokQp9qvRpgM46IwSiOo5gOiZB0V538U1bTJgQ-6ZqNpo_2DQ6OpJpDHxLo3_y220e0FT9Dts7jDqcPVpgIDw65V3RQ0t6mArSEVS0995x9byZ1cJiI0x5cnW6j7j0lq9KI4oqHHcYhGpXDMascFvGJ-u%26sigh%3Dc8eNoH2rGzqfW3-UW-5teR2TlG4%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D243fb075e1ed86bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DDm-o2cshk02QAIvMtYtTytmupiM&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-7050143900441059851?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/7050143900441059851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=7050143900441059851&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/7050143900441059851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/7050143900441059851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-will-send-moses.html' title='God Will Send a Moses'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-8872839016866675755</id><published>2009-11-10T11:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:00:06.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Trip to Valle Cruisis</title><content type='html'>A couple of friends, along with Hannah and myself, went to Valle Cruisis, near Boone, for the weekend. We had a good time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before picking up Mander's sister, we stopped to see her daddy. He is just the sweetest man. It was good seeing him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmjFvGVrfI/AAAAAAAAFAU/Tv1XL_13jsM/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402528546945347058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmjFvGVrfI/AAAAAAAAFAU/Tv1XL_13jsM/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the house in VC, Janet started preparing supper. She fixed her Italian grilled chicken and pasta. MMMMmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmjFkzB_jI/AAAAAAAAFAM/IK12vM_VkJ8/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402528544180010546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmjFkzB_jI/AAAAAAAAFAM/IK12vM_VkJ8/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had stopped at McDonald's for lunch on the way up. Mrs. Janet just had a drink and ketchup for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmjFTEfUqI/AAAAAAAAFAE/H5kWRlVZqzk/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402528539421397666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmjFTEfUqI/AAAAAAAAFAE/H5kWRlVZqzk/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow...I have no idea who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmgjhCCt8I/AAAAAAAAE_0/kmApUrjMMdY/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402525760030422978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmgjhCCt8I/AAAAAAAAE_0/kmApUrjMMdY/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mander-girl. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmgjazparI/AAAAAAAAE_s/PNM2JVjDsOo/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402525758359431858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmgjazparI/AAAAAAAAE_s/PNM2JVjDsOo/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Kaylyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmgjCLgTQI/AAAAAAAAE_k/Q0VpvqFhvc0/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402525751748611330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmgjCLgTQI/AAAAAAAAE_k/Q0VpvqFhvc0/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah spent pretty much the entire weekend in this bed reading that book and another one. Celine was talking to Hannah and Carissa was playing with some game cards. Skip-Bo, I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmgixrPRFI/AAAAAAAAE_c/IBM6PQgumN0/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402525747318309970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmgixrPRFI/AAAAAAAAE_c/IBM6PQgumN0/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Carissa and Celine a makeover. This is Carissa's before picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmfldZQY1I/AAAAAAAAE_U/MrURhofJCLo/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524693902156626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmfldZQY1I/AAAAAAAAE_U/MrURhofJCLo/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is her after picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmflGhREHI/AAAAAAAAE_M/uO-P2AN1tqk/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524687761739890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmflGhREHI/AAAAAAAAE_M/uO-P2AN1tqk/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celine before....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Svmfk-FJ09I/AAAAAAAAE_E/-6Zij_s-HvE/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524685496341458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Svmfk-FJ09I/AAAAAAAAE_E/-6Zij_s-HvE/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmfkkxeTxI/AAAAAAAAE-8/yqS6FQuQPr8/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402524678702911250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmfkkxeTxI/AAAAAAAAE-8/yqS6FQuQPr8/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were playing on the steps and stopped long enough to take some pictures for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmekHmwj1I/AAAAAAAAE-0/YdmM1Y8jMCY/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402523571361714002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmekHmwj1I/AAAAAAAAE-0/YdmM1Y8jMCY/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The view out the window from the top of the steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Svmej-d1mVI/AAAAAAAAE-s/okq0dzGLzxg/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402523568908376402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Svmej-d1mVI/AAAAAAAAE-s/okq0dzGLzxg/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I colored Kaylyn's hair while we were there. I'd never done that before. It was fun. I wanted to highlight Kendra's, but Janet said no. MOTHERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmejnnLj2I/AAAAAAAAE-k/Cn8guXF8KoQ/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402523562773548898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmejnnLj2I/AAAAAAAAE-k/Cn8guXF8KoQ/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Kendra were playing Speed, Hannah's new favorite game to play. She can be so mean when she wins. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmejO7nTiI/AAAAAAAAE-c/PCmf7iDogYY/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402523556148366882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmejO7nTiI/AAAAAAAAE-c/PCmf7iDogYY/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the weekend, literally, laying around in our jammers, eating chocolate covered marshmallows that Janet made, and reading, watching movies, and talking. It was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left Saturday afternoon, we stopped at the Mast Store Candy Barrel. They had all sorts of yummy candies in there. There were little bushel baskets for you to shop with. I overheard Mander tell Celine, "Honey, we're not getting one of everything, put some of that back." Well, duh, Mander!! We're in a CANDY STORE!!! LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Svmei8VFpBI/AAAAAAAAE-U/ifAIlxrdpsw/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402523551154938898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Svmei8VFpBI/AAAAAAAAE-U/ifAIlxrdpsw/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the others shopped for sweets, Hannah, Kendra, and I went to scope out the old church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmdLETdhKI/AAAAAAAAE-M/oLRQVQxgO8U/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402522041467110562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmdLETdhKI/AAAAAAAAE-M/oLRQVQxgO8U/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove on out of town, you could see the house from the road. It is so pretty up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmdKvrNyvI/AAAAAAAAE-E/3jY94Cbs-A0/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402522035929598706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmdKvrNyvI/AAAAAAAAE-E/3jY94Cbs-A0/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped Kaylyn off at her house on the way back down the mountain. I know Mander wishes her sissy lived closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmdKfJSEFI/AAAAAAAAE98/v5RbthYKDIw/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402522031492304978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmdKfJSEFI/AAAAAAAAE98/v5RbthYKDIw/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janet wanted BBQ for lunch. We looked and looked for a BBQ place and drove right past this one. How in the world we missed this GIANT pink building, I'll never know. After turning around and missing the entrance, and turning around again to turn around again, we finally made it there and boy was it good! I had the Memphis chicken. YUM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmdKNWlw4I/AAAAAAAAE90/nrNEoT4PQkM/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402522026716283778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmdKNWlw4I/AAAAAAAAE90/nrNEoT4PQkM/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought Celine's daddy had joined us. But no, it's just her in a mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmdJ4llhGI/AAAAAAAAE9s/4feX9C6Nk-s/s1600-h/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402522021142037602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvmdJ4llhGI/AAAAAAAAE9s/4feX9C6Nk-s/s320/Trip+to+Vallie+Cruises+with+Kaylyn+144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a good time taking Kaylyn with us. She needed the fellowship of her family and friends. We love her and pray for her!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=344787&amp;amp;id=528080509&amp;amp;l=e34608a2ad"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You can see the rest of our trip pictures by clicking HERE if you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8876110910930611205-8872839016866675755?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/8872839016866675755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=8872839016866675755&amp;isPopup=true' 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Festival'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-5669014146849315836</id><published>2009-11-03T17:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:57:22.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church pics'/><title type='text'>Harvest Party and Fall Festivals</title><content type='html'>Saturday night we went to my friend's house for a Harvest party. She made all kinds of yummy soups, all homemade. Cream of broccoli, chicken noodle, taco,....mmmm, mmmm! They were so good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCxLqbbLRI/AAAAAAAAE9c/CkPrANFt_7Y/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010767143218450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCxLqbbLRI/AAAAAAAAE9c/CkPrANFt_7Y/s320/Halloween+2009+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carissa showed up to the harvest party dressed as a pumpkin. Have you ever seen a cuter one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCvBrTc0BI/AAAAAAAAE9U/UXpw6sjsCYg/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400008396556259346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCvBrTc0BI/AAAAAAAAE9U/UXpw6sjsCYg/s320/Halloween+2009+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys sat in the den and chit chatted while us gals cackled in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCvBdM1sBI/AAAAAAAAE9M/55Xj2eisTIk/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400008392770433042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCvBdM1sBI/AAAAAAAAE9M/55Xj2eisTIk/s320/Halloween+2009+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy and Mander...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCtqUIYhyI/AAAAAAAAE9E/5Iqb38P8skQ/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006895687206690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCtqUIYhyI/AAAAAAAAE9E/5Iqb38P8skQ/s320/Halloween+2009+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelic Angie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCtp1v9ESI/AAAAAAAAE88/GgcerRVe4pA/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006887531680034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCtp1v9ESI/AAAAAAAAE88/GgcerRVe4pA/s320/Halloween+2009+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Brenda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCtpo9b9xI/AAAAAAAAE80/E4cK2ivAjGQ/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006884098570002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCtpo9b9xI/AAAAAAAAE80/E4cK2ivAjGQ/s320/Halloween+2009+040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyous Janet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCtpUK0YnI/AAAAAAAAE8s/nB40QEX6GBQ/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006878517551730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCtpUK0YnI/AAAAAAAAE8s/nB40QEX6GBQ/s320/Halloween+2009+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loco Logan...no really, he is one crazy kid! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCtpMe6E3I/AAAAAAAAE8k/TRJRf0zAT2A/s1600-h/Halloween+2009+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006876454327154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCtpMe6E3I/AAAAAAAAE8k/TRJRf0zAT2A/s320/Halloween+2009+047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time of fellowship and went home full as a tick. Fun, fun!! Thanks, Greg and Janet, for a fun evening. Love y'all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We knew Sunday morning was going to be extra good when we saw the E family walk in with that wonderfully sweet, Marigrace!!! We've prayed so hard for her and her family these last few weeks. What a great sight to see that little smile pass across her face when Pastor called her name from the pulpit. Sweet, sweet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCsaYqzwYI/AAAAAAAAE8c/qPEujZf_xhk/s1600-h/church+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005522515804546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCsaYqzwYI/AAAAAAAAE8c/qPEujZf_xhk/s320/church+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon we had the church's fall festival. Tigger showed up and made his way from game to game, earning his little treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCsZ7T0RQI/AAAAAAAAE8U/lJXXbtgTV7M/s1600-h/church+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005514634740994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCsZ7T0RQI/AAAAAAAAE8U/lJXXbtgTV7M/s320/church+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also found him in the ice chest... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCsZuVfd4I/AAAAAAAAE8M/tgMxV6XVtz0/s1600-h/church+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005511152105346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCsZuVfd4I/AAAAAAAAE8M/tgMxV6XVtz0/s320/church+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND! He found the candy stash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCz1bJiKQI/AAAAAAAAE9k/DN7QNvn85N4/s1600-h/church+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400013683619408130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCz1bJiKQI/AAAAAAAAE9k/DN7QNvn85N4/s320/church+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Carissa singing us a song at the Harvest Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-76534f5e18c9cb71" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHfApvOOOB_WlESfHfM9b03__0Dyy95QnjvpdpieOv_IMHHCsd_qOfIgxNHUJ8OdVkcjLTeKnLf-daSPygffGWEK3TeEVjL7d1Ajnwb6k9-RBQdDPi1KkD45LAAgyVHPKx8EHbTetzSzsqkoqolcXOWFn95wCeW1c82jam1KTWt4KJjtQnhHvrAexD_EGMZt_yoUXlZ4w7yBU8KtJI6mtOlV7JFRZx4JUfmYmLotJEQH%26sigh%3DmxNqR1bMk2-8G0nafpA8DjARn48%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76534f5e18c9cb71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DlBlGZHFIbQvac8_9DBXbcciSPd8&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHfApvOOOB_WlESfHfM9b03__0Dyy95QnjvpdpieOv_IMHHCsd_qOfIgxNHUJ8OdVkcjLTeKnLf-daSPygffGWEK3TeEVjL7d1Ajnwb6k9-RBQdDPi1KkD45LAAgyVHPKx8EHbTetzSzsqkoqolcXOWFn95wCeW1c82jam1KTWt4KJjtQnhHvrAexD_EGMZt_yoUXlZ4w7yBU8KtJI6mtOlV7JFRZx4JUfmYmLotJEQH%26sigh%3DmxNqR1bMk2-8G0nafpA8DjARn48%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D76534f5e18c9cb71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DlBlGZHFIbQvac8_9DBXbcciSPd8&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-5669014146849315836?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/5669014146849315836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=5669014146849315836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/5669014146849315836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/5669014146849315836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/harvest-party-and-fall-festivals.html' title='Harvest Party and Fall Festivals'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SvCxLqbbLRI/AAAAAAAAE9c/CkPrANFt_7Y/s72-c/Halloween+2009+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-7233872174859178591</id><published>2009-11-02T18:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:05:52.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts from Scripture'/><title type='text'>Things Aren't Always As They Seem</title><content type='html'>Sometimes our problems in life seem big at first glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Su9xFYdvhcI/AAAAAAAAE78/wd59M8IowJ0/s1600-h/Chick-fil-A+night+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399658815520998850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Su9xFYdvhcI/AAAAAAAAE78/wd59M8IowJ0/s320/Chick-fil-A+night+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Su9xFAU_QVI/AAAAAAAAE70/wR7xtjID7ts/s1600-h/Chick-fil-A+night+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399658809041830226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Su9xFAU_QVI/AAAAAAAAE70/wR7xtjID7ts/s320/Chick-fil-A+night+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all depends on how we look at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And we know that &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;things&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;work&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;together&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt; to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."  Romans 8:28&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/8876110910930611205-7233872174859178591?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/7233872174859178591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=7233872174859178591&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/7233872174859178591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/7233872174859178591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-arent-always-as-they-seem.html' title='Things Aren&apos;t Always As They Seem'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Su9xFYdvhcI/AAAAAAAAE78/wd59M8IowJ0/s72-c/Chick-fil-A+night+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-10062918607342223</id><published>2009-10-30T11:40:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:34:48.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plays and skits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladies fellowship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church pics'/><title type='text'>The Wilderness Within</title><content type='html'>Mrs. Ava has been doing a series of a Bible study from &lt;em&gt;The Wilderness Within&lt;/em&gt;, a book by Mrs. Beneth Peters Jones. It has been a wonderful series and it was an honor to have her with us. When she spoke to us it was something my heart needed to hear. I appreciated what she said about us as women and our wilderness within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are playing an ice breaker game. Each lady was given a small phrase from a hymn. They were suppose to find other women who also had phrases from that same song. The first group of women to get together and sing their song, won. We picked this game up at Mrs. Amy's church in West Virginia the other week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusgSjCRR6I/AAAAAAAAE7s/GPNmhJej8Bk/s1600-h/DELETE+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398444081348167586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusgSjCRR6I/AAAAAAAAE7s/GPNmhJej8Bk/s320/DELETE+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good seeing Lisa and her daughter, Katie. Holly is a student at Bob Jones University and was home preparing a presentation for a class so she missed it. And we sure missed her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Susdnrk4iSI/AAAAAAAAE7k/3ppIAw70kWo/s1600-h/DELETE+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398441145883199778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Susdnrk4iSI/AAAAAAAAE7k/3ppIAw70kWo/s320/DELETE+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusdnSKw2pI/AAAAAAAAE7c/w09YQMidYhA/s1600-h/DELETE+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398441139062758034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusdnSKw2pI/AAAAAAAAE7c/w09YQMidYhA/s320/DELETE+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy gave her testimony at the meeting. I tell ya, you just never know what another person's wilderness is like. Her testimony will be with me for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusdnAIy9_I/AAAAAAAAE7U/ym4ROS6rLPg/s1600-h/DELETE+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398441134222669810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusdnAIy9_I/AAAAAAAAE7U/ym4ROS6rLPg/s320/DELETE+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Carolyn sang, &lt;em&gt;All I Need&lt;/em&gt;, and did a beautiful job as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Susdmj-fktI/AAAAAAAAE7M/xhLMBMK6yDw/s1600-h/DELETE+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398441126663262930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Susdmj-fktI/AAAAAAAAE7M/xhLMBMK6yDw/s320/DELETE+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mrs. Jones spoke. If you haven't heard of her book or you've heard of it and have not read it, &lt;a href="http://www.bjupress.com/product/191098"&gt;you really need to get it&lt;/a&gt;. It brings things out about yourself that will take you by surprise and humble you to the very core. On a side note, she REALLY knows how to twitch her nose like a mouse. I have never seen anyone do that the way she can. Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusdmUPO1_I/AAAAAAAAE7E/INMAbbwyLVc/s1600-h/DELETE+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398441122438502386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusdmUPO1_I/AAAAAAAAE7E/INMAbbwyLVc/s320/DELETE+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you did not know, October is National Dessert Month. Mrs. Ava had us bring in homemade desserts. There were some yummy desserts on that table too. Our ladies know their way around the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Susa0V3pTEI/AAAAAAAAE68/6O8J3F-6zCU/s1600-h/DELETE+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398438064859728962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Susa0V3pTEI/AAAAAAAAE68/6O8J3F-6zCU/s320/DELETE+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had several visitors and enjoyed having each one of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Susa0OzpypI/AAAAAAAAE60/i5a-bL59rXw/s1600-h/DELETE+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398438062963935890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Susa0OzpypI/AAAAAAAAE60/i5a-bL59rXw/s320/DELETE+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Pastor's son, Andy, just got married back in May. This is his Mother-in-law, Mrs. Jacobs. She is such a sweet lady. We enjoyed having her with us and hope she will join us again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Susaz0U0g5I/AAAAAAAAE6s/M70RDJkYs7g/s1600-h/DELETE+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398438055855293330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/Susaz0U0g5I/AAAAAAAAE6s/M70RDJkYs7g/s320/DELETE+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusazTtSysI/AAAAAAAAE6k/zRgfEYe1_nw/s1600-h/DELETE+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398438047099570882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusazTtSysI/AAAAAAAAE6k/zRgfEYe1_nw/s320/DELETE+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies were in several different rooms of the church supplying a fix for their sweet tooth. I won't dare tell you what Linda and Sandra were discussing. Sandra might hang me up by my toes. &lt;em&gt;Sandra, if you're reading this, I'll be watching you Sunday if you kneel at the alter.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusayzP7l3I/AAAAAAAAE6c/Yzg5Ci0vXso/s1600-h/DELETE+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398438038386481010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusayzP7l3I/AAAAAAAAE6c/Yzg5Ci0vXso/s320/DELETE+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my favorite ladies here. I love these women. They are so precious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusYTLLGtjI/AAAAAAAAE6U/-bW0tJzqHHo/s1600-h/DELETE+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398435296029619762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusYTLLGtjI/AAAAAAAAE6U/-bW0tJzqHHo/s320/DELETE+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a visitor, the caretaker to the Emory twins. She was so nice. I enjoyed meeting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusYS3jr-rI/AAAAAAAAE6M/Tu4YM22BUwo/s1600-h/DELETE+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398435290764016306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusYS3jr-rI/AAAAAAAAE6M/Tu4YM22BUwo/s320/DELETE+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussing stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusYSjucuXI/AAAAAAAAE6E/LkPUXJhUlyg/s1600-h/DELETE+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398435285440444786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusYSjucuXI/AAAAAAAAE6E/LkPUXJhUlyg/s320/DELETE+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mrs. Parish! She is so fun to talk to. She has a wonderful sense of humor and smiles like that all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusYSFq2_WI/AAAAAAAAE58/WsquaxpRe0Y/s1600-h/DELETE+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398435277372325218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusYSFq2_WI/AAAAAAAAE58/WsquaxpRe0Y/s320/DELETE+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs. Hazel (left) and her cousin were there together. It's always fun seeing these two ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusYR3ajU0I/AAAAAAAAE50/3V5f2wyUG98/s1600-h/DELETE+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398435273545831234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusYR3ajU0I/AAAAAAAAE50/3V5f2wyUG98/s320/DELETE+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Marlett had some visitors with her. They were very sweet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusVf__VmNI/AAAAAAAAE5s/wTzl_d4XQWU/s1600-h/DELETE+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398432217830889682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusVf__VmNI/AAAAAAAAE5s/wTzl_d4XQWU/s320/DELETE+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy was telling a story about Abigale. I won't repeat the story on here, but I'm sure she'll tell you if you ask her about it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusVfSZZ19I/AAAAAAAAE5k/JE_p58W8MM8/s1600-h/DELETE+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398432205592188882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusVfSZZ19I/AAAAAAAAE5k/JE_p58W8MM8/s320/DELETE+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Catfish didn't want me to take her picture but I did anyway. She's a precious Senior Saint in our church. A faithful prayer warrior. A sweet and genuine lady with some very interesting stories from her childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusVfN0hNaI/AAAAAAAAE5c/bgqHLujT0bQ/s1600-h/DELETE+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398432204363740578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusVfN0hNaI/AAAAAAAAE5c/bgqHLujT0bQ/s320/DELETE+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and her beautiful daughter, Katie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusVe1Ey3NI/AAAAAAAAE5U/IZ_b3t1qzLQ/s1600-h/DELETE+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398432197721119954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusVe1Ey3NI/AAAAAAAAE5U/IZ_b3t1qzLQ/s320/DELETE+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa's beautiful daughter, Katie, and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusVeuejexI/AAAAAAAAE5M/HzYYgBrieQ4/s1600-h/DELETE+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398432195950115602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusVeuejexI/AAAAAAAAE5M/HzYYgBrieQ4/s320/DELETE+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend, Teresa, also did not want me to take her picture. But everyone knows I take my camera everywhere I go and that it is to be expected they will have their picture taken and end up on the blog! &lt;em&gt;HI TERESA!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusTxq878oI/AAAAAAAAE5E/08Li8j8IEl8/s1600-h/DELETE+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398430322398065282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusTxq878oI/AAAAAAAAE5E/08Li8j8IEl8/s320/DELETE+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling and beautiful daughter, Hannah, Kelsey, and Teresa. Quite the three stooges here, I tell ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusTxXQQW2I/AAAAAAAAE48/tfTzmmK_ag0/s1600-h/DELETE+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398430317110385506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusTxXQQW2I/AAAAAAAAE48/tfTzmmK_ag0/s320/DELETE+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jennifer and her baby bump. Isn't she lovely? Her birthday was yesterday. Happy Birthday, Jennifer. We love you so much and appreciate everything you and Brother Jonathan do at church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusTw2ZzYJI/AAAAAAAAE40/obJlvn6Qzmk/s1600-h/DELETE+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398430308292059282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusTw2ZzYJI/AAAAAAAAE40/obJlvn6Qzmk/s320/DELETE+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mander's sweet Mother-in-law, Sylvia, was there. I just love her personality and enjoy seeing her when we can get together. She and I share the same birthday too. July 1st, in case you want to put that on your calendar. Just saying....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusTwvslinI/AAAAAAAAE4s/sTQw3-1mjX4/s1600-h/DELETE+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398430306491796082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusTwvslinI/AAAAAAAAE4s/sTQw3-1mjX4/s320/DELETE+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Kendra stopped long enough to cheese for the camera. Thank you, girls! Y'all are beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusTwbuLYfI/AAAAAAAAE4k/Jt1ElUaeqdU/s1600-h/DELETE+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398430301129761266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SusTwbuLYfI/AAAAAAAAE4k/Jt1ElUaeqdU/s320/DELETE+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the skit from the meeting. 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I did this one today and I like it. A pretty wooden frame and it will be lovely!  You can click on it to enlarge it if you like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SukMANNwt3I/AAAAAAAAE4c/18q8TM8JTOo/s1600-h/Olive+Wood.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397858826067162994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SukMANNwt3I/AAAAAAAAE4c/18q8TM8JTOo/s320/Olive+Wood.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-7349191535869072191?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/7349191535869072191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=7349191535869072191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/7349191535869072191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/7349191535869072191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/10/scripture-prints.html' title='Scripture Prints'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SukMANNwt3I/AAAAAAAAE4c/18q8TM8JTOo/s72-c/Olive+Wood.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8876110910930611205.post-4604889534424602622</id><published>2009-10-27T20:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:02:23.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><title type='text'>HE is home and SHE is in bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SueVdOB0Q2I/AAAAAAAAE4U/znO5-V6yBlY/s1600-h/Mom%27s+61st+Birthday+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397447007641289570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SueVdOB0Q2I/AAAAAAAAE4U/znO5-V6yBlY/s320/Mom%27s+61st+Birthday+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy came home this evening! I haven't spoken with him yet, but he is definitely home. Mom said he is very happy to be home and back in his recliner! They never really found out what was wrong with him, but believe it has something to do with his blood pressure medicine. They have made some changes and, Lord willing, he won't have any more problems. Bless his heart. It's just one thing after the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SueVc7ZmjNI/AAAAAAAAE4M/1NROLZPvRSc/s1600-h/Mom%27s+61st+Birthday+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397447002640780498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SueVc7ZmjNI/AAAAAAAAE4M/1NROLZPvRSc/s320/Mom%27s+61st+Birthday+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hannah is in bed with a virus. She hasn't felt well all day today and ended up in tears this evening. She never tells us when she's sick, but her face usually gives her away. I was in the middle of cooking supper when I turned around to see her standing there with big tears in her eyes. And then when she dropped her little head on my chest I knew she was sick! She's been in bed for several hours already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been raining almost non-stop today. I've enjoyed listening to it and felt very thankful I didn't have to be out in it. Justin, however, was out in it today. He's still out in it. He should be home in about an hour or so. He worked for his Uncle Bryan today and went straight to work, so I'm sure he'll be starved to death when he gets home. He signs up for his next semester the second of next month. I hope he doesn't get night classes. I worry too much about him at night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to make a SHOUT OUT to our Tennessee cousins in Kingsport! &lt;em&gt;HEY Y'ALL!!!!! It was good meeting you while you were here!! Maybe we'll get up there to see y'all sometime!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8876110910930611205-4604889534424602622?l=kristi71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/feeds/4604889534424602622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8876110910930611205&amp;postID=4604889534424602622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/4604889534424602622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8876110910930611205/posts/default/4604889534424602622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristi71.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-is-home-and-she-is-in-bed.html' title='HE is home and SHE is in bed!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06373672946044787468</uri><email>kristim71@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15995175823367984135'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hl7OCzwOcQ/SueVdOB0Q2I/AAAAAAAAE4U/znO5-V6yBlY/s72-c/Mom%27s+61st+Birthday+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>