<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824</id><updated>2011-08-01T20:16:51.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Blessings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-1713691563590572845</id><published>2009-02-11T19:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:47:07.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, the kids and I had to run a quick errand in Ft. Worth.  I needed to pick up instruments for my class at our homeschool co-op, The Cube.  As I followed the map, I could tell our destination was going to be near downtown.  After turning around several times on the same road, I was finally headed in the right direction.  We drove slowly down the street, looking for the correct building number.  The kids began to notice there were a lot of people on the sidewalks and in front of the buildings, and started asking questions.  Things like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom, why are there so many people walking around here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why do they look so dirty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why doesn't that woman have shoes on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I realized we were right in front of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.uniongospelmissiontc.org/"&gt;Union Gospel Mission&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.  Not really such a big deal, but just last week I finished reading "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Same-Kind-Different-Modern-Day-International/dp/084991910X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1234404292&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Same Kind of Different as Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;."  The biography is about three very special lives that intersected at this mission.  The mission was rebuilt as a result of all that happened between them.  That made it a big deal to me!  Instead of seeing these homeless people as scary and shameful, I saw them as hearts that God longed to reach.  Lives that were just as important as mine and my children's.  And all because of this great book (a must read if you haven't already).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another thing that moved me just as much was the way my children responded to the information I gave them.  I told them these people didn't have homes to live in, most likely didn't have jobs, and probably only had the clothes on their back and nothing more.  Immediately, in childlike innocence, they wanted to scoop up all these people wandering around and bring them home.  They wanted to buy them clothes, food and cars.  The ideas were just flying all over the van as we drove slowly by.  My favorite was from Sam:  "Mom, maybe we should just adopt a baby for one of them.  That would really help them because it would make them so happy to have someone to love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In innocence, my children responded much the way I think God would want us all to respond.  In matchless love and abandon.  Not caring why these strangers were there (did you notice the kids NEVER asked why the people were homeless?) or what they looked or smelled like, and not caring if they ever changed...just simply living out our faith by actively loving them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a lot to learn from my kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'  Matthew 25:37-40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-1713691563590572845?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1713691563590572845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=1713691563590572845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/1713691563590572845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/1713691563590572845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2009/02/innocence.html' title='Innocence'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-8746429858356972971</id><published>2009-02-02T23:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:05:04.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Errand In The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight, after a full day of homeschooling and piano lessons and homekeeping, and after getting dinner started for my family, I hugged my children and kissed my husband goodbye.  I was going to run an errand I told the little ones, with an all knowing look between my husband and myself.  "Groceries?" they asked.  "No, just an errand," I retold them.  Then I snuck out the back door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I drove down the darkened highway, making phone calls along the way...asking for any messages that needed to be passed on.  Mental notes were made.  Traffic jams did not ease any apprehension I felt, but did offer moments to breathe.  It's been a long time since I'd seen the Dallas skyline at night - so beautiful.  Amazing that just across the bridge from the colorful city lights, ugliness in every form  awaited me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I turned off the highway, I began to look for the building.  It didn't take long to find it.  The high fences and barbed wire quickly set it apart.  It was very dark, no where to park, and cold.  I saw a spot where some cars were parked in a makeshift lot; good enough.  I grabbed my purse, my phone, my paperwork and headed for the building.  I'm not afraid, just cautious, eyes constantly roaming for anything unusual.  But honestly, this was all unusual.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I walked up the steps to a small covered porch area, and stood in the back of a line of about 50 people.  I quickly stood out like a sore thumb among them, being one of 3 or 4 caucasians among throngs of hispanics and blacks.  I looked around, cautiously surveying the others.  Old, young, babies, teenagers, from every possible background imagined or unimagined.  We were all there for the same reason.  A kind woman next to me informed me I couldn't take my purse or cell phone in.  So I ran back to my van, stashed my purse, returning to find I'd lost my spot in line.  More waiting, more cold.  It smelled of urine, filth, and alcohol.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After about 1 hour and 10 minutes of waiting outside, they finally called my name.  Cox, number 18.  I walked through the entrance and made my way to number 18.  I sat in a white plastic chair, next to a sweet grandmother with her 3 year old grandson.  They were at number 17.  She spoke no english, but the little boy did.  He pointed at the plexi-glass window in front of him and said, "Daddy."  The boy and I played back and forth for the next few minutes, filling the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally, I looked up and there he was.  He looked years older to me, and tired.  As he sat down, we picked up our respective phones, and tears filled my eyes.  "Happy Birthday brother," I said as happily as I could.  I teased him about the stripes on his uniform, and he showed me the too small shoes he'd been issued.  I passed messages on to him, and he told me stories to pass on in return.  Five years is a long time, but if he's good, maybe it will only be 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my little 3 year old friend placing his fingers on the glass in front of him, sobbing "Daddy, daddy."  His daddy had his hand on the glass as well, sending as much love as he could.  Absolutely heartbreaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I drove home, I wondered what hopes and dreams my parents had for their sweet baby when he was born 41 years ago?  Did they dream he'd be president, or an athlete, or a doctor?  As they cradled him in their arms, did they hope he would have a life better than their own?  I'm certain they never envisioned the sort of life he's chosen for himself.  What happened along the way?  Why him, and not me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My heart aches so deeply tonight, that only God can hear my groanings.  Come quickly Lord, come quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-8746429858356972971?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8746429858356972971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=8746429858356972971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8746429858356972971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8746429858356972971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2009/02/errand-in-night.html' title='An Errand In The Night'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2263152364978289694</id><published>2009-01-11T21:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:25:32.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Corinthians 10:4-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretension that set itself up against the knowledge of God; and we take captive every thought, making it obedient to Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first passage I've memorized for &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/2008/12/anybody-game.html"&gt;Beth Moore's challenge&lt;/a&gt;. Spending two weeks on a verse gives me a lot of time to dissect and ponder it's meaning. What are your thoughts on this passage - what does it mean to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-2263152364978289694?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2263152364978289694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2263152364978289694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2263152364978289694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2263152364978289694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-corinthians-104-5.html' title='2 Corinthians 10:4-5'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-6969233146841416718</id><published>2009-01-01T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:16:46.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that you've picked your jaw up off the floor from realization that I have indeed posted to my blog, I have a challenge for you.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Beth Moore, a beloved mentor and bible study leader, has issued a scripture memorization challenge from her blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Living Proof Ministries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;.  It's not so threatening, and holds with it the promise of accountability and hopes of God moving deeply.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;So if you are looking for a great way to start the new year, then head on over to Beth's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; and check out the challenge.  2 verses a month for one year - you can do that!  I can do that!  Let me know if you decide to join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blessings to you for a great big JESUS year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-6969233146841416718?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6969233146841416718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=6969233146841416718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6969233146841416718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6969233146841416718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-4120119112935784579</id><published>2008-11-15T18:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:30:42.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Word to your Mothah!</title><content type='html'>On this cold, fall evening, my husband is in bed with the flu; my dogs are on the floor near my feet; and the kids are finishing up dinner and then headed to the bedtime routine.  So what better thing to do than answer &lt;a href="http://mandigirl-muses.blogspot.com"&gt;Amanda's&lt;/a&gt; one word challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it too!  Just let me know so I can see your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your mobile phone? purse&lt;br /&gt;Your hair color? auburn&lt;br /&gt;Your mother? toothless&lt;br /&gt;Your father? servant&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite thing? peace&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night? theft&lt;br /&gt;Your dream goal? travel&lt;br /&gt;The room you're in? kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Your hobby (hobbies)? scrapbooking&lt;br /&gt;Your fear? alone&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? healthier&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night? home&lt;br /&gt;What you're not? dishonest&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish-list items? kitchen-aide&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up? Tejas&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did? ate&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing? pj's&lt;br /&gt;Your TV? constant&lt;br /&gt;Your pet? sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Your computer? desktop&lt;br /&gt;Your mood? restless&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone? Teresa&lt;br /&gt;Your car? van&lt;br /&gt;Something you're not wearing? rings&lt;br /&gt;Favorite shop? Williams-Sonoma&lt;br /&gt;Your summer? hot&lt;br /&gt;Love someone? deeply&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite colour? pink&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you laughed? recently&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried? forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-4120119112935784579?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4120119112935784579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=4120119112935784579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4120119112935784579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4120119112935784579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/11/word-to-your-mothah.html' title='Word to your Mothah!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-3579726204142112123</id><published>2008-10-29T21:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:15:15.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smashing Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk5LlOOII/AAAAAAAAAQY/MK01LOIXj-Q/s1600-h/IMG_20081030_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk5LlOOII/AAAAAAAAAQY/MK01LOIXj-Q/s400/IMG_20081030_0811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778204339189890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or carving, rather....  When Scott called to tell us he would be gone for two more weeks, I was able to take a deep breath and not cry.  That is, until Sam reminded me we needed to buy pumpkins and carve them.  Then I lost it.  I'm not kidding either.   :-)   It had always been a Daddy job, and I was the one who took pictures.  So, in an effort to continue the tradition, the kids and I carved pumpkins tonight.  It was interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk4x2veKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vK9iejyyKAU/s1600-h/IMG_20081030_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk4x2veKI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vK9iejyyKAU/s400/IMG_20081030_0815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778197433350306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;celebratory&lt;/span&gt; moment, that mommy was actually able to cut into the pumpkin successfully!!!  Ian was our official photographer for the evening, so he's not in most of the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk4So2CuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tkWcIp6WV2I/s1600-h/IMG_20081030_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk4So2CuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tkWcIp6WV2I/s400/IMG_20081030_0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778189053561570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma insisted on playing with the pumpkin guts before putting them into the bowl.  She said she was making pancakes.  Yeah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQklSejDrRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dk-bB5a2PbY/s1600-h/IMG_20081030_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQklSejDrRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dk-bB5a2PbY/s400/IMG_20081030_0823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778638927113490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma feasting on raw pumpkin.  She will eat just about anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk3sCRvqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/V1GlEocPYJ0/s1600-h/IMG_20081030_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk3sCRvqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/V1GlEocPYJ0/s400/IMG_20081030_0854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778178691251874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A partially cleaned out shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk30mjilI/AAAAAAAAAQA/J5VJSSEzQto/s1600-h/IMG_20081030_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk30mjilI/AAAAAAAAAQA/J5VJSSEzQto/s400/IMG_20081030_0882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262778180990896722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the finished product.  Not so bad I guess.  Sam and Emma drew faces on their pumpkins, and I tried to cut according to their designs.  Ian wanted something different.  I remember seeing a picture in a Martha magazine and tried to emulate it.  We used an apple corer and poked holes in Ian's pumpkin.  Voila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-3579726204142112123?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3579726204142112123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=3579726204142112123' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3579726204142112123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3579726204142112123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/10/smashing-pumpkins.html' title='Smashing Pumpkins'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SQkk5LlOOII/AAAAAAAAAQY/MK01LOIXj-Q/s72-c/IMG_20081030_0811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-1620458562809326791</id><published>2008-10-22T23:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:53:59.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Will Supply</title><content type='html'>This song has rocked my world today.  In case you need to listen to this song too, I'm including the lyrics.  I especially love the line about God promising to supply my need, not my greed.  More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though your vessel be empty&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;For His yoke is easy&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;OH Jesus said that He will supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though your dreams feel like memories&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;And some relationships are now empty&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;OH Jesus said that he will supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friend don't you worry&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;This is just temporary&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;He will supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH Jesus&lt;br /&gt;OH Jesus&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Yes Jesus&lt;br /&gt;OH Jesus said that He will supply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh supply [x6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said He will [x2]&lt;br /&gt;Supply&lt;br /&gt;I know He will [x2]&lt;br /&gt;Supply&lt;br /&gt;He told me He will [x2]&lt;br /&gt;Supply&lt;br /&gt;He said He will [x2]&lt;br /&gt;Supply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-1620458562809326791?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1620458562809326791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=1620458562809326791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/1620458562809326791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/1620458562809326791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-will-supply.html' title='He Will Supply'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-7199259555223232993</id><published>2008-09-12T22:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T02:51:28.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison Barret Nicole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SMs_btG8JzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eObak_BHigE/s1600-h/adoption+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SMs_btG8JzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eObak_BHigE/s400/adoption+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245355936200795954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20 years ago, a beautiful baby was born.  She had the biggest eyes that seemed to take in your soul when she looked at you.  When I sang to her, she would turn her head and look at me like she'd heard that voice before.  For the few days I was with her in the hospital, she rarely cried, and sweetly tolerated my attempts to feed her, change her diaper, and dress her in new outfits.  She had this tiny stork bite on her forhead that would darken if she was feeling upset.  And even as I held her that last day in the hospital, crying tears all over her, she was calm, peacefully looking up at me as if to say..."I'm going to be okay; I know you love me; it's alright to let me go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My precious birthdaughter, Addison, turned 20 this week.  I can't believe how quickly the time has passed.  I've only known her for about 6 and 1/2 years, but during that short time she has grown and flourished into this beautiful young woman.  In honor of her birthday, I'm going to list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;20 THINGS I ADORE ABOUT ADDISON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.    Her sense of style.  This is one of the first things I noticed about Addi as I studied the picture I received of her prior to ever meeting.  She knows what she likes, cares little about fads, and knows how to put it all together.  Care to help me out there sistah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.    Her gorgeous smile.  Even when she had braces, it was big and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.    Her heart for God.  Wow, this one is huge.  She loves God so much, and still clings to Him even in the most trying times.  I love that she is honest about her struggles in faith, but never  lets go of God's hand.  Keep pressing on girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4.    Her fingers.  :-)  I love her long slender fingers and soft hands.  She did not get these things from me; I long for them.  Her nails are naturally beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5.    Her loyalty to her family.  She loves them so deeply and will stand with them through anything.  It's a tight bond that I hope my children will have with me when they are 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6.    Her love for all things Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth Bennet.  Yes, she loves Jane Austen as much (well, almost as much) as I do.  She even named one of her cars Mr. Darcy.  Yes, that's true devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7.    Her determination to complete college.  People, I never even made it to my junior year!  I'm so proud that she strives to make good grades, and even when it's been tough at school, she's hanging tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8.    Her honesty.  She's not afraid to look you in the eye and tell you what she thinks.  Sometimes in a loving way, sometimes just straight up.  This is a new character strength in Addi's life - it's been amazing to watch it grow from her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9.    Her love of swishy skirts.  She's a romantic.  She wants to live in Paris and open a coffee shop.  She just bought a classic bicycle that's begging for a basket on the front and a bell on the handle.  She loves chick flicks.  And of course, Mr. Darcy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10.   Her strength.  I don't know many 19/almost 20 year olds who would remain awake during a heart procedure.  She faced fear dead on, and clung to God.  That was incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SMs_bT5BseI/AAAAAAAAAPY/15CeU7BwYCk/s1600-h/n721100373_3840462_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SMs_bT5BseI/AAAAAAAAAPY/15CeU7BwYCk/s400/n721100373_3840462_1403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245355929431552482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11.    Her heart for the lost.  Addi has a deep burden for those who don't know Jesus.  She has members of her family and her birth family that are lost, and it breaks her heart.  She is boldly developing relationships with some of them, praying and hoping to share Jesus' love with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12.    Her relationship with her brother.  They are so tight.  She constantly looks out for him, encourages him, teases him, but KNOWS him.  Even though he's much younger than her, their relationship is so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13.    Her writing.  Addi can express her heart so beautifully when she writes.  Sometimes witty or silly, sometimes quite deep and moving.  I love it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14.    Her love for my mom.  There's a connection there that I can't quite explain or understand.  They see each other rarely, and talk just a bit more.  But they love each other and it blesses me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15.    Her hair - it's HOT!  :-)  Seriously, it's thick with a slight natural curl to it.  So stinking gorgeous and so NOT me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16.    Her love of all things Hilary Duff.  HA!  Not really, but she was so sweet to me as a young teen, to tolerate my desire to know all things Hilary.  I figured Addi was a good excuse to go see every stinking movie she ever made.  heh heh.  So maybe this one should really be about how sweet you were to me during those silly days of duff.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17.    Her comfort items.  Once, on her blog, Addi posted a picture of the things that really got her through the day; the things she couldn't live without.  They were her iPod, cellphone, journal, Beth Moore bible study and her Bible.  That says so much about her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18.    Her purity.  She is commited to remaining morally pure until her wedding day.  To Addi, that means not even kissing.  That is incredible and so honorable.  You go girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19.    Her hip hop ways.  Ah yeah.  She keeps me in the know of everything ghetto.  She knows the talk, the walk, and all the signs to go with it.  Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20.    Her openness to me.  I am, undoubtedly, a very blessed birthmom.  I know of no other birthmom who has such a sweet relationship with her birthchild.  And it's because of Addi.  She has come to me with open arms and an open heart - sharing a tender friendship with me that I hold so dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Addison, I love you so much.  I pray this next year of life for you is filled with huge moments with God, adventure, good health, and good times.  You are precious, and such a gift.  I adore you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9081247362277032824-7199259555223232993?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7199259555223232993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=7199259555223232993' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7199259555223232993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7199259555223232993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/09/addison-barret-nicole.html' title='Addison Barret Nicole'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SMs_btG8JzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eObak_BHigE/s72-c/adoption+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-3400274401325751859</id><published>2008-09-10T21:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:01:08.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.xanga.com/resolved2worship"&gt;this on a blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; tonight and wow did it hit me.  I've heard people talk about lip service before, but don't recall reading it straight out like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"You have planted them, and they have taken root; they grow and bear fruit.  You are always on their lips but far from their hearts."  Jeremiah 12:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, okay.  I joined a new bible study today - CBS (Community Bible Study).  It's a bit like BSF, but more laid back.  There are several ladies from VCC there; none that I know too well, but I know them.  We are studying Proverbs and the wisdom of Solomon.  I am praying for true heart engagement this year, not just lip service.  One of my biggest fears is that I will continue to struggle with the same sin issues over and over, and never know victory in my life.  I can't help but hope that a heart truly His, given over to His leadership and wisdom, will truly know victory in every sense of the idea.  Pray that for me, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S.  A birthday post for precious Addison is coming tomorrow!  I promise!  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-3400274401325751859?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3400274401325751859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=3400274401325751859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3400274401325751859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3400274401325751859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/09/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-6592975989236076581</id><published>2008-09-06T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:08:21.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;i am: procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;wbr&gt;: I might watch a girly movie, since Scott's away&lt;br /&gt;i know:&lt;wbr&gt; that Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;i want:&lt;wbr&gt; for Scott to return from China&lt;br /&gt;i have:&lt;wbr&gt; a case of insomnia lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;i wish:&lt;wbr&gt; that I were a perfect mommy&lt;br /&gt;i hate:&lt;wbr&gt; that I don't exercise&lt;br /&gt;i miss:&lt;wbr&gt; my best girlfriend - Teresa&lt;br /&gt;i fear:&lt;wbr&gt; never changing, always dealing with the same sin issues over and over&lt;br /&gt;i feel:&lt;wbr&gt; thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;i hear:&lt;wbr&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;my children winding down for the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;i smell&lt;wbr&gt;: the air from the air conditioner - it's cold air and yes, it smells&lt;br /&gt;i crave&lt;wbr&gt;: solitude&lt;br /&gt;i searc&lt;wbr&gt;h: for old friends on facebook - ha!&lt;br /&gt;i wonde&lt;wbr&gt;r: who my children will become&lt;br /&gt;i regre&lt;wbr&gt;t: being stubborn with the Lord, knowing that when I do submit - peace comes&lt;br /&gt;i love:&lt;wbr&gt; thunderstorms and jane austen novels&lt;br /&gt;i ache:&lt;wbr&gt; for my brother and family to know Jesus&lt;br /&gt;i care:&lt;wbr&gt; that my children will know Jesus&lt;br /&gt;i alway&lt;wbr&gt;s: drink Diet DP - AMEN?&lt;br /&gt;i am not: going to bed anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;i belie&lt;wbr&gt;ve: tomorrow will be a productive day&lt;br /&gt;i dance&lt;wbr&gt;: like Elaine on Seinfeld  heh heh&lt;br /&gt;i sing:&lt;wbr&gt; constantly&lt;br /&gt;i don'&lt;wbr&gt;t alway&lt;wbr&gt;s: hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;i fight&lt;wbr&gt;: submission&lt;br /&gt;i write&lt;wbr&gt;: expressively; I feel I communicate better on paper&lt;br /&gt;i win: rarely ever&lt;br /&gt;i lose:&lt;wbr&gt; my keys, my debit card, my cell phone all the stinkin' time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;i never&lt;wbr&gt;: graduated college....  :-(&lt;br /&gt;i confu&lt;wbr&gt;se: my husband&lt;br /&gt;i liste&lt;wbr&gt;n: to my friends with heart felt emotion&lt;br /&gt;i can usual&lt;wbr&gt;ly be found&lt;wbr&gt;: with my children and a Diet DP in hand, most likely from Sonic&lt;br /&gt;i am scare&lt;wbr&gt;d: that my husband will die in a plane crash; he travels so much&lt;br /&gt;i need:&lt;wbr&gt; some serious time at a spa&lt;br /&gt;i am happy&lt;wbr&gt; about&lt;wbr&gt;: the prospect of a productive week, and my husband coming home next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:  all my friend who are reading this.  Leave a comment and let me know you're going to participate.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-6592975989236076581?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6592975989236076581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=6592975989236076581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6592975989236076581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6592975989236076581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-tag.html' title='A Random Tag'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-4475351767896682898</id><published>2008-08-30T22:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:04:44.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Turns Four!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLoO6OUgDqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4Dl9Yz8_XuQ/s1600-h/IMG__0412B_fhdr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLoO6OUgDqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4Dl9Yz8_XuQ/s400/IMG__0412B_fhdr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240517509838278306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl turned four this past week. We have had such fun celebrating her, Ian and Scott over the past weeks. It's a month long party at our house this time each year! And for the next few months, my babies will be 6, 5 and 4 years old; it helps justify the craziness that is my family when I think of their ages being so close. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the celebration off last Friday with a combined birthday party for Ian and Emma at Chuck E. Cheese's. Most likely this will be the last year I can do that - I'm sure Ian will want an "all boy" party next year. They invited a few of their closest friends from church and The Cube, and had lots of fun! Emma wanted a princess cake, and Ian wanted a Lightning McQueen cake, and Tom Thumb did a fabulous job making it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLoOap3_dhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LcSodoXcL2w/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLoOap3_dhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LcSodoXcL2w/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Mimi (my mom) and I took Emma to the American Girl Botique and Bistro for a celebration. Emma had been looking forward to this outing more than any other part of her birthday. The boys (including daddy) were SO tired of hearing Emma talk about going to the "dolly store!" The AG Bistro does such a fabulous job of putting together a girly lunch. The sandwiches and fruits are cut in fun shapes, the birthday cake was amazing, and even Bitty Baby gets her own menu. Emma felt loved and adored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLoOaeZ5MDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P0QTpfq8-UA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLoOaeZ5MDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P0QTpfq8-UA/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on Emma' s actual birth day (Tuesday) we had a celebration here at home. The traditional birthday muffin, along with gifts galore. The boys got her ponies (what is it with girls and their ponies?), and we got her a "rock star" outfit with microphone. This is what she really wanted! She immediately dressed up and gave us a concert - so precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLoYSMGUCaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/n9VBsOhKzB8/s1600-h/IMG__0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLoYSMGUCaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/n9VBsOhKzB8/s400/IMG__0609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240527817163409826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night as I put her to bed, I asked Emma, "So how does it feel to be four years old?" She replied in her ever dramatic way, "Mom, it's like, just SO AWESOME! I mean, I feel like a rock star!" Sweet girl, dream away! What a blessing she is to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-4475351767896682898?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4475351767896682898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=4475351767896682898' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4475351767896682898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4475351767896682898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/emma-turns-four.html' title='Emma Turns Four!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLoO6OUgDqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4Dl9Yz8_XuQ/s72-c/IMG__0412B_fhdr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-7863874733166406894</id><published>2008-08-25T21:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:07:35.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's First Day of 1st Grade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwiYd099I/AAAAAAAAAN0/pnakiaaD9dQ/s1600-h/IMG__0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwiYd099I/AAAAAAAAAN0/pnakiaaD9dQ/s400/IMG__0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239287846245038034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwkcijDDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ahkv308T6a4/s1600-h/IMG__0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwkcijDDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Ahkv308T6a4/s400/IMG__0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239287881698315314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy started 1st grade on Monday.  I am still in shock!  The night before, he laid out his carefully chosen clothes, brushed his teeth, and allowed this mommy some snuggle time before sleep.  I have some of my best conversations with Sam just before he sleeps - he's quite open and reveals much of his heart.  That night, he reminded me that he would miss me all day, and that he wanted me to pray for him.  He said he REALLY didn't want to go to public school.  He wanted me to pack his lunch, but "no notes this year mom, they are embarrassing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwjD65sdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Au0SBtpp9Bc/s1600-h/IMG__0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwjD65sdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Au0SBtpp9Bc/s400/IMG__0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239287857909707218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next morning, he requested eggs, bacon and sausage for breakfast, of which he only ate 2 pieces of bacon.  :-)  He told Ian and Emma that he would be gone all day, and that mom was going to pray for him.  I'm glad that sunk in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we packed up, and headed to school.  As we walked into the school, hand in hand, he whispered to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mooommmm, I really don't want to do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, remember, we talked about this last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know baby.  You can do this.  I'll be thinking of you all day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwlrlJa0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/hvGOgnhKDD0/s1600-h/IMG__0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwlrlJa0I/AAAAAAAAAOM/hvGOgnhKDD0/s400/IMG__0506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239287902915619650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into his classroom, and he put his backpack in his little locker.  Then we looked for his assigned seat, and noticed that the little girl next to his desk looked familiar.  I told Sam I thought that was Hayley from preschool.  He says, "Mom, I know...she's an old, old friend!"  It was a little hug from God that morning, providing an "old, old friend" in a class where he thought he knew no one, and making him completely at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwmnpUijI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OvMCCk4gCmw/s1600-h/IMG__0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwmnpUijI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OvMCCk4gCmw/s400/IMG__0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239287919039253042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWxzbYYY_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/VYJQMdgxgro/s1600-h/IMG__0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWxzbYYY_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/VYJQMdgxgro/s400/IMG__0508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239289238596903922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a good start to the school year - no hiding under a table in the corner of the classroom like last year, and more tangible evidence of God's provision and presence in Sam's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWx0L7vMbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BjMhyD8RXt0/s1600-h/IMG__0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWx0L7vMbI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BjMhyD8RXt0/s400/IMG__0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239289251630100914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWx0vU5BLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/iKevc5L_Oeo/s1600-h/IMG__0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWx0vU5BLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/iKevc5L_Oeo/s400/IMG__0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239289261130843314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we dropped Sam off, Scott and I took Ian and Emma to IHOP for our 2nd annual celebratory breakfast.  We did this last year when Sam started Kindergarten.  The babies had such fun having special time with us (after so much focus on Sam).  It won't be much longer til they start kindergarten - whatever will I do then?  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-7863874733166406894?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7863874733166406894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=7863874733166406894' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7863874733166406894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7863874733166406894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/sams-first-day-of-1st-grade.html' title='Sam&apos;s First Day of 1st Grade!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SLWwiYd099I/AAAAAAAAAN0/pnakiaaD9dQ/s72-c/IMG__0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-9208686687574814125</id><published>2008-08-20T15:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:51:08.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Well Spent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKyHa1oUv0I/AAAAAAAAANU/bQwQruHNCQw/s1600-h/n721100373_3840458_107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKyHa1oUv0I/AAAAAAAAANU/bQwQruHNCQw/s400/n721100373_3840458_107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236709361867603778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was able to spend several hours with my birthdaughter and friend, Addison.  She's getting ready to start her JUNIOR YEAR (how in the world did that happen?) of college, and her birthday is around the corner.  So we shopped...clothes, school supplies, dinner.  I stepped in mud, she ran into a rack of clothes, and we laughed...a lot.  Oh, and we found the ever elusive light blue folder with pockets and brads!!!  Can I get a witness?  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKyHbCQk-1I/AAAAAAAAANk/Ktudz35OnDw/s1600-h/n721100373_3840459_458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKyHbCQk-1I/AAAAAAAAANk/Ktudz35OnDw/s400/n721100373_3840459_458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236709365257665362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was hands down my most favorite visit with Addi.  She's coming into herself, discovering who God made her to be, and embracing it joyfully.  We had wonderful, meaningful conversations about God, church, friendships, life choices...you name it, we talked about it (right Addi, heh heh).  I left that night with such a fullness in my heart, and a better sense of what this amazing young woman is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKyHa2Z0Z5I/AAAAAAAAANc/r7PKXtJjT74/s1600-h/n721100373_3840462_1403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKyHa2Z0Z5I/AAAAAAAAANc/r7PKXtJjT74/s400/n721100373_3840462_1403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236709362075199378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addi, I do not take our relationship lightly; I know it is a great rarity among birthmoms/daughters.  I am grateful for every moment we spend together, perfect or not.  And I'm absolutely taken by who you are - a beautiful, precious child of God.  I love you!  WORD.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKyHbfvUZxI/AAAAAAAAANs/3ret72HLS7Y/s1600-h/n721100373_3840465_2357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKyHbfvUZxI/AAAAAAAAANs/3ret72HLS7Y/s400/n721100373_3840465_2357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236709373171230482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-9208686687574814125?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/9208686687574814125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=9208686687574814125' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/9208686687574814125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/9208686687574814125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-well-spent.html' title='Time Well Spent'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKyHa1oUv0I/AAAAAAAAANU/bQwQruHNCQw/s72-c/n721100373_3840458_107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2138872578370141042</id><published>2008-08-18T22:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:32:46.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change of Heart and a New Direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKpMB_k055I/AAAAAAAAANA/PDRQ4jAcdgc/s1600-h/IMG_20080503_3438_fhdr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKpMB_k055I/AAAAAAAAANA/PDRQ4jAcdgc/s400/IMG_20080503_3438_fhdr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236081113901098898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past several weeks, Scott and I have both felt a sense that God was leading us in a new direction regarding educating our children, yet neither one of us said anything.  Scott knew how badly I wanted to homeschool, and I didn't want Scott to think I couldn't handle it.  So we just kept heading toward a year of homeschooling.  Finally, we had a heart to heart, and have decided to put Sam in public school this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I disappointed?  Oh yeah.  Am I at all nervous about this new direction?  Yep.  But I totally and completely trust the Lord, His leading in our hearts, and His best interests for my family.  His heart is toward us.  I know that in following the Lord in obedience, and remaining under His authority, His blessings and all that come with it will prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we enrolled Sam in 1st grade at his new school.  We bought school supplies (except for the ever elusive light blue pocket folder with brads...lol), picked out a new lunchbox and backpack, and some new socks and tshirts.  Oh yeah, and new sneakers.  Meet the teacher night is on Wednesday, and a date night for Mommy and Sam on Thursday.  And school...that starts on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam goes back and forth between nervousness and excitement.  This morning when he woke, Sam told me he'd dreamed that he attended school.  He was happy about it.  Then later this afternoon, he threw away his new lunchbox because, "I'm not going to school Mommy."  And the big heart breaker...."But Mommy, Ian and Emma will get to spend ALL day with you, and I won't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our plan for this year...this month, this semester.  :-)  We'll see how it goes.  God is good and faithful and He loves us.  Oh - and I chose to share this news on my blog to spare me having to make 100 phone calls.  Gotta love technology!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-2138872578370141042?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2138872578370141042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2138872578370141042' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2138872578370141042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2138872578370141042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/change-of-heart-and-new-direction.html' title='A Change of Heart and a New Direction'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SKpMB_k055I/AAAAAAAAANA/PDRQ4jAcdgc/s72-c/IMG_20080503_3438_fhdr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2325194744676440643</id><published>2008-08-03T19:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:59:56.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things I love about Ian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJZROUr-j-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/qmjckm5q_e8/s1600-h/IMG_20080804_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJZROUr-j-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/qmjckm5q_e8/s400/IMG_20080804_0307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230457323750592482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In honor of my sweet boy turning 5 years old, I'm posting 5 things I love about Ian Weslee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  His tender heart.  Ian has always been my sweet, tender hearted boy who is sensitive to others.  If someone is sick, sad, or hurting, he is always right there to give hugs and kisses.  He seeks out the brokenhearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  His creativity.  Ian is my creative one, and most often is found coloring, drawing, painting, or writing stories (in his own special script).  He does NOT like to perform in front of others, but does enjoy showing off his creations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  His sensitivity to the things of God.  When Ian first joined Upward Soccer, he carried his little Bible around everywhere, trying to read it.  He said he wanted to know more and more about God.  When he prays, he's either awfully silly or incredibly tender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  His desire to help.  Ian always comes running when I (or anyone else) needs help doing something.  He loves to have a clean room, loves helping tidy the house, and always wants to help cook or fold clothes.  What a husband he will make one day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  His love for his siblings.  Ian LOVES his big brother and little sister.  Yes, they fight like wild animals, but oh how he loves them.  I so enjoy hearing him playing "house" with Emma, and he calls her "dear" just like Scott calls me.  They say they love each other and he takes such good care of her.  I pray his relationship with them only grows and sweetens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian, you are an amazing blessing to your family.  I could list a million things that I love about you!  We are so proud of you for being a courageous boy, for working hard at your speech, and for learning to obey mommy &amp;amp; daddy.  We are so glad God chose you to be in our family!!!  We know that God has great things in store for your giant heart - we will cheer you on each step of the way.  We love you sweet one!&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/9081247362277032824-2325194744676440643?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2325194744676440643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2325194744676440643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2325194744676440643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2325194744676440643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-things-i-love-about-ian.html' title='5 things I love about Ian...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJZROUr-j-I/AAAAAAAAAMk/qmjckm5q_e8/s72-c/IMG_20080804_0307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-4661706613873881273</id><published>2008-08-01T23:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:38:07.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian...through the years</title><content type='html'>Just a few weeks old in 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiJogFkBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JcuY8LTVDgw/s1600-h/DSC06872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiJogFkBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JcuY8LTVDgw/s400/DSC06872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229772247425978386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On vacation in Hunt, TX 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiKru-01I/AAAAAAAAAL8/WGYbKGpu33U/s1600-h/DSC08724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiKru-01I/AAAAAAAAAL8/WGYbKGpu33U/s400/DSC08724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229772265473626962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After having some yummy ice cream - 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiLMbfcLI/AAAAAAAAAME/upyZkewbIj0/s1600-h/DSC03476bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiLMbfcLI/AAAAAAAAAME/upyZkewbIj0/s400/DSC03476bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229772274250248370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sadly, the curls are gone!  2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiLk_9DCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hMLaOx2yf4w/s1600-h/IMG_5676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiLk_9DCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hMLaOx2yf4w/s400/IMG_5676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229772280845634594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughtful one...Kosse, TX  2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiMYJnTII/AAAAAAAAAMU/DgtXcJss2DA/s1600-h/IMG_20070903_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiMYJnTII/AAAAAAAAAMU/DgtXcJss2DA/s400/IMG_20070903_0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229772294576360578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My big boy on the beach (Okaloosa Island, FL) - 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPkWaSG5_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/hqA-GbCQh1w/s1600-h/IMG_20080529_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPkWaSG5_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/hqA-GbCQh1w/s400/IMG_20080529_1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229774665970804722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-4661706613873881273?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4661706613873881273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=4661706613873881273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4661706613873881273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4661706613873881273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/ianthrough-years.html' title='Ian...through the years'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJPiJogFkBI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JcuY8LTVDgw/s72-c/DSC06872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2752203905082588073</id><published>2008-08-01T17:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:11:00.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ian!</title><content type='html'>My sweet Ian turned 5 last Sunday!  How did that happen?  I was just looking through his ABC scrapbook recently and was amazed how quickly the time has passed.  I miss his precious curls and cute dimples...but I'm grateful for the boy he's becoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the day off with a traditional birthday muffin.  I'll never forget on Ian's 2nd birthday, he reached out to touch the candle before I could stop him and burned himself.  His pictures from that year are not so endearing.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON32nrpBI/AAAAAAAAALM/rAyVK4QCAnI/s1600-h/IMG_20080727_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON32nrpBI/AAAAAAAAALM/rAyVK4QCAnI/s400/IMG_20080727_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229679583001551890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian decided he wanted hot dogs, hamburgers, cupcakes and ice cream for his family birthday party.  So dad delivered!  Scott started the grill in the awful heat, and made yummy burgers and dogs for us.  Ian also requested sprinkles on his chocolate cupcakes with vanilla/blue icing, thank you very much!  Mimi (my mom) and Uncle Carl (Scott's brother) made it for the party.  He was surrounded by family and lots of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorating his cupcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON5jkeucI/AAAAAAAAALk/noy3WlzN_-M/s1600-h/IMG_20080728_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON5jkeucI/AAAAAAAAALk/noy3WlzN_-M/s400/IMG_20080728_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229679612247587266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets so embarassed when we sing to him.  I love how he looks to me for support.  Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON48znuoI/AAAAAAAAALc/g3UF2u2WVvs/s1600-h/IMG_20080728_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON48znuoI/AAAAAAAAALc/g3UF2u2WVvs/s400/IMG_20080728_0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229679601842109058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON4bHahYI/AAAAAAAAALU/hdSh5Nkxa_0/s1600-h/IMG_20080728_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON4bHahYI/AAAAAAAAALU/hdSh5Nkxa_0/s400/IMG_20080728_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229679592798324098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved opening his presents - he was so happy!  He kept running around telling everyone, "thank you so much" for the gifts.  It fills my heart to see my children so happy!  A glimpse of how God must feel as he watches us experience His blessings.  Happy Birthday Ian Weslee, you are loved!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of Ian's favorite gifts...a Lightning McQueen tent.  He's slept in it every night since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON59wmXXI/AAAAAAAAALs/g3Iy7m2M-m0/s1600-h/IMG_20080728_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON59wmXXI/AAAAAAAAALs/g3Iy7m2M-m0/s400/IMG_20080728_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229679619277741426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-2752203905082588073?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2752203905082588073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2752203905082588073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2752203905082588073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2752203905082588073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-ian.html' title='Happy Birthday Ian!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SJON32nrpBI/AAAAAAAAALM/rAyVK4QCAnI/s72-c/IMG_20080727_0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-5064350048941275118</id><published>2008-07-28T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:56:04.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting....</title><content type='html'>Well, okay, it was really Karate...but what a GREAT song!  :-)  Sam has been taking karate class all summer, and has loved it!  Every week after class, he says he wants to quit because his muscles hurt; but then he always wants to go back the next week.  This weekend he participated in his first tournament, and had so much fun.  Scott always takes him to his class, so I'd never seen him spar before.  It was so exciting to watch, and he was proud when he finished his competition.  Here are some pictures from my little kung fu fighter's tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to compete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SI_z2WtlugI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7fOT_US4tug/s1600-h/IMG_20080727_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SI_z2WtlugI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7fOT_US4tug/s400/IMG_20080727_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228665807535716866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the sparring begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SI_z26844kI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2AIEGUiHyyU/s1600-h/IMG_20080727_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SI_z26844kI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2AIEGUiHyyU/s400/IMG_20080727_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228665817263563330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 30 seconds later, it's over!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SI_z3gTZxUI/AAAAAAAAALE/hvhHJm3J7yc/s1600-h/IMG_20080727_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SI_z3gTZxUI/AAAAAAAAALE/hvhHJm3J7yc/s400/IMG_20080727_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228665827290105154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-5064350048941275118?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5064350048941275118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=5064350048941275118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5064350048941275118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5064350048941275118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/everybody-was-kung-fu-fighting.html' title='Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting....'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SI_z2WtlugI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7fOT_US4tug/s72-c/IMG_20080727_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-6632580915898919756</id><published>2008-07-21T22:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:42:13.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the newest member of our family....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SIVV-_CdNjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q7HzwtUJRrQ/s1600-h/IMG_20080722_3708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SIVV-_CdNjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q7HzwtUJRrQ/s320/IMG_20080722_3708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225677483195315762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LILY the puppy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited to have this sweet little one join our family! My brother, who told us about the puppy, met Scott and the kids in McKinney to hand her over.  Lily is a black lab; her father is papered, but her mom is a mixed lab. She had 7 siblings who were black or chocolate. She is about 7 weeks old and so smart! She already whines when she needs to potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SIVV-5FtawI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-PNUHiGt0ac/s1600-h/IMG_20080722_3707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SIVV-5FtawI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/-PNUHiGt0ac/s320/IMG_20080722_3707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225677481598348034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids brought her home just as I was leaving for Bunko tonight.  In her first few minutes at home, she jumped on the trampoline and swam in the pool.  We had such fun just watching her eat tonight.  She started out sitting at her bowl, and then gave up and just laid in front of her bowl, a paw on each side.  So precious!  Now she is completely worn out and resting peacefully.  Her current resting place is in a crate next to Sam's bed.  We'll see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SIVWbs56zVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EXqRrq6Freg/s1600-h/IMG_20080722_3706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SIVWbs56zVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EXqRrq6Freg/s320/IMG_20080722_3706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225677976543874386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-6632580915898919756?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6632580915898919756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=6632580915898919756' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6632580915898919756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6632580915898919756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/introducing-newest-member-of-our-family.html' title='Introducing the newest member of our family....'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SIVV-_CdNjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Q7HzwtUJRrQ/s72-c/IMG_20080722_3708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-1260456391484746943</id><published>2008-07-19T21:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:34:00.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging...</title><content type='html'>Well, I am in a rut and have found little in my life right now that I deem blog worthy.  So, in an effort to appease my friends and readers, I will share a few noteworthy quotes from my current reads and from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...an unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences."  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence &lt;/span&gt;(she is so brilliant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was one of the great livery- stableman's most masterly intuitions to have discovered that Americans want to get away from amusement even more quickly than they want to get to it."  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"In spite of illness, in spite even of the arch-enemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways."  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edith Wharton, A Backward Glance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(her autobiography)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Mommy, what rhymes with fart?  Oh, I know!  Barf!  Right mommy?  Okay, now, what rhymes with poop?"  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam, during dinner tonight at Chili's &lt;/span&gt;(what stimulating conversation with a six year old...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-1260456391484746943?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1260456391484746943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=1260456391484746943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/1260456391484746943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/1260456391484746943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogging.html' title='Blogging...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-234157250492906410</id><published>2008-06-19T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:12:31.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Says...</title><content type='html'>A tag from a special &lt;a href="http://amy-momof3.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt;, because I'm experiencing brain overload and need something mindless to do...  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I'm diggin' today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Ian are in VBS, learning about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;All the major staff positions for Creative Arts Camp are filled!&lt;br /&gt;I got to take a shower today.&lt;br /&gt;It's raining.&lt;br /&gt;I like the smell of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I'm not diggin' today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma threw a major fit at VBS today, so I had to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;The woman who was "watching" her at the desk was quite rude.&lt;br /&gt;This greatly hindered my plans for a morning of shopping...alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;People are fallible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things on my to do list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up boys from VBS and take all children (inlcluding baby Izzy) to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Buy birthday gifts for Lana and Tessa.&lt;br /&gt;Make doctor appointment for Emma.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to Rondi Allen about leading Little Crowns.&lt;br /&gt;Catch up on my Bible Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 cars I've had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow/White GMC pickup&lt;br /&gt;Rust Chevy pickup (yep, I'm a cowgirl...NOT)&lt;br /&gt;White Ford Pinto&lt;br /&gt;Peach Mercury Zephyr (I was so poor)&lt;br /&gt;Gold Dodge Grand Caravan (hey, at least it's not 50 years old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 books I love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;The Age of Innoncence - Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;The Structure of Singing - Richard Miller&lt;br /&gt;My Grandfather's Son - Clarence Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 memorable moments:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.9.88  My birthdaughter's birth&lt;br /&gt;11.19.94  Marrying Scott&lt;br /&gt;12.1.01  Sam's birth&lt;br /&gt;7.27.03  Ian's birth&lt;br /&gt;8.26.04  Emma's birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag, you're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-234157250492906410?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/234157250492906410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=234157250492906410' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/234157250492906410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/234157250492906410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/06/survey-says.html' title='Survey Says...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-5018543802639292739</id><published>2008-06-03T17:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:34:29.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>My birthdaughter, &lt;a href="http://mylovelygenesis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Addison&lt;/a&gt;, was recently diagnosed with a heart condition called &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/tc/supraventricular-tachycardia-overview"&gt;Supraventricular Tachycardia&lt;/a&gt;.  Addi is having heart surgery (which could be up to 12 hours long) on Tuesday, June 17th to hopefully correct this.  I'll be driving up on the 16th to be with her and her mom, coming back on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Addi, that God would pour His peace on her as she prepares to have this surgery.  Also pray for her family (and me) as they minister healing to her after the surgery.  And of course, pray the surgery goes well and is successful in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for covering Addi and her family in prayer.  You are loved and appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-5018543802639292739?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5018543802639292739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=5018543802639292739' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5018543802639292739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5018543802639292739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-8590656995998308505</id><published>2008-06-02T22:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:06:44.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from our trip.  We stayed at the Waterscape Condos on Okaloosa Island.  This is the first year they were open, and everything was so clean and new, and definitely the nicest we've ever stayed at!  Scott and I laughed because we are certain we were the first to use the appliances in our condo.  Our balcony looked right out to the ocean and pier in the distance.  So beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This resort had a huge waterpark area in the middle for kids.  Lazy River, splash toys, pirate ship slide, waterfalls and deeper areas for the older kids.  We were also steps from the beach, so you could decide to go for a dip in the pool, then walk right back out to the beach.  The sand was sugary white and so soft.  The water was absolutely gorgeous, varying from caribbean greens to crystal blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was harder to get pictures of our family this year, because we were alone and Scott always had to scurry to get his spot before the camera went off.  The memories made were amazing.  I'm so thankful we are able to take trips like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SETBE-BDd3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/g1OcFgpoFsA/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SETBE-BDd3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/g1OcFgpoFsA/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SETBFOBDd4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/e2fd8hymv1o/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SETBFOBDd4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/e2fd8hymv1o/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-8590656995998308505?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8590656995998308505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=8590656995998308505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8590656995998308505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8590656995998308505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SETBE-BDd3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/g1OcFgpoFsA/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-3894591315884114950</id><published>2008-06-02T15:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:57:59.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Tag</title><content type='html'>So I got this idea from a friend of a friend of a friend. This is such a creative way to tell people a little about yourself. You have to find the pictures for your answers through google or in your own collection.  Be sure to let me know if you decide to play along!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My age on my next birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.43things.com/entry/00/01/d4/119895l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.43things.com/entry/00/01/d4/119895l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-17499880.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B10FBA297-4470-47E0-ACF8-477D08345939%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 236px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-17499880.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7B10FBA297-4470-47E0-ACF8-477D08345939%7D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goal for next year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://disneyworld.orlandovacation.com/images/disney_world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://disneyworld.orlandovacation.com/images/disney_world.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/12/20/pink2_narrowweb__300x488,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/12/20/pink2_narrowweb__300x488,0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for those who don't know who she is, another image of my favorite color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jbquiltingfabrics.co.uk/shop/images/Toile%20Pink%2025437-b_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://jbquiltingfabrics.co.uk/shop/images/Toile%20Pink%2025437-b_z.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worldvitalrecords.com/news/volume1issue38/texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.worldvitalrecords.com/news/volume1issue38/texas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nickname growing up: (plus "ie")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://library.thinkquest.org/10624/media/burns.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://library.thinkquest.org/10624/media/burns.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;My major in college:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bocelliland.com/myPictures/Carmen_opera.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bocelliland.com/myPictures/Carmen_opera.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place I'd like to visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://matrix.millersamuel.com/wp-content/paris/parisnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://matrix.millersamuel.com/wp-content/paris/parisnight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A favorite thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://janeaustensworld.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/confessions-of-a-jane-austen-addict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://janeaustensworld.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/confessions-of-a-jane-austen-addict.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mexicansugarskull.com/mexicansugarskull/pics/02BOOKS/MexicanCalendarGirlCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mexicansugarskull.com/mexicansugarskull/pics/02BOOKS/MexicanCalendarGirlCover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A favorite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.transitionsabroad.com/images/maps/europe_abroad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.transitionsabroad.com/images/maps/europe_abroad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pet's name:  (minus the gene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.nj.com/whitty/2007/10/large_GENEONE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blog.nj.com/whitty/2007/10/large_GENEONE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-3894591315884114950?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3894591315884114950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=3894591315884114950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3894591315884114950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3894591315884114950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/06/creative-tag.html' title='Creative Tag'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-6556722283521437009</id><published>2008-06-01T23:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:38:48.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SEN43eBDd1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UIpS6kJkSV0/s1600-h/IMG_20080531_1101d_fhdr_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SEN43eBDd1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UIpS6kJkSV0/s320/IMG_20080531_1101d_fhdr_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are back from our vacation and had such an incredible time!  This is the first trip we've taken that has been "just us."  Every vacation prior to this, we've always had our niece Mia with us.  We've also had my mom on one trip, and my dad and step-mom on another.  So this was a whole new experience for us, and we loved it!  Other than a quick visit to the Gulfarium (a very small version of Sea World) we spent all of our time on the beach or in the pools.  Emma and I did have one shopping afternoon out, and we had dinner out a couple of nights.  We ate watermelon by the pool, hot dogs on the patio, built sand castles galore, looked in vain for sea shells, and soaked up some sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pictures as Scott finishes his editing.  It sure is hard to come back home to chores, commitments, and real life!  :-)&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-6556722283521437009?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6556722283521437009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=6556722283521437009' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6556722283521437009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6556722283521437009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SEN43eBDd1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UIpS6kJkSV0/s72-c/IMG_20080531_1101d_fhdr_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-6271122753549066018</id><published>2008-05-19T00:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:26:55.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah, I'm Hip</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm officially the hippest 40-something mom around!  Thanks to some of my precious girlfriends, I am now the proud owner of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SDEN5QdwksI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Sgwz2D0oG-c/s1600-h/315lQn%2B1TwL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 213px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SDEN5QdwksI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Sgwz2D0oG-c/s320/315lQn%2B1TwL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201954321913123522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes, let's all stop and enjoy the beauty of this little ipod shuffle for a moment.  Yep, I'm cool.  I'm so cool that it took me 2.5 hours to figure out the blasted little guy, and as I was attempting to plug it in/charge it/download songs, I realized our computer didn't have enough usb ports because it's so stinkin' outdated.  :-)  That's how cool and hip I am.  So I had to unplug the keyboard to plug in the ipod, but then when I needed to type, I had to do a little shuffling of my own.  heh.  Sweet mercy, I need a little updating around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I absolutely love this thing.  It's 12:30am, and I'm jamming to Big Daddy Weave while I type.  I can barely even hear the sound of my fingers hitting the keys on the keyboard.  The scary thing is, several times I've caught myself about to sing out loud, and I mean OUT LOUD!  My poor babies would be frightened out of their beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my girlfriends who celebrated me tonight, thank you so so much for blessing me with your friendships.  And thank you for working together to make me one hip mama.  You are deeply loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how do I turn this thing up?&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/9081247362277032824-6271122753549066018?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6271122753549066018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=6271122753549066018' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6271122753549066018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6271122753549066018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-yeah-im-hip.html' title='Oh Yeah, I&apos;m Hip'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SDEN5QdwksI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Sgwz2D0oG-c/s72-c/315lQn%2B1TwL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-9037857423266386858</id><published>2008-05-12T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:50:22.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Greeting</title><content type='html'>I've had such a lovely birthday and mother's day weekend.  Cards, calls, messages, flowers, dinner out, and a lovely birthday greeting via blogger from my birthdaughter.  It is so cute, I just have to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovelygenesis.blogspot.com"&gt;Addi's birthday message to me (click here).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more celebrating coming up which I am looking forward to!  Thanks to everyone for making this a great day for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-9037857423266386858?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/9037857423266386858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=9037857423266386858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/9037857423266386858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/9037857423266386858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-greeting.html' title='A Birthday Greeting'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-7123489915752948998</id><published>2008-05-06T08:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:48:58.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations in Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SCBhefBqhxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7cieGU37Abc/s1600-h/IMG_20080503_3438_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SCBhefBqhxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7cieGU37Abc/s320/IMG_20080503_3438_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197261146338002706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday when I picked Sam up from his "3rd to the last day of school" (ha), we went through the normal routine of talking through his day.  It went a bit like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hey buddy!  I missed you today!  How did school go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:  Well, it was okay.  Jack had to leave early, and Ben pushed me down during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm so sorry about that.  Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:  And then Gracie told me she doesn't want to marry me any more.  She's gonna marry some guy from California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Really?  Wow, that's awful!  What's his name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:  Oh, I don't really remember.  I told her I'd be a good husband.  All she'd have to do is relax.  I'd take care of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  She's really going to miss out then.  You will make a great husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam:  Yeah, I'm pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tenderness of his heart, the innocence of kindergarten.  Precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-7123489915752948998?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7123489915752948998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=7123489915752948998' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7123489915752948998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7123489915752948998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/05/conversations-in-kindergarten.html' title='Conversations in Kindergarten'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SCBhefBqhxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7cieGU37Abc/s72-c/IMG_20080503_3438_fhdr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-4683634715599770422</id><published>2008-05-04T20:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:52:29.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SB5sWvBqhvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Dz5DdqxP4f4/s1600-h/dxc__mr1849002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SB5sWvBqhvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Dz5DdqxP4f4/s320/dxc__mr1849002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196710157868500722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today Scott and I attended a concert by Kirk Franklin at the Bass Performance Hall in Ft. Worth.  First, if you've never been to the hall, it's a must see.  It's one of the more beautiful concert halls I've been in.  Scott and I have been there several times, and every time I go it happens to me all over again.  They have concerts and musicals of all types, including children's concerts.  You should definitely check it out.  It's location in downtown Ft. Worth is ideal, surrounded by great restaurants, shopping, and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concert was amazing, and that's just a huge understatement.  When Kirk came on stage, my first thought was, wow, he's really short.  :-)  Then he brought the house lights up so he could "see my people."  He commented on how beautiful it was to look out and see a glimpse of what heaven will be like.  All colors, denominations, educations and backgrounds.  Scott and I were surprised to see as many white people at the concert as we did, yet still in the minority.  And you know what, it didn't matter a bit.  We worshiped together as one body, one voice, one heart.  And yeah, I learned a few new dance moves and hand gestures.  Look out!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early on, Kirk addressed the married couples in the audience.  In a world where marriages are falling apart and families are under heavy attack, he encouraged us to stay strong.  Then he played a funky beat and had us dance with each other!  It was the best!  There were couples young, old, and everything in between dancing in the aisles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the black gospel aspect of Kirk's music, I think another thing I'm attracted to is the "realness" of his songs.  It's not fluff, it's not a bandaid, although you feel hopeful when listening - it's not intended to make you feel all sweet and sugary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just real life.  The pain, the hurts, the injustices, the failures.  And God, all up in the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song on my blog today is from his latest album, and he sang it today.  Bold stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, baby, for blessing me with this great concert!  I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-4683634715599770422?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4683634715599770422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=4683634715599770422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4683634715599770422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4683634715599770422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/05/concert.html' title='The Concert'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SB5sWvBqhvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Dz5DdqxP4f4/s72-c/dxc__mr1849002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-3840436419716852278</id><published>2008-05-01T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:30:09.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perils of Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SBp8WfBqhuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OedckKQqyRY/s1600-h/IMG_20080418_3371b_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SBp8WfBqhuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OedckKQqyRY/s320/IMG_20080418_3371b_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195601845852735202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Emma has been performing rather well at her potty-training task.  She wears panties 24/7 and rarely has an accident.  However, today has been quite challenging for her...she has a tummy bug.  She has been running to the potty all day it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point this afternoon, I went to check on her in the bathroom.  While sitting atop her throne, Emma informed me:  "Mommy, I'm tired of pooping.  I've been pooping all day.  I QUIT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my word, that made me laugh so hard.  Poor thing, I understand.  Would be nice if we could just up and quit, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-3840436419716852278?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3840436419716852278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=3840436419716852278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3840436419716852278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3840436419716852278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/05/perils-of-potty-training.html' title='The Perils of Potty Training'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SBp8WfBqhuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OedckKQqyRY/s72-c/IMG_20080418_3371b_fhdr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-8333948225748993356</id><published>2008-05-01T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:20:01.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Thank You Thank You!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've been &lt;a href="http://mandigirl-muses.blogspot.com"&gt;Amandanized&lt;/a&gt;!  :-)  She is utterly amazing and so, so talented.  Thank you, Amanda, for this incredible design.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-8333948225748993356?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8333948225748993356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=8333948225748993356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8333948225748993356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8333948225748993356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank You Thank You Thank You!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2971368197149529287</id><published>2008-04-25T21:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:25:52.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could It Be???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SBKSE_BqhqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KV-Qsykzf_E/s1600-h/2179904580_41d9129bf3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SBKSE_BqhqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KV-Qsykzf_E/s320/2179904580_41d9129bf3_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193373934647150242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That my obstinate little 3 1/2 year old is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; going to potty train for her mommy?  It looks that way.....  Yesterday morning, we ran out of pullups.  And you know what, this momma wasn't about to drive to the store to get any.  Nope, nuh-uh, no way!  I told Emma flat out, "Baby, we just don't have any more."  So she put on panties.  And when it came time for bed, I still didn't have any pullups.  So she kept her panties on.  She even woke herself up at about 12:30am to go potty!  Now what in the world is that all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried the whole "we're out of pullups" game before...and then pulled one out at bedtime and lost the game.  But this time, it was no game.  And it looks like it's paying off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's all bow in prayer and ask our gracious Lord to please have mercy on this very tired momma, and let her Emma truly be potty trained!  Thank You Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-2971368197149529287?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2971368197149529287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2971368197149529287' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2971368197149529287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2971368197149529287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/04/could-it-be.html' title='Could It Be???'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SBKSE_BqhqI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KV-Qsykzf_E/s72-c/2179904580_41d9129bf3_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-8818505844258741203</id><published>2008-04-22T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:50:44.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>So, my friend &lt;a href="http://jjandtheboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny and the Jets&lt;/a&gt; (heh heh) tagged me.  I'm supposed to put up pictures of me from the old days.  So don't laugh, cause I'm so much stinkin' older than any of you other people participating!  :-)  Anyway, I don't have a lot to choose from, just some of the ones we had scanned in for our adoption scrapbooks.  Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me at about 6 months...nice 'doo huh?  My mom made this dress as she did most of my clothes.  She's an amazing seamstress!  It's red velvet with a white collar.  I still have it!  And I have a sweet little locket on too.  Have no idea where that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLPBqhlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LrxlfC17N9Q/s1600-h/6+mos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLPBqhlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LrxlfC17N9Q/s320/6+mos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192263535277278802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'm about 4 in this picture.  Again, nice hair; and nice bug eyes too.  This was taken at the trailer house we lived in off and on for the first 8 years of my life.  Amazing aluminum Christmas tree in the background.  Those are so high dollar now.  :-) We also had one of those color wheels that spinned around and the tree always looked different colors...obviously I was born in the 60's right?  That's my little brother in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLfBqhmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IC2ehZuchy4/s1600-h/6+yrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLfBqhmI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IC2ehZuchy4/s320/6+yrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192263539572246114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you feeling the love yet?  :-)  Okay, I'm about 6 here I think.  I always did want to be a cheerleader or a majorette.  Nice looong hair now.  And lovely outfit made by my momma.  This picture was taken at my Grandma Shelton's house (the one I recently took my children too...another post a comin').  That's my cousin Doug in the background.  He's a farmer like his daddy.  Love the wooden door and the old door knobs.  I love that house generally speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLfBqhnI/AAAAAAAAAII/hmC-tKY4k4Y/s1600-h/7+yrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLfBqhnI/AAAAAAAAAII/hmC-tKY4k4Y/s320/7+yrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192263539572246130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward a few years, and here I am in 9th grade.  Feathered bangs were all the rage.  I think I'd been through the Captain and Tennille and Dorothy Hamill haircuts before that.  Aw yeah, I was stylin'.  Have sweet mercy.  Those goofy little ties were hot too.  Don't get that at all.  I thought I was so cool because I had one of those ties on.  I had on blue eye shadow too, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLvBqhpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hqz2uD4KekY/s1600-h/14+yrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLvBqhpI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Hqz2uD4KekY/s320/14+yrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192263543867213458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of pictures I had already scanned...so we'll go on to my 20's.  I think I was like 22 in this picture?  No, it was more like 25.  I was home from Liberty for Christmas.  This is at my mom's house, with her sharpei.  I can't remember his name...surprised right?  :-)  Anyway, that's all I have.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLvBqhoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uhm-d2ecYpM/s1600-h/25+yrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLvBqhoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uhm-d2ecYpM/s320/25+yrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192263543867213442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the fun girls!  Can't wait to see more of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-8818505844258741203?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8818505844258741203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=8818505844258741203' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8818505844258741203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8818505844258741203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SA6gLPBqhlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LrxlfC17N9Q/s72-c/6+mos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-6331419106327578592</id><published>2008-04-12T21:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:52:41.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cribbed</title><content type='html'>We were on our way out of the church parking lot tonight, when we passed a sweet family who is about to adopt a little boy.  I mentioned to my kids that it would only be a few more weeks until their new baby brother would be here.  Sam, my oldest, said, "Oh, he's coming out of their mom's tummy?"  I said that he already came out of his birthmom's tummy and would be adopted, just like Sam came out of his own birthmom's tummy and was adopted.  I also told him this little boy most likely would come from an orphanage in another country.  "Oh, I know what that is."  Sam went on to explain that the birthmom's put their baby's in baby clothes (after cleaning them off), and put them in a crib in an orphanage...."they get cribbed, mom."  Then the parents come in and "pick out the baby that he or she wants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a new term.  Cribbed.  Oh. my. word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love teaching my children about all the many different types of adoption.  How their own adoptions are similar or different.  We also love pointing out women in our circle of friends who have babies growing in their tummies.  They are so good to let my kids rub their bellies and ask questions, and feel the kicks.  I want them to know about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know, it's all miracles.  All of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SAF04URyoHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fFYPCQlqYA0/s1600-h/2076706969_c3c422566c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SAF04URyoHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fFYPCQlqYA0/s400/2076706969_c3c422566c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188556756572348530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-6331419106327578592?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6331419106327578592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=6331419106327578592' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6331419106327578592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6331419106327578592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/04/cribbed.html' title='Cribbed'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SAF04URyoHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fFYPCQlqYA0/s72-c/2076706969_c3c422566c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-605727170289034090</id><published>2008-04-05T21:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:56:52.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Getta Wha Wha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R_hl9SIUKbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pD8_DovZ4N4/s1600-h/bass2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R_hl9SIUKbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pD8_DovZ4N4/s400/bass2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186007074430265778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right!  I'm going to see Kirk Franklin for my birthday in May!  AW YEAH!  Last year it was Harry Connick Jr., a little class, a little jazz.  This year, a little soul for my soul...you know what I'm sayin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT WAIT!  (Thanks, honey, for the awesome birthday present!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-605727170289034090?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/605727170289034090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=605727170289034090' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/605727170289034090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/605727170289034090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-i-getta-wha-wha.html' title='Can I Getta Wha Wha?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R_hl9SIUKbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pD8_DovZ4N4/s72-c/bass2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-649254230529979409</id><published>2008-03-29T23:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:41:00.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Ball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today marked the beginning of the Spring Season for Sam's t-ball team.  It was "Opening Day."  Wow - it's a big deal to them.  They had a huge parade from McAulliffe Elementary to the ballpark, with festivities on the field.  Pictures at 2:00pm and a game at 3:00pm.  It was a full day to say the least.  This is Sam's second season playing for the Red Sox, and he really enjoys it.  He's a good head taller than the other boys on his team.  I just look at him and wonder how quickly the rest of his "school years" will pass.  It all whirls by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-8WaCIUKUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/E7ltKp39sEI/s1600-h/IMG_20080330_3109_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-8WaCIUKUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/E7ltKp39sEI/s400/IMG_20080330_3109_fhdr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-8WbCIUKWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HhK0yF1vJP4/s1600-h/IMG_20080329_3081b_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-8WbCIUKWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HhK0yF1vJP4/s400/IMG_20080329_3081b_fhdr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few days ago, Sam and I had a date night at Starbucks.  He had a hot chocolate and I had an Awake tea.  We shared pumpkin loaf.  Yum.  I love these special dates with Sam.  He tends to open up his heart in the most innocent ways, and share his thoughts with me.  One little insight he shared was this:  "You know mommy, Jesus has about this much of my heart."  (He moves his hand over about 3/4 of the area of his heart.)  "But the devil still has this much."  (He motions over the remaining bit).  I truly do forget what I said or what he said directly after this.  I was moved.  The battle for our children's hearts, minds, souls, attentions and affections is ferocious.  Oh Lord, walk with him.  I am so blessed to be the mommy of this precious, tenderhearted boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-8WaiIUKVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eG47EiXPC7Q/s1600-h/IMG_20080329_3086b_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-8WaiIUKVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eG47EiXPC7Q/s400/IMG_20080329_3086b_fhdr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Ball!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-8WaCIUKUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/E7ltKp39sEI/s72-c/IMG_20080330_3109_fhdr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-5247370257106952089</id><published>2008-03-24T13:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:44:12.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB6yIUKOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X00G7gucjzM/s1600-h/IMG_20080322_2893_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB6yIUKOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X00G7gucjzM/s320/IMG_20080322_2893_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181393480690444514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gBCyIUKJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VY4ChZNgkiE/s1600-h/IMG_20080322_2871_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gBCyIUKJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VY4ChZNgkiE/s320/IMG_20080322_2871_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181392518617770130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gBDiIUKKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mHpfrWl23G0/s1600-h/IMG_20080322_2928_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gBDiIUKKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mHpfrWl23G0/s320/IMG_20080322_2928_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181392531502672034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gBEyIUKLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/s-TNzj4fpKw/s1600-h/IMG_20080322_2912_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gBEyIUKLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/s-TNzj4fpKw/s320/IMG_20080322_2912_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181392552977508530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gDryIUKTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/skhTP7HkT-s/s1600-h/IMG_20080322_2937_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gDryIUKTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/skhTP7HkT-s/s320/IMG_20080322_2937_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181395422015662386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful Easter weekend.  I'm so thankful it didn't rain!  We drove to Abilene on Thursday afternoon and stayed until Saturday afternoon.  While there, we got haircuts (the boys went to PaDaddy's barber as usual), saw "Horton hears a who!," and took fun Easter pictures in front of an old church I once sang at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, after church, we drove to my mom's for lunch, easter egg hunt and bunny cake making.  The funniest thing heard:  We were sitting at the dinner table at my mom's and telling her about the Horton movie.  Scott and I were trying to remember what Horton says.  So we said aloud, "I said what I meant, and I meant what I said."  Now, what's the rest of it?  How does it go?  And Sam said, "No mom, it goes like this...I said what I meant and I meant what I said, I don't play cards with that guy I work with."  Oh my word, we rolled in the floor laughing.  He was totally serious about it too.  Where does he come up with these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures Scott took in front of the old church in Abilene.  We had such fun trying to get all 3 kids to kneel and pray...Ian is the consummate "class clown" and always keeps us laughing.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a blessed Easter with your families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB8SIUKQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4UQ3fivtn6Y/s1600-h/IMG_20080322_2943_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB8SIUKQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/4UQ3fivtn6Y/s320/IMG_20080322_2943_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181393506460248322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB8CIUKPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/g3YgvggQRgw/s1600-h/IMG_20080323_2970_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB8CIUKPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/g3YgvggQRgw/s320/IMG_20080323_2970_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181393502165281010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gBFiIUKNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wDg_eRIiAok/s1600-h/IMG_20080323_2981_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gBFiIUKNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wDg_eRIiAok/s320/IMG_20080323_2981_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181392565862410450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB8yIUKRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jbvh-tWCy18/s1600-h/IMG_20080323_3012_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB8yIUKRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jbvh-tWCy18/s320/IMG_20080323_3012_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181393515050182930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB9CIUKSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/goZNvlwxJhU/s1600-h/IMG_20080323_3020b_fhdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB9CIUKSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/goZNvlwxJhU/s320/IMG_20080323_3020b_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181393519345150242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-5247370257106952089?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5247370257106952089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=5247370257106952089' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5247370257106952089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5247370257106952089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-pics.html' title='Easter Pics'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-gB6yIUKOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/X00G7gucjzM/s72-c/IMG_20080322_2893_fhdr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-3010501195679235222</id><published>2008-03-19T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:39:37.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Boleyn Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-GHtyIUKGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0fUnddd8soI/s1600-h/boleyn13_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-GHtyIUKGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0fUnddd8soI/s320/boleyn13_502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179570267073292386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-GHuCIUKHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VpMKQHsy_DU/s1600-h/boleyn14_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-GHuCIUKHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/VpMKQHsy_DU/s320/boleyn14_502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179570271368259698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-GHuiIUKII/AAAAAAAAAE8/jLdDv72-m1E/s1600-h/boleyn02_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-GHuiIUKII/AAAAAAAAAE8/jLdDv72-m1E/s320/boleyn02_502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179570279958194306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After reading this book last year, I've been anxiously awaiting the release of the film.  I had such fun recently, watching this great movie with Amy and Emily.  Although the main thrust of the story is lust, infidelity, greed, and many other sinful things (as &lt;a href="http://brandichambless.blogspot.com/"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt; have said, how can you write about Henry VIII and not include the scandal?), it does contain great history and beautiful costuming.  And Scarlett Johannson was incredible!  Whoever would have thought she could have pulled it off?  I believe she even outperformed Natalie Portman.  If you're looking for a good movie...definitely check it out!  Better yet, read the book first by &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743227441/ref=s9_asin_title_1_sims_c2_112940_36323_17277_2212_2026_1438_4361_9009-f9_serq_rfc_fhccbeg_g1-2785_g1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1ANQ98745KV5R83J9FQH&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=320448701&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;Philippa Gregory&lt;/a&gt;, then see the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-3010501195679235222?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3010501195679235222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=3010501195679235222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3010501195679235222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3010501195679235222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/03/other-boleyn-girl.html' title='The Other Boleyn Girl'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R-GHtyIUKGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/0fUnddd8soI/s72-c/boleyn13_502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-1737018467853286840</id><published>2008-03-10T23:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:20:41.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message from John Cleese (British comedian)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemTitle"&gt;(I, Elizabeth, took this from a blog I frequent:  &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/londonsgirl"&gt;London's Girl&lt;/a&gt;.  Read it to the end; so funny!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;To: The citizens of the United States of America:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of your failure to nominate competent candidates for President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths, and territories (except Kansas , which she does not fancy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new prime minister, Gordon Brown, will appoint a governor for America without the need for further elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire may be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To aid in the transition to a British Crown Dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You should look up 'revocation' in the Oxford English Dictionary.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then look up aluminium, and check the pronunciation guide. You will be amazed at just how wrongly you have been pronouncing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'favour' and 'neighbour.' Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without skipping half the letters, and the suffix -ize will be replaced by the suffix -ise . Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. (look up 'vocabulary').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Using the same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as 'like' and 'you know' is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. There is no such thing as US English. We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell- checker will be adjusted to take account of the reinstated letter 'u' and the elimination of -ize. You will relearn your original national anthem, God Save The Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. July 4th will no longer be celebrated as a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using &gt; guns, lawyers, or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you're not adult enough to be independent. Guns should only be handled by adults. If you're not adult enough to sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist then you're not grown up enough to handle a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. A permit will be required if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. All American cars are hereby banned. They are crap and this is for your own good. When we show you German cars, you will understand what we mean. Holden Monaro's are also approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will start driving on the left with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been calling gasoline)-roughly $6/US gallon. Get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called crisps. Real chips are thick cut, fried in animal fat, and dressed not with catsup but with vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The cold tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to as beer, and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as Lager. South African beer is also acceptable as they are pound for pound the greatest sporting Nation on earth and it can only be due to the beer. They are also part of British Commonwealth - see what it did for them. American brands will be referred to as Near-Frozen Gnat's Urine, so that all can be sold without risk of further confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to play English characters. Watching Andie Macdowell attempt English dialogue in "Four Weddings and a Funeral" was an experience akin to having one's ears removed with a cheese grater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You will cease playing American football. There is only one kind of proper football; you call it soccer. Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which has some similarities to American football, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like a bunch of nancies). Don't try Rugby - the South Africans and Kiwis will thrash you, like they regularly thrash us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the World Series for a game which is not played outside of America . Since only 2.1% of you are aware that there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable.&lt;br /&gt;You will learn cricket, and we will let you face the South Africans first to take the sting out of their deliveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You must tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. An internal revenue agent (i .e. tax collector) from Her Majesty's Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all monies due (backdated to 1776).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Daily Tea Time begins promptly at 4 pm with proper cups, never mugs, with high quality biscuits (cookies) and cakes; strawberries in season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save the Queen. Only S/He can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Cleese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-1737018467853286840?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1737018467853286840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=1737018467853286840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/1737018467853286840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/1737018467853286840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/03/message-from-john-cleese-british.html' title='A Message from John Cleese (British comedian)'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-4181819757468675555</id><published>2008-03-10T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:10:55.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Mia Principessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R9YFp1W44EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pw2KCzoXS0M/s1600-h/IMG_20080310_2734b_fhdr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R9YFp1W44EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pw2KCzoXS0M/s320/IMG_20080310_2734b_fhdr4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176331037964820546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to sleep....my princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-4181819757468675555?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4181819757468675555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=4181819757468675555' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4181819757468675555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4181819757468675555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-principessa.html' title='La Mia Principessa'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R9YFp1W44EI/AAAAAAAAAEk/pw2KCzoXS0M/s72-c/IMG_20080310_2734b_fhdr4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-1608715687991902508</id><published>2008-03-10T01:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:53:32.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book Meme</title><content type='html'>I still don't know what a Meme is (anyone care to enlighten me?), but fun &lt;a href="http://mandigirl-muses.blogspot.com"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this one.  So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how she explains the rules: "&lt;strong&gt;Look up from the computer, look around the room where you're sitting and pick up the closest book&lt;/strong&gt;. And closest really means closest. No cheating by running upstairs to unearth your pink-highlighted college copy of The Critique of Pure Reason or the Prolegomena. &lt;strong&gt;Open the book, turn to page 123, count down to the fifth sentence on that page, and then post the next three sentences&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I happen to have a stack of books next to my computer, so I just chose the one on top.  I guess it counts.  It's a bible study book.  The one below that is a bible study book too.  Then a book of poetry.  Then several children's books.  So there you go.  :-)  This is from a Bible Study I'm about to start:  Discerning the Voice of God by Priscilla Shirer.  You know whats funny?  Page 123 is totally the leaders guide...directions for leading the group.  So much for getting to be super spiritual!  ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Have paper and pens or pencils available for use during the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Preview video session 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Look through the entire book to familiarize yourself with the content and Bible-study method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my word, that's just too funny!  Okay, so I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amy-momof3.blogspot.com"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jjandtheboys.blogspot.com"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovelygenesis.blogspot.com"&gt;Addi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-1608715687991902508?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/1608715687991902508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=1608715687991902508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/1608715687991902508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/1608715687991902508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-meme.html' title='A Book Meme'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-7328028805662590720</id><published>2008-03-09T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:34:22.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments Captured</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My hubby has really been honing his craft lately.  I'm so proud of his artistic growth, his ability to see things from a different angle, and his willingness to try new things!  I have to share some of his latest pictures with you here.  For more pictures, click on "Scott's Pictures" to the right.  Enjoy!  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R9SPJlW44DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4-3dr8evv-Q/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R9SPJlW44DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4-3dr8evv-Q/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-7328028805662590720?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7328028805662590720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=7328028805662590720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7328028805662590720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7328028805662590720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/03/moments-captured.html' title='Moments Captured'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R9SPJlW44DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4-3dr8evv-Q/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-5966754581563749573</id><published>2008-03-08T19:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:17:34.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic Marianne</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/emma/quizmarianne.jpg" width="200" height="300" alt="I am Marianne Dashwood!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Quiz here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are Marianne Dashwood of Sense &amp; Sensibility! You are impulsive, romantic, impatient, and perhaps a bit too brutally honest. You enjoy romantic poetry and novels, and play the pianoforte beautifully. To boot, your singing voice is captivating. You feel deeply, and love passionately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took this quiz after reading Amy's site, and I'm somewhat surprised by the outcome.  Some of the questions were difficult, and a bit hard to apply to my own life.  What do you think?  Are we alike?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-5966754581563749573?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5966754581563749573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=5966754581563749573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5966754581563749573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5966754581563749573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/03/dramatic-marianne.html' title='Dramatic Marianne'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-7818092933764960117</id><published>2008-02-27T16:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:27:07.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My NYC Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XfRjPTwlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vo5-GL1jLnw/s1600-h/P1020418_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XfRjPTwlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vo5-GL1jLnw/s320/P1020418_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171785239715103314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had such a great time in NYC!  My sweet husband got me first class tickets for my trip, and I am so grateful.  Although I hated being "looked at" while the coach passengers loaded.  I saw some sweet famous people who had to sit in coach, and it made me feel bad...for a moment.  ha!  Paul and Teresa picked me up from the airport in New York, and we headed straight to their apartment.  Their building is right on the Hudson River, with a beautiful esplanade that runs right along the river.  It is so picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XfSjPTwmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F9EwMDCpJTg/s1600-h/P1020417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XfSjPTwmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/F9EwMDCpJTg/s320/P1020417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171785256894972514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After I gave Teresa her necklace (&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://secure.jamesavery.com/jewelry/search/product/CM-679B/Four-Seasons-Charm-with-Bail/"&gt;James Avery's Four Seasons&lt;/a&gt; on a black cord) and her CD (of our favorite songs, thanks to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://6dukes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Randi&lt;/a&gt; and Tara's idea), we headed down to my favorite pizza place for a slice.  The tears started then for both of us.  It's was just so good to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That night, Teresa and Paul's friends had a "family dinner" to meet me, followed by American Idol and Wii playing.  I am SO hooked!  I've never laughed so hard!  Oh my word!  We also popped outside to see the eclipse...that was so great!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; Click here to see a video of that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79a09b7a681c9a87" 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.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79a09b7a681c9a87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330053352%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CD31092C63A0AC6CDDAD0B14CF0D091F1D5BE7B.8206BDB2B2ECFBECCE4223155501CBAF06E1CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79a09b7a681c9a87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0GGGZG9zxovQJIn-FIkkOBY-lJ8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79a09b7a681c9a87%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330053352%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CD31092C63A0AC6CDDAD0B14CF0D091F1D5BE7B.8206BDB2B2ECFBECCE4223155501CBAF06E1CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79a09b7a681c9a87%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0GGGZG9zxovQJIn-FIkkOBY-lJ8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XZWDPTwiI/AAAAAAAAADw/fyiQgjZWo9s/s1600-h/DSC_8527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XZWDPTwiI/AAAAAAAAADw/fyiQgjZWo9s/s320/DSC_8527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171778719954747938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XZVjPTwhI/AAAAAAAAADo/KJozCf6TUjU/s1600-h/DSC_8518.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XZVjPTwhI/AAAAAAAAADo/KJozCf6TUjU/s1600-h/DSC_8518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XZVjPTwhI/AAAAAAAAADo/KJozCf6TUjU/s320/DSC_8518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171778711364813330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XZTzPTwfI/AAAAAAAAADY/-UPnmZd9L5k/s1600-h/DSC_8511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XZTzPTwfI/AAAAAAAAADY/-UPnmZd9L5k/s320/DSC_8511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171778681300042226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thursday, Teresa and I headed to Times Square to take pictures especially for Addi.  Enjoy Addi - we had such fun taking them!  We then went to Toys R Us to get gifts for my babies.  That was one amazing store. A huge ferris wheel was in the main area, and enormous lego display's everywhere.  Even a giant T-Rex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XdSTPTwkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m0jRo6qgiNo/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XdSTPTwkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/m0jRo6qgiNo/s320/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171783053576749634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday were so laid back.  We just hung out, and I loved it.  I told Teresa it's so nice not to have an agenda or a list of places to go.  It's like she lives in Abilene and I went to visit her for a week.  We cried several times, it seemed, every day...but laughed 100 times more than that.  Lots of walking dogs in the dog run, enjoying the snow, shopping, playing Wii, dinners out and reconnecting.  I did manage to find Emma a beautiful Easter dress, and myself a Coach bag in Battery Park.  I wasn't going to go to Chinatown, but some guys were selling them while we were out taking fun photos.  So I thought, why not?  If you've never tried Patsy's pizza in Chelsea, it's a must the next time you're in the city.  It's my new favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet babies called me about 10 times a day;  I loved hearing their curiosity about what I was doing.  Emma asked me several times a phone call, "Mommy, are you coming home now?"  It was nice to be missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa, my heart, I love you!  Thank you for an amazing week in NYC.  For the laughs, the heart to hearts, the memories.  You are and always will be my best.&lt;br /&gt;&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/9081247362277032824-7818092933764960117?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=79a09b7a681c9a87&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7818092933764960117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=7818092933764960117' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7818092933764960117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7818092933764960117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/nyc-update.html' title='My NYC Trip'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8XfRjPTwlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vo5-GL1jLnw/s72-c/P1020418_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-3316750692493610505</id><published>2008-02-24T21:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:22:41.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am back...and oh so tired.  I'm happy to be home, but sad to have left my best friend behind.  I had an absolutely fabulous time, and will post pictures, videos and memories tomorrow.  For now, I simply must post these pictures taken specifically for my birthdaughter, &lt;a href="http://mylovelygenesis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Addison&lt;/a&gt;.  She requested that I stand in the middle of Times Square, holding a sign that declares my love for her.  So I did...and then added a little somethin' somethin' Elizabeth style.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8I0UTPTwdI/AAAAAAAAADI/iUF9k4F9wMI/s1600-h/P1020430a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8I0UTPTwdI/AAAAAAAAADI/iUF9k4F9wMI/s320/P1020430a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170752845541261778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8I0UzPTweI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YJobmSVEOKc/s1600-h/P1020431a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8I0UzPTweI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YJobmSVEOKc/s320/P1020431a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170752854131196386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-3316750692493610505?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3316750692493610505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=3316750692493610505' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3316750692493610505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3316750692493610505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R8I0UTPTwdI/AAAAAAAAADI/iUF9k4F9wMI/s72-c/P1020430a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-7383654957939828702</id><published>2008-02-22T15:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:40:15.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Video</title><content type='html'>It's snowing!  And oh so lovely.  Here is a link to a video Paul made of our morning in the snow:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.mac.com/pcgomez/100226"&gt;Snow Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-7383654957939828702?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7383654957939828702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=7383654957939828702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7383654957939828702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7383654957939828702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/nyc-video.html' title='NYC Video'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-8737782001372154353</id><published>2008-02-19T15:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:41:51.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have much to update on...but still no pictures!  It seems quite impossible to update without the accompanying images, so I will wait.  I can tell you that my trip to &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Winters,+TX&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=12"&gt;Winters, TX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Winters,+TX&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=12"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;was memorable, fun, relaxing, and precious to my heart.  The kids played hard, needed a good scrubbing bath each night, and my aunt and uncle were worn out in a good way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The conference I went to last weekend was the best conference I've ever been to, second only to a &lt;a href="http://bethmoore.org"&gt;Beth Moore&lt;/a&gt; conference.  Too many times I leave a retreat feeling like I've had a good time, but that's about it.  Too much fluff.  This conference was the choicest meats presented beautifully on a silver platter.  I am so full, convicted, inspired, refreshed.  I will share more next week.  But let me say this, if you've never been to a &lt;a href="http://wholeheart.org"&gt;Sally Clarkson&lt;/a&gt; conference, you must go next year.  In the meantime, read one of her books.  So, so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Most importantly, my man came home late late Saturday night.  His connecting flight from LA was delayed several times over.  We got home around 11:30 Saturday night.  It is so wonderful to have him home.  He brought the children gifts, and lots of pictures of kangaroos and koala bears on his camera.  Again, pictures are critical and I will share soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally, I leave in the morning!  Wahoo!  5 days on my own.  Pray for my husband and my babies, that they remain peaceful and happy while I'm gone.  If I can, I'll update while I'm in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=Manhattan,+NY&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=11"&gt;New York&lt;/a&gt;.  Love and blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-8737782001372154353?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8737782001372154353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=8737782001372154353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8737782001372154353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8737782001372154353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-3326268370296707516</id><published>2008-02-14T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:43:35.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Hearted Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow and Saturday I am going to attend a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.wholeheart.org"&gt;Whole Hearted Mom Conference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; by Sally Clarkson.  If you've never read any of her books, you should definitely check them out...very inspiring!  My sweet friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://amy-momof3.blogspot.com"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, and I have been looking forward to this for a while.  I so wanted to go with her last year, but it didn't work out.  And this year it seems has been a struggle to actually get there, but God's got my back!  :-)  With Scott gone, my being sick all week and now sick kids, babysitter conflicts, and what had been the threat of ice...I was about to give up!  Now all is well and I can just look forward to resting, fellowshipping with a dear friend, and gaining some godly insight into raising my babies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Amy, I'm looking forward to our girlfriend time together!  I'll bring the DDP and you bring the chocolate!  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And did I mention that Saturday night my precious hubby comes home?  Can I get an AMEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-3326268370296707516?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3326268370296707516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=3326268370296707516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3326268370296707516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3326268370296707516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/whole-hearted-mommy.html' title='Whole Hearted Mommy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-4023710937766428321</id><published>2008-02-14T10:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:36:00.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Email</title><content type='html'>I received an email about two days ago from my sweet friend Teresa.  Only 6 days until I go to see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The email said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm looking forward to your visit.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then she attached this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R7RtZzPTwaI/AAAAAAAAACw/nnT3qkU2ejQ/s1600-h/MVC-546S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R7RtZzPTwaI/AAAAAAAAACw/nnT3qkU2ejQ/s320/MVC-546S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166874962519376290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how old this picture is.  But I LOVE it!  Good times await!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-4023710937766428321?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/4023710937766428321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=4023710937766428321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4023710937766428321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/4023710937766428321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/email.html' title='An Email'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R7RtZzPTwaI/AAAAAAAAACw/nnT3qkU2ejQ/s72-c/MVC-546S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2868042883227187248</id><published>2008-02-13T20:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:47:55.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Stuff About Me...and I AM Weird!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://amy-momof3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; tagged me, I have to come up with 7 things that are a bit odd about me.  That should not be hard, and leaves me asking...only 7?  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Every night before I go to bed, I read the news on my cell phone.  Yep, even if I've just read it on the computer or heard it on TV, I have to check in one more time before I sleep.  I read news, check the weather, and catch up on celebrity gossip.  Gotta make sure everyone's alive and well I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Sometimes when I can't sleep, I will look at the time on the clock and then make the numbers total 7.  For instance, if the time was 12:32, I would do this:  1x2+3+2=7  get it?  Or what about 8:23 (the time now).  8 divided by 2 = 4, + 3 =7.  Sometimes I have to get really creative with my math, but it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I always associate smells with vacations/trips.  A sniff immediately takes me back.  This is true of every fragrance I've ever worn.  For example:  Imari by Avon, London in College; Lubriderm lotion (for extra dry skin ha) London with Scott; Tiffany - New York City with Addi and Scott; Skin so soft bath oil - my grannie ruth's house; anything with coconut...jamaica with Scott (the resort we stayed at had this great bath and body works bath gel that was coconut, they unfortunately don't make it anymore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Wow, I could mention some things here that would make you think I need some serious couch time at a therapists...ha!  I won't indulge you though.  Okay, I love to make lists.  Of everything.  Doesn't matter if I ever get to cross things off, or actually do any of the things on the lists.  I just like making them.  Hmmmmm, reminds me of &lt;a href="http://6dukes.blogspot.com/"&gt;someone else&lt;/a&gt; I know!  But I think she actually does the things on her list.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I hate tomatoes.  No, that's not weird.  But this is:  I LOVE tomato soup, salsa, ketchup, anything tomato based.  Yep, that's some good stuff there!  Especially Heinz, right &lt;a href="http://mandigirl-muses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I went through a stage as a young girl (3-5th grades) where I seriously thought I was Wonder Woman.  Bustier, golden rope, head piece and boots.  You laugh?  Well, one day I was looking out the window of our trailer house, and saw my brother getting in a fight across the street at the park.  So I ran out the door of our trailer, standing near the porch, and did the special "twirl around" that Wonder Woman did.  I was transformed.  I raced over to my brother just in time to see him get knocked to the ground.  Aw yeah, I'm invincible I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I love office supplies.  LOVE THEM.  I could spend hours at Staples, just browsing all the different types of pens.  Dividers?  Can't get enough of them.  And sticky notes...oh, my, word!  Just give them to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go people, I'm a nut.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now tag:  &lt;a href="http://kavelke.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mylovelygenesis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Addi&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://ephesianssix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-2868042883227187248?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2868042883227187248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2868042883227187248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2868042883227187248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2868042883227187248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-stuff-about-meand-i-am-weird.html' title='More Stuff About Me...and I AM Weird!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-344733903387895441</id><published>2008-02-12T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:24:50.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amazing Husband</title><content type='html'>We are back from our wonderful trip.  Lots of memories and pictures to share...but my husband has the all important USB cable with him in Australia right now.  :-)  So I will share more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did have to share this:  Scott sent Emma and I flowers today for Valentines Day!  They are so lovely; carnations, roses and daisies.  He is so, so precious to remember me even from so far away.  It just so deeply touches me.  I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This traveling thing is hard.  I miss him.  I miss his companionship.  He truly is my very best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take pictures of the flowers, but I can't share them until the weekend...when he comes home with the cable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-344733903387895441?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/344733903387895441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=344733903387895441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/344733903387895441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/344733903387895441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-amazing-husband.html' title='My Amazing Husband'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-7070502216825092997</id><published>2008-02-07T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:31:30.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Off!</title><content type='html'>Well, not actually.  We'll be off tomorrow just after lunch.  My hubby is in Australia (or will be tomorrow, he's in the air just now), so my mom and I are taking the kids to West Texas.  Aw yeah.  Nothing like it in the world.  Mesquite trees, dust, flat lands and horney toads.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's sister and brother-in-law (Aunt Glenda and Uncle Cooter) live in Winters.  It's about a 3 1/2 hour drive from here.  We're going to visit them for the weekend.  My Uncle Cooter is a farmer.  He's harvested cotton his whole life; well, except for the time he earned his degree from Texas A&amp;amp;M.  Whoop!  My Aunt Glenda works at a factory.  She used to work on the line like my Grandmother and my mom, but now she's a secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winters is a very small town, I think maybe one stop light.  No sonic that I'm aware of.  Huge issues there.  :-)  But it's my heritage, my family, my history.  I want my kids to know it well.  My dad grew up there, picking cotton and playing football.  That's where he met my mom.  That's where my Great Uncle Rob used to write Southern Gospel songs on his little Peter Pan piano.  When I was very little, he would bounce me on his knee and sing "Hey Diddle Diddle."  And my sweet Great Aunt Sister taught English and Bible studies.  She used to correct the grammar on my letters to her.  :-)  And she even once told a boyfriend of mine who was not saved that he was an infidel!  Oh my!  It's also the place we gather just about every Thanksgiving, at the Lions Club building near the cotton gin.  The kids play in the cotton and the grownups reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will eat great country home cooking, attend a Church of Christ service, visit with cousins and second cousins, breathe fresh country air, probably play with some farm animals, and definitely check out some junk stores on the way to Winters.  Memories will be made and good times will certainly be had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-7070502216825092997?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7070502216825092997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=7070502216825092997' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7070502216825092997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7070502216825092997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-were-off.html' title='And We&apos;re Off!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2864099296331882484</id><published>2008-02-06T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:04:49.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So, I too, have been tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mandigirl-muses.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. I'm to complete this meme.  But first, I just want to know what a "meme" is anyway? I mean, that's what my  kids call my mom. Meme, or Mimi. Hmph. Well, I'm all about talking about me, so  maybe that's what a meme is. Some of my links are from my old xanga  blog...anyway, here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RULES:&lt;br /&gt;** Post about the meme and  link back to the person that tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;** Go back to your archives and link  to your five favorite posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Link One: must be about  family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Link Two: must be about  friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Link Three: must be  about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Link Four: must be  about something you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  align="left" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Link Five: can be  anything you choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;** Tag five other  people (at least two must be new acquaintances so that you can get to know them  better).&lt;br /&gt;** Let the person know that you tagged them by leaving a comment  saying something like: I've tagged you. Check out my blog for  details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;** Readers, don't forget to read  the posts and leave comments - lots of comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Link one:&lt;/span&gt; I had to chose  one entry for each of my babies, including my sweet birthdaughter. Couldn't  choose just one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/566029079/special-time-with-daddy.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/603857081/my-baby-girl.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/552314256/my-joyful-sam.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/527675914/happy-birthday-beautiful-girl.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Addi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Link two:&lt;/span&gt; Sadly, most of my  posts have been about, um, me! :-) So please don't be offended if you are my  friend and I don't link you. I chose these two friends because they are both  dear to me, and are both now in New York. It's very cold in New York. Texas is  WARM. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/621008957/my-hannah.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/541543566/happy-birthday-best-friend.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Teresa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Link three:  &lt;/span&gt;As much as I love to talk about myself, I did have trouble finding a  favorite post about moi. I chose this one, because this is primarily what God is  working on in my life right now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/632103203/truths.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Obedience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Link four:  &lt;/span&gt;If you've read anything of mine lately, you know that I adore  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/532570253/jane-austen-heals-all-wounds.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. This post  is about a time when I was so, so sick, and Jane healed my wounds...sort of. I  adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/615844314/palestrina-et-al.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; and this is a  post about some of most poignant memories. Mostly, I LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/521536752/my-man.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. This is one of  my favorite pictures of him...taken on vacation a couple of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Link five: &lt;/span&gt;I love it when  God speaks through others, and confirms the word over and over. This is a post  about just that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mysweetblessings/617141556/a-good-word.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A Good Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Man,  the whole tagging thing is hard because everyone I would tag has been tagged  already (or will soon be tagged by those previously tagged), except for two who  I don't even know will do it, but I will tag anyway. And how many times can I  use tag in one sentence? :-)&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylovelygenesis.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Addi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brandichambless.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Brandi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://brandichambless.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-2864099296331882484?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2864099296331882484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2864099296331882484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2864099296331882484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2864099296331882484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/meme.html' title='A Meme'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-5732047095643285131</id><published>2008-02-02T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:08:35.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6VL9WO7vUI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q6YnkbStmag/s1600-h/DSC07696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6VL9WO7vUI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q6YnkbStmag/s400/DSC07696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Emma was a baby, she would always tuck a feather behind her paci (that's a soother for you Canadians - heh).  She would fall asleep that way, or walk around the house toting a feather for comfort and for show.  Tonight I went to check on her and tuck her in, and found her asleep like days of old.  Feather tucked in just so.  My sleeping beauty!&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-5732047095643285131?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5732047095643285131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=5732047095643285131' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5732047095643285131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5732047095643285131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping Beauty'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6VL9WO7vUI/AAAAAAAAACo/Q6YnkbStmag/s72-c/DSC07696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-8794758822183514612</id><published>2008-01-31T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:05:36.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Spreading The News......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6KngGO7vTI/AAAAAAAAACg/wFO29YGZffU/s1600-h/DSC05368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6KngGO7vTI/AAAAAAAAACg/wFO29YGZffU/s320/DSC05368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161872292790910258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not leaving today...but very, very soon!  It's finally official and ticketed, I'm going to New York!   If there is one perk to Scott traveling so much, it is frequent flier miles.  Truthfully, I'd rather have him home than have free trips...  But for now, this is our life.  So, I'm off!  In a little less than 3 weeks I will fly to NYC to spend 5 days with my bosom friend, my best, my Jonathan (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=9&amp;amp;chapter=18&amp;amp;verse=1&amp;amp;end_verse=3&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=context"&gt;see 1 Samuel 18&lt;/a&gt;).  I plan to just hang out with Teresa, and not do the touristy thing (maybe buy a couple of purses for my friend &lt;a href="http://jjandtheboys.blogspot.com"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;).  I think this will be like my 8th or 9th trip to the City, so I won't feel as though I missing out.  I just so look forward to spending one on one time with my friend.  We've been best friends since 10th grade (um, that's like 26 years!) and now that my sweet children have come along, our girlfriend time has been greatly neglected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious husband is going to man the fort while I'm gone, and is blessing me greatly with this much needed trip!  Thank you, baby, for taking care of the kids so I can get away for a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-8794758822183514612?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8794758822183514612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=8794758822183514612' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8794758822183514612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8794758822183514612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-spreading-news.html' title='Start Spreading The News......'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6KngGO7vTI/AAAAAAAAACg/wFO29YGZffU/s72-c/DSC05368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-7382303918711317735</id><published>2008-01-30T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:26:19.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's Room Elements</title><content type='html'>My precious hubby just emailed me these pictures he'd taken of Ian's room this weekend.  He didn't have time to offload the camera before he left on his trip.  Thanks honey for sending them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did a little work in Ian's room this weekend.  It feels so good to get his room done.  Sam's is next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian is a huge "Cars" fan.  Our sweet friend, Lori C., gave Ian these prints back when he was in her class.  They are finally framed and on his wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6FZ5mO7vPI/AAAAAAAAACA/vMGGo7XCT0Q/s1600-h/IMG_20080128_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6FZ5mO7vPI/AAAAAAAAACA/vMGGo7XCT0Q/s320/IMG_20080128_0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161505493993897202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, "Mimi", found these pottery barn frames for a steal at a thrift shop.  New with tags, for less than a buck (I think).  She then took some fabric she already had and put it in the frames.  Very cute!  We kind of have a stars/red, white and blue them going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6FZ52O7vQI/AAAAAAAAACI/t8BLUMCe48E/s1600-h/IMG_20080128_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6FZ52O7vQI/AAAAAAAAACI/t8BLUMCe48E/s320/IMG_20080128_0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161505498288864514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the old Pottery Barn letters from when Ian was a baby.  (Pausing to reflect, okay.)  He wanted his name up on the wall again, so there ya go.  A small bulletin board made by Mimi, and a trusty t-rex.  How can you go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6FZ52O7vRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EHnhv7L94sc/s1600-h/IMG_20080128_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6FZ52O7vRI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EHnhv7L94sc/s320/IMG_20080128_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161505498288864530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little locker is just precious and has a sweet story.  Please read on...when we went to Sam's birthmom's parents house for Christmas, they heard me talking about trying to get some decorating done in our bedroom.  They later called me to their garage which was stocked full of Home Interiors boxes (that's where Meemaw works).  They previously talked and decided to bless us with loads of accessories!  We are so, so thankful.  We got some nesting tables, a Thomas Kinkade print, and this sweet locker among other things.  You can't tell, but it has stars all around the edges.  Sam was very sweet to let his brother have it since it matched his room best.  Ian likes to put some of his puppies in it at night for sleeping.  So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6FZ6GO7vSI/AAAAAAAAACY/NlN92QaHI6g/s1600-h/IMG_20080128_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6FZ6GO7vSI/AAAAAAAAACY/NlN92QaHI6g/s320/IMG_20080128_0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161505502583831842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go!  We also hung some cute curtains that my mom had made from red/blue ticking for Sam's room a long while back.  Combined with some navy blue curtains, his window looks great.  And it didn't cost us a dime!  Wahoo!  Thank You Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, off to Sam's room...that's going to take a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-7382303918711317735?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7382303918711317735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=7382303918711317735' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7382303918711317735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7382303918711317735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/ians-room-elements.html' title='Ian&apos;s Room Elements'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R6FZ5mO7vPI/AAAAAAAAACA/vMGGo7XCT0Q/s72-c/IMG_20080128_0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-464880465130436401</id><published>2008-01-29T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:19:36.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mother Lode!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful sitter day for me...which means I had a day to play.  No appointments, no lunch meetings, nada...so I drove to downtown Grapevine in search of one more thing to finish off Ian's room.  Scott and I worked on his room all weekend and it is finished other than flooring and one more thing to put above his closet door.  I didn't find that one thing, and think I will end up making it this weekend.  But I did find a GREAT deal on Croc's!  12 bucks a pair for me, Ian and Emma.  Scott and Sam are already supplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After running another couple of errands, I decided to check out Children's Place in Highland Village, and that's where I hit the jackpot, the mother lode, the deal of all deals.  :-)  My children don't need clothes for now, so I shopped for next winter.  They were having a 50% off clearance.  And the manager coaxed me into another 25% off my entire bill if I would get a credit card.  We don't do credit (except for emergencies, which we've had plenty of last fall) so I at first was hesitant.  But then he threw in the extra 25% off, and I had to say yes!  He even let me pay cash for my purchases!  So, I got well over $500 worth of clothes for a little less than $100!  And some of it was even spring stuff for Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it feels good to get a deal!  I'd lay all my purchases out and take a picture (like Jenny did once), but our camera is in Mexico with my husband.  I hope they both come home soon!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-464880465130436401?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/464880465130436401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=464880465130436401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/464880465130436401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/464880465130436401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/mother-lode.html' title='The Mother Lode!!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2110170371859013142</id><published>2008-01-27T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:34:34.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Thing I've Read Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Without question, nobody's got it completely together and those who think they do are on the brink of dropping it."  - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com"&gt;Beth Moore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-2110170371859013142?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2110170371859013142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2110170371859013142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2110170371859013142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2110170371859013142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-thing-ive-read-today.html' title='Best Thing I&apos;ve Read Today...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-5723799525956565485</id><published>2008-01-24T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:50:59.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart's Cry...</title><content type='html'>I heard this song tonight for the first time.  It's by Shane &amp;amp; Shane, called "Vision of You."  The lyrics are so where my heart is right now.  My hearts cry.  If you have a moment, turn up the volume and listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come meet us, King Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wind of change blow through this temple.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet spirit of God, come and mend our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;For all we have are songs. Unless you come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken what's inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Tune my heart to all You are in me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're here, God come.&lt;br /&gt;May the vision of You be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;and even though You've given everything.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come free us, King Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Its the only way that freedom is given.&lt;br /&gt;From you and you alone in the work You've already done.&lt;br /&gt;All we have are songs, unless You come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken what's inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Tune my heart to all You are in me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're here, God come.&lt;br /&gt;May the vision of You be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;and even though You've given everything.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, Lord, in this place.&lt;br /&gt;Crying out for Your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;To hear Your voice more than songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken what's inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;Tune my heart to all You are in me.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're here, God come.&lt;br /&gt;May the vision of You be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;and even though You've given everything.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-5723799525956565485?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5723799525956565485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=5723799525956565485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5723799525956565485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5723799525956565485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-hearts-cry.html' title='My Heart&apos;s Cry...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-8003621292749221955</id><published>2008-01-23T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:31:53.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Read/Life Stuff</title><content type='html'>Last night I finally finished reading Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas' memoir: My Grandfather's Son.  I ended my previous nights reading a little early, so I could enjoy the last chapter of the book in one sitting.  It left me in tears.  This book chronicled Justice Thomas' life from birth in the Deep South living in horrific poverty - all the way to supreme court.  I barely remember his confirmation hearings being televised, and that entirely awful Anita Hill thing.  But now that I've read his story, his mind, his heart...I am so moved.  To hear of racism and prejudice from a true victim's point of view...it has completely changed my view of blacks in America.  I've never been one to show prejudice based on color.  I even went out with a black man once.  But I must admit I've never really understood why they felt so victimized.  Now I do.  I see how the master/slave mentality has been a difficult one to overcome.  I see how the government, in an effort to help, has actually made the problem worse by free handouts.  But I also see how change can happen - when given a chance, and shown how to work hard.  Lots to think about as I process this great book.  I encourage you to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a totally different subject:  in Bible Study today we spent a good 20 minutes in prayer.  Normally, that would have been our small group time, but our leader felt strongly that we should all pray.  We were given a list of names/characteristics of Christ, and asked to choose one and pray it aloud.  It was a deeply moving time of worship.  So many of the women in there are just broken, wounded, hurting, going through incredibly difficult trials.  It makes me wonder about the people around me...who is really okay, and who is pretending, or who is deeply hurting but doesn't feel safe sharing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the kind of friend who is a soft place to fall.  A safe place to be vulnerable.  A place to rest.  I want Jesus to love through me, however He wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the thoughts of my heart today.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-8003621292749221955?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8003621292749221955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=8003621292749221955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8003621292749221955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8003621292749221955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-readlife-stuff.html' title='Good Read/Life Stuff'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2095136224969040877</id><published>2008-01-22T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:32:11.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things That Make Me Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Because of Amy's tag, I am listing (in no particular order and probably leaving off some very important things) ten things that make me happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Snuggling with a tiny baby who is resting on your chest...and then falling asleep together.  Nothing like it in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harry Connick Jr., on a stage, tapping around, on, in, under a piano.  Absolutely breathtaking.  Aw yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sound of my children laughing as they play together peacefully.  I hope this happens more often as they get older!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A really well written and filmed Jane Austen adaptation.  See previous blogs.  Makes me absolutely giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A sweet bargain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being known, loved, remembered, understood by a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Traveling with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A GREAT haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Napping on the couch while my husband watches a NASCAR race.  Just being together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A moving performance on stage...theater, musical, symphony, opera.  Yep, I'm a culture snob.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Things that almost made the list:  fall, the sound of crunching leaves underfoot while walking in a beautiful setting with my husband and children, seeing my mom love my children, knowing that my birthdaughter is okay, when my children succeed at something and feel good about themselves, gut wrenching laughter with a best friend.  Good times.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-2095136224969040877?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2095136224969040877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2095136224969040877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2095136224969040877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2095136224969040877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='10 Things That Make Me Happy!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2831441264412484368</id><published>2008-01-13T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:23:52.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ups and Downs of My Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today has been a mostly beautiful day.  My mother took Sam and Emma yesterday, so we could have some "special time" with Ian.  He soaked up the attention!  He had much to tell us, many games to learn and play, and lots of drawing and crafting to do.  It's good for the middle child to be an only child on occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this morning was spent as a family of three:  lounging, playing, cleaning, playing, and preparing for two major events (Dallas Cowboys, Jane Austen).  I left the house at 3pm to meet my mom just off Walnut Hill and 35.  Not the best area of town, but a nice half-way point.  Herein lies down number 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were actually supposed to meet at 4, not 3:30pm.  So, what does one do for 30 minutes (of course not realizing my mistake until 4) while waiting for mom and avoid getting mugged?  I pull into the gas station and I clean out my car!  (This would be up number 1)!  So I did...clean out one side of my car which was closest to the trash can.  Then I began to open the door to the other side of my car, and the Holy Spirit moved me to get in my car and lock the doors.  Okay, obedience is a good thing.  As soon as I did, a beggar walked up to my door.  Yikes!  (This is down #2) He went away, and I drove my car around the lot for several minutes until he and his friend drove away.  Once I felt safe again, I completed cleaning out my car.  (Up #2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My children arrived safely at 4:05pm (Up #3), and I quickly made it home in time to watch the remainder of the game (Up #4).  Only to watch us lose.  (Down #'s 3-10).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, alas, Jane Austen came to the rescue.  Along with Captain Wentworth.  (sighs)  (This is up #'s 5-100, or enough to sustain me for at least a week).  Yes, PBS began airing the Jane Austen works tonight, starting with "Persuasion."  My sweet mom joined me in watching the movie (from her own home), and called me when it was over.  As Jane would say, "It was all quite capital!  Such felicity has never been known!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, life is good.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-2831441264412484368?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2831441264412484368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2831441264412484368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2831441264412484368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2831441264412484368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/ups-and-downs-of-my-sunday.html' title='The Ups and Downs of My Sunday...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-8145090148729714170</id><published>2008-01-11T16:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:54:20.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R4fzm4fp7UI/AAAAAAAAABY/9jYZeXJrMSM/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R4fzm4fp7UI/AAAAAAAAABY/9jYZeXJrMSM/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott made this collage of Emma's 3 years.  She has so many different looks, it's amazing!  See if you can find where the boys cut her hair!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-8145090148729714170?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/8145090148729714170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=8145090148729714170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8145090148729714170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/8145090148729714170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/emma.html' title='Emma'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R4fzm4fp7UI/AAAAAAAAABY/9jYZeXJrMSM/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-7165531622680828515</id><published>2008-01-07T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:36:45.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does It Get Any Better?</title><content type='html'>A sweet &lt;a href="http://buckeyesbackhome.blogspot.com"&gt;Buckeye friend&lt;/a&gt; emailed me yesterday with some exciting news!  PBS is airing a series of films based on Jane Austen's novels.  Truly, does it get any better than that?  I don't think so!  :-)  I cannot imagine any better way to spend a quiet Sunday evening than curled up on the couch, favorite snuggly quilt, cup of peppermint tea, and a Jane Austen adaptation on film.  Pure, absolute bliss!  The series begins next Sunday evening and runs for several weeks.  If you can only catch one, I would highly suggest the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice (with Colin Firth, oh Mr. Darcy!).  It is dreamy.  I am such a huge Austen fan and just adore her work.  I cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here for a preview of the series of films:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsZdkzs6b-g&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsZdkzs6b-g&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-7165531622680828515?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/7165531622680828515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=7165531622680828515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7165531622680828515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/7165531622680828515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/does-it-get-any-better.html' title='Does It Get Any Better?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-6304099279012041711</id><published>2008-01-07T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:59:57.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know you...2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 0px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-transform: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-indent: 0px; white-space: normal; letter-spacing: normal; border-collapse: separate; orphans: 2; widows: 2;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. What is your occupation? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wife, Mommy, Piano and Voice Teacher  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. What color are your socks right now? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol...freckled...I rarely wear socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3. What was the last thing  that you ate? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4. Can you drive a stick  shift? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5. If you were a crayon, what color would you be and  why? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Periwinkle Blue, it is lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6. The last person spoke to  on the phone? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;7. Who is the person who sent this to you? &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 10, 0);"&gt;Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;8. Favorite drink? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diet DP from  Sonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;9. What is your favorite sport to watch? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Football or Basketball, or any sport my children are involved in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;10. Have you ever dyed your  hair? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, even purple once in college...  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;11. Pets?   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly, my Border Collie Mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;12. Favorite food?  &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mexican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;13. What was the last movie  you watched? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hairspray!  So stinkin' funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;14. What do you do to vent anger? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um, yell.  Yes I do, and I hate it.  I have problems with anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;15. What was your favorite  toy as a child? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most likely my barbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;16. What is your favorite season fall or spring?  &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall. I love the colors, the briskness in the air, and the sounds of high school football games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;17. Cherries or  Blueberries? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unless the cherries are in a cobbler, I'm a blueberry gal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;18. When was the last time  you cried? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;This afternoon when I slipped on something and twisted my knee.  I know, pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;19. What did you do last  night? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got organized for the week, and did some reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;20. Favorite smells? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;babies freshly bathed, hyacinth, the country after a good rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;21. What inspires you? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honesty, godliness in it's purest form, my children's birthmom's, my birthdaughter, definitely my mom (overcame cancer, smoking and alcohol addictions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;22. What are you afraid of?  &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living without my kids or  husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;23. Favorite dog breed? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheltie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;24. Number of keys on your key ring? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;3 keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;25. Favorite day of the week? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Usually Sunday, because it's church day, nap day, and organize for the week day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;26. How many states have you lived in? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;4:  Texas, California, Oklahoma, Virginia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;27. Favorite holiday?  &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;28. Ever driven a  motorcycle or heavy machinery? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;Once I drove a tractor!  For real!  Of course, a farmer was right beside me in case I jacked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;29. Ever left the country? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;Yes:  Mexico, England and Wales, Jamaica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;30. Favorite kind of music?  &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have such an eclectic taste in music.  I love everything but metal stuff.  Some favorites are:  Lyle Lovett, Harry Connick Jr., Allison Krauss, Norah Jones, Margaret Becker (older stuff), Trisha Yearwood, Kirk Franklin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;31. Last book you read? &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Grandfather's Son (Clarence Thomas' memoir) reading right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-6304099279012041711?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/6304099279012041711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=6304099279012041711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6304099279012041711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/6304099279012041711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-to-know-you2008.html' title='Getting to know you...2008'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-2925317171089455535</id><published>2008-01-07T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:24:23.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent New Years Eve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, I'm behind in posting...but better a bit late than not at all, right? :-) New Years Eve was a fun family night for us. I always look forward to planning something for us all to do together, and create some great memories. The kids excitedly talked all day about our big party that would happen that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a fondue pot from a friend, and along with my own pot made a fun fondue feast! We had a yummy cheese fondue for chicken, steak, bread cubes and pears. Then a rich chocolate fondue for bananas, strawberries, and pretzels. We were absolutely stuffed, and had so much fun eating! While we were eating, we all went around the table and shared some of our favorite memories from 2007. Interestingly, a lot of our fun times came from summer vacation. My kids LOVE the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we brought out the games. Chutes and Ladders was a favorite. Sam won that one, and he was gracious about it too! We try to play games together alot. Scott has been teaching Sam how to play chess, monopoly and risk. The babies and I have been focusing on candyland, guess who and chutes and ladders. Good times. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we opened up a bottle of sparkling grape juice, Scott prayed a blessing over our family, and we toasted in the New Year...it was about 9pm, but who knew? The kids really loved the drink, and we finished off the bottle while gathered around the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to spend my New Years Eve...surrounded by those I love most, and who love me most. Here are a few pictures of our evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R4J7YEDIa0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lk_7PHggAaI/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-2925317171089455535?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/2925317171089455535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=2925317171089455535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2925317171089455535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/2925317171089455535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-im-behind-in-posting.html' title='How I Spent New Years Eve...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R4J7YEDIa0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/lk_7PHggAaI/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-5502385391290122602</id><published>2007-12-29T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:13:13.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3b3-kDIaxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HhaKOuaEqgM/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3b3-kDIaxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HhaKOuaEqgM/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our first journey was to Abilene, on the Saturday before Christmas.  The drive was fun...Scott and I rocked out to a new Kirk Franklin CD.  I love his music!!!  The kids loved it too...and now request it every time we get in the van.  On Saturday afternoon and evening we just spent time together relaxing at my dad's.  We sort of watched the Cowboy's narrowly win via espn online, while I wrapped last minute gifts, made cards at the kitchen table, and rolled Emma's hair.  The next morning, we attended church with my dad and stepmom.  The service was a Christmas communion, and quite beautiful.  This is a sweet, small, southern baptist church with a nice mixture of old and young.  Sharing a hymnal with my daddy, and holding his hand during prayers brought back sweet memories.  After church, we rushed home to finish cooking for the big meal (ham, creamed potatoes, green bean casserole, fruit salad, rolls, desserts...mmmm).  My brother and his ex-wife and daughter arrived before dinner, and shared in the fun.  The kids sat in the living room and the grownups at the big table...just like when I was a kid.  Afterwards, the onslaught of gifts; paper was flying everywhere and squeals of excitement were heard for a good 5 minutes from the kids.  :-)  Emma got a princess cell phone, Ian got a superhero and Sam got a transformer; they all got board games.  Scott and I got money.  We are grateful.  We all watched Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney in White Christmas that night...so romantic, so classic.  The next morning, my sweet Daddy made his famous pancakes for breakfast-a fantastic send off for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was a fast and furious blur.  We baked Christmas Cookies, opened our Christmas PJs, read the Christmas story and The Night Before Christmas, sang songs, ate a hearty dinner, and just generally enjoyed each other's company.  I love my family so deeply.  Scott and I woke at 4am to assemble Santa's goodies.  Sam got a pogo stick and a guitar, Ian got an art desk and a pirate ship, and Emma got goodies for her bitty baby, and a dolly house.  Scott got a camcorder and I got a flat screen monitor and a Beth Moore devotional.  The kids slept in until 8:30 on Christmas morning!  Gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we let the babies play with their toys (including daddy), we loaded up and headed to my mom's.  That was truly a bit unusual as well.  Tensions were high, spirits were low, but we were glad to be together.  My mom made an amazing meal...she's one of the best cooks I know.  The type who doesn't cook from recipes, but can whip up a feast with a potato and a can of soup.  Growing up, there were many times money was so tight you didn't know when you'd be able to buy groceries again.  My mom was infamous for feeding us well on a penny budget.  She's also a very personal, creative gift giver.  Apart from the kids getting fun things to play with, she got Scott a Lowe's gift card, and then blessed us with many accessories for our bedroom.  She knew I wanted to redecorate my room this year, and she loaded me up!  My brother-in-law, who last year gave us a membership to the Dallas Arboretum, this year gave us a membership to the Dallas Museum of Art.  Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my intentions and hearts desire were enough to make it happen, our Christmas would have been much more intentional about giving, serving, loving Jesus, loving others.  We did give, and serve, and love, but I wanted it to be more.  &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beth Moore&lt;/a&gt; wrote an incredible post on her blog about "do-overs."  It was  a New Year's post, reveling in the fact that God knew we would need to have fresh starts, so our calendar has LOTS of opportunities for that.  Every new year, new month, new week, new day, new holiday.  I am grateful and so thankful...and awed that He loves me enough to wait, and encourage, and believe.  Bless You Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-5502385391290122602?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/5502385391290122602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=5502385391290122602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5502385391290122602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/5502385391290122602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-in-nutshell.html' title='Christmas in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3b3-kDIaxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HhaKOuaEqgM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081247362277032824.post-3924901384364219915</id><published>2007-12-29T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:40:08.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3X4oEDIavI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0RQlGvMoIz4/s1600-h/IMG_20071225_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3X4oEDIavI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0RQlGvMoIz4/s320/IMG_20071225_1722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149295116133362418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had a bit of a relaxing Christmas this year...full of the normal hustle and bustle, sweet memories, familial drama, and feelings of material gluttony along the way...but also lots of time for enjoying my husband and my sweet babies.  They are (apart from Jesus) the most important things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more later, but wanted to get this party started!  So here are a few pictures from our Christmas adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma sitting pretty before&lt;br /&gt;leaving for church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3X2ZUDIasI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ot7W38Z-Dtc/s1600-h/IMG_20071224_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3X2ZUDIasI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ot7W38Z-Dtc/s320/IMG_20071224_1653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149292663707036354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian checking out the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3X4oUDIawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/21ibxhD23Yw/s1600-h/IMG_20071225_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3X4oUDIawI/AAAAAAAAAA0/21ibxhD23Yw/s320/IMG_20071225_1727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149295120428329730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam wrapped up some old toys for Santa&lt;br /&gt;to take to needy children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3X4nkDIauI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yQRwBujt5lQ/s1600-h/IMG_20071225_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3X4nkDIauI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yQRwBujt5lQ/s320/IMG_20071225_1709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149295107543427810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/a/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/a/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081247362277032824-3924901384364219915?l=mysweetblessings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/feeds/3924901384364219915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081247362277032824&amp;postID=3924901384364219915' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3924901384364219915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081247362277032824/posts/default/3924901384364219915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysweetblessings.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-preview.html' title='A Christmas Preview'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03535356906250429878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/SES9aeBDd2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1urPYTBs78g/S220/IMG_20080531_1133b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HPSNzdbNdD0/R3X4oEDIavI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0RQlGvMoIz4/s72-c/IMG_20071225_1722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
