<?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-19615463</id><updated>2012-02-20T06:39:16.125-05:00</updated><category term='lessons'/><category term='Regulations'/><title type='text'>My Spot Of Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Memories and musings of a Christian mother learning something new every day. I have come to the knowledge of the saving truth of Jesus Christ, the perfect One, and thank Him for the forgiveness of my sin.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-123742002225555433</id><published>2010-10-30T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:58:14.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check</title><content type='html'>Check. Check. This thing on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-123742002225555433?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/123742002225555433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=123742002225555433&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/123742002225555433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/123742002225555433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/check.html' title='Check'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7774230880960304531</id><published>2008-11-24T16:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:42:59.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipping Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Our small sanctuary was filled yesterday in prelude to our annual Thanksgiving Sunday feast. We usually have this immediately following the worship service the Sunday before Thanksgiving. It's like a "practice" meal before Thursday.  *smile*  I looked around at all the people seated. Some faces I knew and some I did not. Some of our regulars were missing and of course, I silently wondered where they could be. Don't you always miss those brothers and sisters who are absent? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the pastor speak of Christmas music being played in most of our department stores and how everything has gone from October straight to Christmas. At first I was thinking how I enjoy Christmas music and there couldn't possibly be anything wrong with helping the world get focused on the MOST important season of all as soon as possible, right?  As Christians, it's a time we can use the opportunity to celebrate our Savior's birth and not fear retaliation. (not yet, anyway) And then he said it. "Just skipping Thanksgiving"  This statement made a HUGE impact on me. Skipping Thanksgiving. Yep, I have been guilty. Definitely not guilty of skipping the holiday meal and all the trimmings, but skipping the opportunity to REALLY be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Convicted I was. We are to be in a continual state of thankfulness., not just a seasonal state of mind.  We know the risen savior! This alone is enough, but we (I) have so much to be thankful for! Families, health, jobs, homes, cars, clothing, food, electricity, indoor plumbing (Hallelujah!) and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this evening as I am getting things ready to be chopped, baked and presented, I am thankful. Thankful first of all to the One who has given me health and the means to be able to cook and the food. Also for the family that will partake in the breaking of the bread and a home in which we can sit and share our meal. I am nothing and can never be nothing without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;. My Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A HAPPY AND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKFUL&lt;/span&gt; THANKSGIVING TO ALL MY FRIENDS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-7774230880960304531?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7774230880960304531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7774230880960304531&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7774230880960304531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7774230880960304531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/skipping-thanksgiving.html' title='Skipping Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-8824908921421780743</id><published>2008-11-19T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:46:27.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow?</title><content type='html'>Yes, my friends! We had snow! It wasn't anything measurable, of course, but nevertheless, SNOW! In November! I was taken by complete surprise as I stared out the window. I took a picture with my cell phone, but it didn't capture the fine flurries, so you will have to imagine it with me. If only I would have had my regular camera....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha' think about that &lt;a href="http://askalutheran.com"&gt;ANITA&lt;/a&gt;?!!    *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-8824908921421780743?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8824908921421780743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=8824908921421780743&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8824908921421780743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8824908921421780743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow.html' title='Snow?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-8895782782156178348</id><published>2008-11-17T18:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:20:12.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Intuition,  Or Is It?</title><content type='html'>I had an awful scare at Nathan's pediatric appointment the other day. He was in for his four year check up, nothing out of the ordinary, right? While there I was asked by the nurse as well as the pediatrician about giving him the flu shot. Being a little leery of "new" vaccinations or drugs, (Have I mentioned before I have been called "over protective?) I declined. I guess saying I was "asked" by them is putting it mildly. Saying that I was lectured by the pediatrician about him having it would be more appropriate. She was almost unrelenting as she told me the side effects were all but none existent and expounded on the dangers of the flu itself instead of the vaccine. She also expressed to me the falsehood of how people will say that they were not even sick until they received the flu vaccine and then they got the flu. She said this is completely false and if you get the flu after receiving the vaccine, you were already exposed before the vaccine was able to "get into your system" to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had repeatedly said no to the vaccine during this office visit, I was starting to re-think my decision after hearing how serious the effects of the flu would be on my son and how negligent I would be as a parent to knowingly reject the vaccine, especially since there were little to NONE side effects. I apprehensively agreed and finally gave the go ahead although I still had reservations. As most of you know, Nathan was traumatized by the antibiotic injections he had during his time of back to back ear infections and I didn't want a repeat of arm flailing and screaming. I decided to ask him if the nurse could give him a "shot" in his thigh and to my surprise he answered yes! Not only that, but he wanted to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat him up on the table and the nurse soon came in ready to take care of business. She had release form for me to sign with questions about egg allergies. Seems this is what the flu vaccine is derived from. Hmmm, imagine that. Anyway, she cleaned his little thigh off and thumped the needle and before you know it, it was over. Nathan, much to my surprise and the nurse's, didn't shed a tear or take his eyes off the procedure from start to finish. "You are definitely going to the treasure box today" she told him. I pulled his jeans up and fastened them and we strolled out the door headed to the receptionist desk. We passed the dr. in the hallway and she seemed very pleased I heeded her advice. "Don't forget to make an appointment for one month" she said to me. "He will need to get the second half."  What?!!!! She never mentioned a second half to me. Seems there is two parts for children under the age of nine. I wondered to myself why she didn't tell me this previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued on to the check out desk and told the receptionist that I needed to bring him back in one month for part two. As she was trying to get me scheduled Nathan tugged on my leg and let me know that he was suppose to go to the toy chest to get his prize. He sure hadn't forgotten that and didn't want me to either. I mentioned to the young lady the nurse had promised the chest and she proceeded to look for it. (It was her first day at this office) I informed her is was in the bottom drawer of the file cabinet behind her. She allowed us to come around the partition and opened the drawer much to Nathan's delight. I told him to pick just one and he did so happily. He chose a toy exactly like the one he chose the last visit. It was a small rubber dinosaur. He was happy! We went back around the desk to finish the scheduling. As we worked out the day, I felt Nathan tug on my leg and when I looked down, he said to me with a gnarled up face, "Mommy, My tummy hurts" Suddenly, as I started to ask him questions, he turned a wax white. I have never seen him look this pale and his lips were turning  blue! I picked him up (he was just limp at this point) and immediately knew he was having a reaction to the flu shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two nurses guiding me back to the examining room as they were calling for the pediatrician. Funny, how I can remember hearing her heels clicking on the tile floor as she hurried to where we were. They were telling me to lay him down on the table. I did, but I didn't move completely away from him. No need to tell you how scared I was. He was placed on a monitor for his breathing and heart rate. Thank the Lord, He was still conscious. I still hand my hands on him and begin to pray. Yes, I am one of those who definitely believes in the "laying on of hands" as the bible instructs. His color began to come back and he wanted something to drink. His pediatrician got him some water. I stayed right by his side until I knew he was ABSOULUTELY, WITHOUT A DOUBT, FINE! Of course I am thinking to myself how I knew NOT to get this flu shot, but I went against my intuition! Ugghhhh!!!!! As Christians, we know better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's pediatrician had no explanation for his reaction to the vaccine. She knew I would not allow him to have the second half. She did, however, apologize to me. She even told me that she wished she would not have kept trying to persuade me, knowing that I was not comfortable with it. *sigh* Who could have known, right? I haven't heard of anyone else having issues with this, have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I am thankful for the loving care of my heavenly father. I don't know what I would do without Him taking care of me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/289/24F0C7F56E926A8348204489A1EA2CC3.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-8895782782156178348?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8895782782156178348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=8895782782156178348&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8895782782156178348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8895782782156178348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/mothers-intuition-or-is-it.html' title='Mother&apos;s Intuition,  Or Is It?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2515719403725992049</id><published>2008-10-21T19:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:09:11.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>I am  bad for putting off dr. appointments until almost, absolutely necessary because I just don't like to to go. Period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I realize, as I am getting older, that I may as well get over this little......ummmm....phobia?...maybe?, I am not sure what it is. Anyway, I finally made myself an appointment for an issue I needed to address and decided while I was there I may as well confront a couple of other &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;minor&lt;/span&gt; concerns. You know, kinda get everything knocked out in one trip, especially since my co-pay has gone up. The co-pay is almost as much as the office visit&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; use&lt;/span&gt; to be! Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining. I am soooo thankful for insurance. I know there are many without this privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After taking care of the formalities,(this visit was for a second opinion) I began to get on with the visit explaining the main problem for which I was seeking medical care. This didn't seem to generate too much interest from the attending physician, in fact, she seemed almost bored. She did address my concerns, but almost monotonously. Could this be because I told her I was there for a second opinion? You know, the whole dr. taking care of dr thing? I don't know. I guess it may have something to do with repeating the same thing over and over to women my age. I had three different things to inquire about so I hastily moved on to the last thing on my mental list of ailments. One of them being a mole in a very uncomfortable place. In the last year or so, it seemed to pop up out of no where and then take off with incredible speed and desire to take over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure she would refer me to a dermatologist for evaluation, but I was wrong. Seconds after seeing "the mole" (I had her attention now, by golly) I was told "I am taking care of this today!" Before I knew it, the nurse was in waving her vials of pain killer(in needle form) and saying things like "lie back"  and "just relax" like anyone could do such after seeing the little "surgery" kit she brought in with her. Before I knew it, I was numbed up and ready to go...stitches and all. *smile* It didn't take the dr. long to place "it" in a jar to be sent off. I hope to have the results in a couple of weeks. I am believing all is well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally unprepared for such quick removal, but I have to say, I think sudden decisions are sometimes best. If I was given too much time to think about it, I probably would have opted to wait a little longer......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2515719403725992049?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2515719403725992049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2515719403725992049&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2515719403725992049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2515719403725992049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-bad-for-putting-off-dr.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5681188155595345937</id><published>2008-10-12T22:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:40:31.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally Did It!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Ladies, I finally purchased my first Christmas present this weekend. It's not that I am in the "Christmas Spirit" or anything like that, it's just that I found a great deal on a gift (clearance baby!) for Nathan and it was only $5. I know, right? Five dollars! I usually don't start my shopping until November/December so I am early and a tad bit proud of myself.  With the economy in the condition it is, I think this will be the target amount for a good portion of gifts on my list. I plan to keep my eyes open for more of these deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already let it be known that gift giving will be down this year compared to last. I plan to be more practical and penny wise. I also want to get back to making beautiful things for my friends and family.  I'm sure this has been a popular thought with most already. I think it will give us all more time to stress the real reason behind the slogans and keep us a little more humble. It is so easy to take things for granted. I will be the first to raise my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I had another great find. It is this and it is delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SPLU9FKtFmI/AAAAAAAABTE/lZIy54-mtEE/s1600-h/8924_12timothy%27s+tea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SPLU9FKtFmI/AAAAAAAABTE/lZIy54-mtEE/s400/8924_12timothy%27s+tea.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256497860918974050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen it last weekend, but chose not to purchase it at the time, (don't ask, because I don't know what I was thinking, lol) but I have it now. I usually have my cup of tea with one packet of splenda and about a half pack of sweet and low.  I don't like to use the artificial sweeteners, but those teaspoons of sugar tend to add up the calories pretty quickly. I don't know about you, but I have other things I use those calories on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/315/9E7F4345726D5FA58375E6D7037F6F20.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5681188155595345937?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5681188155595345937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5681188155595345937&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5681188155595345937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5681188155595345937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I Finally Did It!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SPLU9FKtFmI/AAAAAAAABTE/lZIy54-mtEE/s72-c/8924_12timothy%27s+tea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-361897816484375295</id><published>2008-10-08T16:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:45:11.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movie Is Great!</title><content type='html'>I actually saw the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the weekend before last, but have failed to post about it. Shame on me!&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely worth every penny spent we spent to see it. My honey and I haven't been to the theater together in years and I mean YEARS, but we decided to make a special effort to see this movie. I am so glad we did. I have seen Kirk Cameron on various programs and knew he was a christian, but since seeing him in his latest role, I have a completely different opinion of him. I saw him as a mature, man of God for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the movie is being targeted towards married couples, but I would encourage everyone, married or only thinking about it, to see it. I think there is something for all. There were a lot of tears shed during the viewing, but I think there were just as many laughs. Yes, laughter. Plenty of laughter. In fact, I think some of the tears were from laughing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine this movie NOT winning some type of award and I have to say it is the only movie I have seen in the theater that I would pay twice to see again. If you happen to go, please let me know how you enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/289/24F0C7F56E926A8348204489A1EA2CC3.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-361897816484375295?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/361897816484375295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=361897816484375295&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/361897816484375295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/361897816484375295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/move-is-great.html' title='The Movie Is Great!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-6770020076650527568</id><published>2008-09-12T18:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:42:01.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Well Do You Know Your Husband?</title><content type='html'>I copied this from &lt;a href="http://aplacetoland.blogspot.com"&gt;LISA"S&lt;/a&gt; Blog and thought I would like to do it, so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer this series of questions to see how well you know YOUR man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your spouse is watching TV. What is he watching?&lt;br /&gt;NCIS, Football, or either this new cable show he is come to like called Burn Notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're out to eat. What kind of dressing does he get on his salad?&lt;br /&gt;He prefers french, but will order ranch if he thinks I want to share. (Is that love or what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's one food this person doesn't like?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...this was a toughie cause he likes most foods, but he doesn't like anything with black olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You got out to a restaurant. He orders....&lt;br /&gt;To drink, coke. To eat, it's ribeye and ribs from Texas, Grilled chicken from CBarrel, flounder and shrimp from 316 oyster bar (fried, or course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where did he go to high school?&lt;br /&gt;Southview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What size shoe does he wear?&lt;br /&gt;10 sometimes 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If this person were to collect anything, it would be.....&lt;br /&gt;hats....he has lots and t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;He likes fish sandwiches from MCd's if the bun is steamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. This person could eat____________ everyday.&lt;br /&gt;potato salad (if I make it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;raisin bran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. This person wouldn't be caught dead wearing...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...this is another, He would wear just about anything if I would let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite sports team&lt;br /&gt;He always pulls for the underdog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who will he vote for?&lt;br /&gt;McCain/Palin, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is his sign?&lt;br /&gt;Will work for food? LOL  I'm with you, Lisa. We don't do signs...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is something you do that he wishes you didn't?&lt;br /&gt;get online before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How many states has he lived in?&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure about this one. He was in the army a couple of years before we met and married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is his heritage? I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Did you bake him a cake for his birthday?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't but, our beautiful daughter did. Have I ever told you what a great baker she is?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Did he play sports in high school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...He is very athletic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. This person could spend hours....&lt;br /&gt;Doing yard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how well you know your man!! Maybe you will learn something new!!&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you decide to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/289/24F0C7F56E926A8348204489A1EA2CC3.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-6770020076650527568?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6770020076650527568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=6770020076650527568&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6770020076650527568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6770020076650527568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-well-do-you-know-your-husband.html' title='How Well Do You Know Your Husband?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7599048725059893188</id><published>2008-09-10T16:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:30:58.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SMg74yke0WI/AAAAAAAABSI/z-LIaTSq2QA/s1600-h/blogger_award.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SMg74yke0WI/AAAAAAAABSI/z-LIaTSq2QA/s400/blogger_award.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244507612906443106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet friend  &lt;a href="http://aplacetoland.blogspot.com/"&gt;LISA&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://aplacetoland.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Place To Land &lt;/a&gt; has been so gracious as to give me this award. Please go on over and check out her site. You will love it!  I feel truly undeserving *blush* as I haven't been fulfilling the title of "blogger" lately. I hope to get back on track shortly. There has been so much going on, and yet, I haven't been able to blog about most of it. Maybe I can see my way past and reflect on the positive and have something to share. *smile* I have also meant to set up a different page for these, but true to my procrastinating self, I haven't gotten around to it. And as always, if you are reading my blog, I probably read yours, so in light of that matter, I award each one of my friends that are reading.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/289/24F0C7F56E926A8348204489A1EA2CC3.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-7599048725059893188?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7599048725059893188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7599048725059893188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7599048725059893188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7599048725059893188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-sweet.html' title='How Sweet!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SMg74yke0WI/AAAAAAAABSI/z-LIaTSq2QA/s72-c/blogger_award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1420107704137275843</id><published>2008-09-08T11:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:31:19.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May I Have Your Attention, Please?</title><content type='html'>Before I begin, I would like to say that I LOVE my bloggy friends. You are the greatest. I enjoy "visiting" you and following up with what is going on in your lives. I haven't always had time to comment---especially lately, but I still try to pop in and out. I want to thank each and everyone that have prayed for me and my dad. He is doing fantastic. He was in rehab (physical therapy) until this past Thursday. He had some problems with strengthing his legs after surgery but is doing so much better. He shared with me something amazing and as soon as I can get him to repeat it to me in detail, I plan to post about it. It is awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never wanted to offend anyone with anything that I may post on my blog or live in "real life".  (and neither do I now)  I ordinarily try to stay away from topics that promote debate or could lead to contention. In fact, I have often tossed around what to post about and what NOT to post about and then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a revelation!   THIS IS MY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have declared this from day one by my choice of title,  MY Spot of blog. This gives me the freedom to post about ANYTHING I want to.  It can be about my Savior, children, home, hobbies, shopping adventures, recipes, etc.....you get the picture......          :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that regardless of what I may say, everyone may not agree with me. I have also decided this is okay seeing as to how I have been from blog to blog and read things that have left me scratching my head wondering how in the world they could think this or that. I know  my options are clear if I don't like what I read.  (I think we all know the unwritten rules of the bloggy world.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one feature I like about the comments or email, we can delete it if we don't like the critique or the fear of being humiliated by someone that goes off half cocked.  I usually don't have this problem, but I know of some that do. But what do you do if your actions are called into public attention and you have no control over the criticism and ugly comments that are written about something you did hoping  to promote positive feedback?  Such as the case &lt;a href="http://www.fayobserver.com/article_archive?id=1219112&amp;amp;q=gas,giveaway"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;  I don't attend this church nor have I ever met the pastor, but I have read of previous efforts of his church to spread the gospel and it also involved giving to the community. I applaud them, but not everyone feels the same. He was attacked for not giving this money to another cause. Can you believe this?  Well, I know this is now the way of the world, and I also realize Jesus was ridiculed for the good He did, but I still have a hard time accepting it. I  did not want to promote the hateful spirit of the letters written in protest of this event so I will not post or link to them.  I choose to believe the church's intentions were pure. I also know that regardless of what we do, everyone will not like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-1420107704137275843?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1420107704137275843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1420107704137275843&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1420107704137275843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1420107704137275843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/before-i-begin-i-would-like-to-say-that.html' title='May I Have Your Attention, Please?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7170208916565714635</id><published>2008-08-11T19:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:00:22.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for His grace and mercy! Our wonderful Lord has brought my dad through! I appreciate all your prayers for him (and me). He is doing great. He is still heavily sedated of course, and won't be allowed to "come out of it" until morning.  His breathing tube was removed tonight and that was good news. I know he will be able to rest a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt; We were a little worried about his kidney function, as he is diabetic and has had a problem with this previously, but all is well. Thanks be to God! I also appreciate your words of encouragement.  I would have updated sooner, but I didn't get home until late. &lt;br /&gt;It is a blessing to have friends like you! I love you all....&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                     Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SKDgePqc40I/AAAAAAAABR8/lCD0UfMC9YU/s1600-h/thyname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SKDgePqc40I/AAAAAAAABR8/lCD0UfMC9YU/s320/thyname.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233429577209799490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is having open heart surgery early in the morning.(Tuesday) I would appreciate your prayers for him. I was with him while he was in the hospital last week for a heart cauterization. The doctor told him he would try to put stints in if he found any blockages, but sad to say, it was not possible. We were told he has 5 to 6 blockages and surgery is the only option. My dad suffered several heart attacks a few years ago and God was gracious to bring him through. I am still believing God's grace to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words I can say to bring peace to him. He is scared. Only God can give him the peace he seeks. Please pray that he will accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-7170208916565714635?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7170208916565714635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7170208916565714635&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7170208916565714635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7170208916565714635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/heart-surgery.html' title='Heart Surgery'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SKDgePqc40I/AAAAAAAABR8/lCD0UfMC9YU/s72-c/thyname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1417135219022932537</id><published>2008-08-06T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:49:22.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Napleon Speaks About Jesus</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know it has been a while! Upon my return, I wanted to share a fascinating quote from Napolean Bonaparte concerning my savior, Jesus. My pastor read this during his sermon a couple of weeks ago and I knew immediately I wanted to post this! Some of you may have read it before, but if not, I hope you are as touched by it as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon:&lt;br /&gt;"What a conqueror!--a conqueror who controls humanity at will, and wins to himself not only one nation, but the whole human race. What a marvel! He attaches to himself the human soul with all its energies. And how? By a miracle which surpasses all others. He claims the love of men--that is to say, the most difficult thing in the world to obtain; that which the wisest of men cannot froce from his truest friend, that which no father can compel from his children, no wife from her husband, no brother from his brother--the heart. He claims it ; he requires it absolutely and undividedly, and he obtains it instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander, Caesar, Hannibal, Louis XIV strove in vain to secure this. They conquered the world, yet they had not a single friend, or at all events, they have none any more. Christ speaks, however, and from that moment all generations belong to him; and they are joined to him much more closely than by any ties of blood and by a much more intimate, sacred and powerful communion. He kindles the flame of love which causes one's self-love to die, and triumphs over every other love. Why should we not recognize in this miracle of love the eternal Word which created the world? The other founders of religions had not the least conception of this mystic love which forms the essence of Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have filled multitudes with such passionate devotion that they went to death for me. But God forbid that I should compare the enthusiasm of my soldiers with Christian love. They are as unlike as their causes. In my case, my presence was always necessary, the electric effect of my glance, my voice, my words, to kindle fire in their hearts. And I certainly posses personally the secret of that magic power of taking by storm the sentiments of men; but I was not able to communicate that power to anyone. None of my generals ever learned it from me or found it out. Moreover, I myself do not possess the secret of perpetuating my name and a love for me in their hearts for ever, and to work miracles in them without material means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I languish here at St Helena, chained upon this rock, who fights, who conquers empires for me? Who still even thinks of me? Who interests himself for me in Europe? Who has remained true to me? That is the fate of all great men. It was the fate of Alexander and Caesar, as it is my own. We are forgotten, and the names of the mightiest conquerors and most illustrious emperors are soon only the subject of a schoolboy's taks. Our exploits come under the rod of a pedantic schoolmaster, who praises or condemns us as he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an abyss exists between my profound misery and the eternal reign of Christ, who is preached, loved, and worshipped, and live on throughout the entire world. Is this to die? Is it not rather to live eternally? The death of Christ! It is the death of a God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quoted in Hilarin Felder, Christ and the Critics, vol. 2, pp. 216-17)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-1417135219022932537?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1417135219022932537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1417135219022932537&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1417135219022932537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1417135219022932537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/napleon-speaks-about-jesus.html' title='Napleon Speaks About Jesus'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3273344827643718103</id><published>2008-04-29T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T22:51:33.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Wow! Time sure passes quickly when you have a post that needs to be finished. I have been meaning to get this post together and it seems that everything else has captured my attention. I was also waiting for &lt;a href="http://askalutheran.com"&gt;ANITA&lt;/a&gt; to put her brilliant spin on the pics. *grin*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita's camera is broken, so we didn't get as many photos as we would have liked. I think we were so busy talking that we forgot we had that option. As a matter of fact, I was so excited about spending the weekend with my Canadian neighbors that  I forgot to take my camera on the way over to the hotel to greet them. Now, how sad is that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita called to let me know about what time they were to get into town on Friday the 18th. We had decided to meet at the &lt;a href="http://www.marriott.com/hotels/travel/avlcy-courtyard-asheville/"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt; (and no, this isn't the actual one where she stayed. I don't won't to give away my exact location...*smile*)  I had been patiently waiting up to this point and I was now ready to see them face to face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decided to have dinner near the hotel of which they were staying since there was just about every restaurant you could name in the vicinity. We knew we were going to head out to the beach the next morning so we decided seafood was out of the question and Anita opted for &lt;a href="http://www.olivegarden.com/default_f.asp"&gt;Olive Garden&lt;/a&gt;. It was a great choice, Anita! The meal was delicious and the company wasn't half bad either! *smile*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished eating, we decided to come back to my house for a little more fellowship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first picture I took, as my camera was home, ahem.... (alone)&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they just the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_zS8AqyTI/AAAAAAAABOk/nxIb-CGn1SE/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_zS8AqyTI/AAAAAAAABOk/nxIb-CGn1SE/s320/anita+and+ken-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192636402053597490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we were off to the beach. We were blessed with a beautiful day full of sunshine. This is Ken and Anita going to "stick their toes in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_698AqyWI/AAAAAAAABO8/Ou0kOHRBRmw/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_698AqyWI/AAAAAAAABO8/Ou0kOHRBRmw/s320/anita+and+ken-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192644837369366882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_zSMAqySI/AAAAAAAABOc/3dwalz1jhJ4/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_zSMAqySI/AAAAAAAABOc/3dwalz1jhJ4/s320/anita+and+ken-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192636389168695586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_zQsAqyQI/AAAAAAAABOM/l5RBefz85Ag/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_zQsAqyQI/AAAAAAAABOM/l5RBefz85Ag/s320/anita+and+ken-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192636363398891778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_zRcAqyRI/AAAAAAAABOU/9AsbqjGdHSc/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_zRcAqyRI/AAAAAAAABOU/9AsbqjGdHSc/s320/anita+and+ken-09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192636376283793682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we decided to walk down the beach and search for shells. We came upon this so cleverly disguised. I almost touched it while searching for small shells. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_6-8AqyYI/AAAAAAAABPM/TVwmlwZanVA/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_6-8AqyYI/AAAAAAAABPM/TVwmlwZanVA/s320/anita+and+ken-15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192644854549236098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach Buds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_68sAqyUI/AAAAAAAABOs/rfLIgF6-4v4/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_68sAqyUI/AAAAAAAABOs/rfLIgF6-4v4/s320/anita+and+ken-21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192644815894530370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband declared he is going on a diet after this photo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Anita shaking the sand off her feet as we were getting ready to leave sandy coastline. Funny how we had planned to spend more time there, but didn't. We tried  to pack too many activities into such a short period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_84sAqycI/AAAAAAAABPs/jpYyK3CsRlU/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_84sAqycI/AAAAAAAABPs/jpYyK3CsRlU/s320/anita+and+ken-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192646946198309314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode around the area for a little while and then went to eat lunch at the Purple Onion in Shallote. If you are familiar with the area, but have never eaten there, please go and try it. Anita and I had salads that were very pleasing. The guys didn't complain either. I highly recommend this little restaurant for it's food, prices and cleanliness, which is a big plus. Oh, and I forgot to mention their homemade desserts. Yes, I know I am watching my weight, but after several weeks of being good, I let my guard down for a piece of their 7 layer chocolate cake. It did not disappoint. It was sooo good in fact, I could have eaten the plastic container it was served in, but I was trying to be on my best behavior in front of company and all. *smile* I have no pictures of this, as I left my camera in the car. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went over to &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/home/index.jsp"&gt;Bath and Body Works&lt;/a&gt; so Anita could take a look around. Funny story here, but I will let Anita tell you if she so chooses. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon left the area to head out to Myrtle Beach. We had reservations for &lt;a href="http://www.cgp.net/LandingPage.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; I have seen the Christmas show and absolutely loved it and I have seen Good Vibrations show, but I had never seen this one. Another funny story, but I again will let Anita tell this one also, if she chooses. After the show we went to where else, but Cracker Barrel. You can barely read the sign Anita is holding in the first pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_84MAqybI/AAAAAAAABPk/r2vh7sUbf-k/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_84MAqybI/AAAAAAAABPk/r2vh7sUbf-k/s320/anita+and+ken-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192646937608374706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read it very well in this one. I think this is my favorite one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_83cAqyaI/AAAAAAAABPc/drEVG4XjflU/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_83cAqyaI/AAAAAAAABPc/drEVG4XjflU/s320/anita+and+ken-25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192646924723472802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our chauffeur getting ready to take us back to the hotel where we would be spending the night.  Thanks, honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_-6sAqyiI/AAAAAAAABQc/Rbw0vsac6kQ/s1600-h/anita+and+ken-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_-6sAqyiI/AAAAAAAABQc/Rbw0vsac6kQ/s320/anita+and+ken-31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192649179581303330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am going to end this for tonight. It is getting so late and I am tired. I didn't think I was going to get this far, but I am glad I did. Hopefully Anita will get something up soon. She has probably been as busy as I have......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-3273344827643718103?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3273344827643718103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3273344827643718103&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3273344827643718103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3273344827643718103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SA_zS8AqyTI/AAAAAAAABOk/nxIb-CGn1SE/s72-c/anita+and+ken-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5145084732472926744</id><published>2008-04-23T23:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:08:49.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faabulous Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Pictures are coming! I just haven't had time to post them yet.&lt;a href="http://askalutheran.com"&gt; Anita &lt;/a&gt; will probably beat me to it. We had a great weekend, but it was too short. I have sent the pics to her that were taken. For some reason, we didn't take as many as we should. Be patient with me, please. *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5145084732472926744?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5145084732472926744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5145084732472926744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5145084732472926744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5145084732472926744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/faabulous-weekend.html' title='Faabulous Weekend!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2147007327346473103</id><published>2008-04-16T22:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:08:40.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Sweet</title><content type='html'>Could there be anything sweeter? Flowers for me from my son. He has stolen my heart. I hope this is something he will continue to do forever.  Not just for me, but for the special lady that comes along later in life (much later) and steals his heart. Thank You, my precious boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAbCV6w29UI/AAAAAAAABN8/ZmGNv710kwA/s1600-h/flowers-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAbCV6w29UI/AAAAAAAABN8/ZmGNv710kwA/s320/flowers-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190049302398301506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2147007327346473103?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2147007327346473103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2147007327346473103&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2147007327346473103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2147007327346473103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-sweet.html' title='Something Sweet'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAbCV6w29UI/AAAAAAAABN8/ZmGNv710kwA/s72-c/flowers-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1456296370021602277</id><published>2008-04-12T21:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:43:12.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Having A Made Up Mind</title><content type='html'>It started off as just an ordinary afternoon. I wasn't looking for anything adventurous at all. My lovely daughter was only working half a day and asked if I would go with her to the animal shelter when she got off work. Sure, I told her, BUT I am NOT going to get a dog! I knew I couldn't take her to the animal shelter without taking my son. He has asked me on several occasions to take a quick ride over and just "look" at the animals and I have turned him down each time. So, I waited until his dad picked him up from school and off we went. I reminded them once again while in the parking lot that we were just looking and we were NOT getting a dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building which now accommodates the strays and others is newly constructed. It's much nicer than the former building that was very old and smelly. Upon entering, we had to sign in before we could be taken to the back to view the barking creatures. I could never work at a place like this. My heart would break too badly, not to mention that I wouldn't have one extra inch of space to keep all those poor babies. As we strolled in front of the cages, I still reminded myself that we were NOT going to get a dog. No, not today....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was upfront filling out the adoption paperwork, *smile* my daughter was on her way home to trade vehicles in order to transport the newest member of our family. *sigh* I knew I shouldn't have agreed to this trip, but then again, we wouldn't have Roscoe. Roscoe had just arrived earlier in the day. Bless his heart. His previous owner was being deployed and had to give him up. I am sure it broke his heart to do so. I feel certain that he loved this beautiful dog, as he was well cared for. I wish I knew who it was just so I could let them know that he doesn't have to worry about him anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAD6w29JI/AAAAAAAABM4/gPf6jCp8eDw/s1600-h/roscoe-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAD6w29JI/AAAAAAAABM4/gPf6jCp8eDw/s320/roscoe-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188569050509669522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAEaw29LI/AAAAAAAABNE/zofUK6PIAws/s1600-h/roscoe-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAEaw29LI/AAAAAAAABNE/zofUK6PIAws/s320/roscoe-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188569059099604146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAE6w29NI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ekjQJepnLM0/s1600-h/roscoe-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAE6w29NI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ekjQJepnLM0/s320/roscoe-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188569067689538770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAFKw29PI/AAAAAAAABNc/Yo04fl3x5cU/s1600-h/roscoe-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAFKw29PI/AAAAAAAABNc/Yo04fl3x5cU/s320/roscoe-09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188569071984506098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAFqw29RI/AAAAAAAABNo/HI2tVy5vxos/s1600-h/roscoe-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAFqw29RI/AAAAAAAABNo/HI2tVy5vxos/s320/roscoe-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188569080574440722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.....he actually looks a little sad in these pictures, but I assure you he has jumped, ran, and played all afternoon. I think he might be a little sad that we had to come inside and leave him out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-1456296370021602277?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1456296370021602277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1456296370021602277&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1456296370021602277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1456296370021602277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/having-made-up-mind.html' title='Having A Made Up Mind'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/SAGAD6w29JI/AAAAAAAABM4/gPf6jCp8eDw/s72-c/roscoe-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4295162570651282820</id><published>2008-04-08T01:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T02:55:39.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Seven</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by my friend &lt;a href="http://twolittlevikings.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to do a 7 things meme. She suggested tea cups for me, so..... I decided to go with it. *smile* I actually have mixed it up a little and added a few teapots. (I couldn't help it) Please forgive me for the dust and my neglect of not staging my items. I have been meaning to post this for a few days, and time has gotten away from me. I decided to go and ahead without the fanfare and show you what I've got. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with this tea cup. It was an unexpected find on one of my trips to the &lt;a href="http://www.biltmore.com"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/a&gt;. I always love finding treasures such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_rh_FL_MUI/AAAAAAAABJI/GqPmUxuad3w/s1600-h/my+seven-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_rh_FL_MUI/AAAAAAAABJI/GqPmUxuad3w/s320/my+seven-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186706394711011650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a little unique and very delicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_ri6lL_MXI/AAAAAAAABJg/bdNjqiEfJH4/s1600-h/my+seven-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_ri6lL_MXI/AAAAAAAABJg/bdNjqiEfJH4/s320/my+seven-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186707416913228146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another of my favorites and I was blessed to find the matching teapot. It's photo is coming up shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_ri6VL_MWI/AAAAAAAABJY/9tG9gXfVxPk/s1600-h/my+seven-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_ri6VL_MWI/AAAAAAAABJY/9tG9gXfVxPk/s320/my+seven-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186707412618260834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite green Royal Albert one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_sWglL_MrI/AAAAAAAABMA/ebI3vFV6aCk/s1600-h/my+seven-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_sWglL_MrI/AAAAAAAABMA/ebI3vFV6aCk/s320/my+seven-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186764144841274034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Royal Albert, Old Country Roses in blue.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_sYeVL_MwI/AAAAAAAABMo/q6MiG8j9L1k/s1600-h/my+seven-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_sYeVL_MwI/AAAAAAAABMo/q6MiG8j9L1k/s320/my+seven-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186766305209824002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another Royal Albert. It is from an anniversary edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_sWhFL_MtI/AAAAAAAABMQ/rak5IiiEqq8/s1600-h/my+seven-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_sWhFL_MtI/AAAAAAAABMQ/rak5IiiEqq8/s320/my+seven-25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186764153431208658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one like I gave to my dear friend  &lt;a href="http://askalutheran.com"&gt;Anita&lt;/a&gt; so we could share a cup of tea in spite of the distance apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_rmjlL_MlI/AAAAAAAABLQ/8OjxJMJMKQw/s1600-h/my+seven-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_rmjlL_MlI/AAAAAAAABLQ/8OjxJMJMKQw/s320/my+seven-27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186711419822748242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Although I have more, this completes the 7 for the meme. I will now share a few random items from my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some of my Royal Albert Old Country Roses. Ahhh....these are my very favorites! Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_sWhlL_MvI/AAAAAAAABMg/PvG1E00Ccc0/s1600-h/my+seven-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_sWhlL_MvI/AAAAAAAABMg/PvG1E00Ccc0/s320/my+seven-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186764162021143282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to find a cup or the sugar bowl for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_ri8VL_MaI/AAAAAAAABJ4/yuDIF08NUOk/s1600-h/my+seven-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_ri8VL_MaI/AAAAAAAABJ4/yuDIF08NUOk/s320/my+seven-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186707446977999266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little something in blue......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_rjplL_McI/AAAAAAAABKI/IPn4LB1LG3E/s1600-h/my+seven-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_rjplL_McI/AAAAAAAABKI/IPn4LB1LG3E/s320/my+seven-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186708224367079874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teapot I promised. Isn't it lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_si8lL_MxI/AAAAAAAABMw/27XDclH2UWw/s1600-h/my+seven-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_si8lL_MxI/AAAAAAAABMw/27XDclH2UWw/s320/my+seven-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186777820017144594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_ri71L_MZI/AAAAAAAABJw/DucfNCnRpaM/s1600-h/my+seven-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_ri71L_MZI/AAAAAAAABJw/DucfNCnRpaM/s320/my+seven-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186707438388064658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last set I am going to share with you is one that my dear hubby gave to me for my birthday this year. I haven't taken it out and put it with the rest of my collection just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_rh91L_MRI/AAAAAAAABIw/sttYj19OijI/s1600-h/my+seven-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_rh91L_MRI/AAAAAAAABIw/sttYj19OijI/s320/my+seven-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186706373236175122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few other things left, but will save those for another time.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to tag anyone, but if you are reading and would like to participate, please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking all these photos I am able to see a great need to dust and re-arrange. Thanks, Beth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-4295162570651282820?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4295162570651282820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4295162570651282820&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4295162570651282820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4295162570651282820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-seven.html' title='My Seven'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_rh_FL_MUI/AAAAAAAABJI/GqPmUxuad3w/s72-c/my+seven-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-8094633956493396161</id><published>2008-04-01T19:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:36:42.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Good Goodwill Day!</title><content type='html'>I have often read on other's blogs about finding great things at Goodwill. Usually there is a lovely picture with darling tea cups, teapots, and other fine china that have been scooped up and taken into their lovely homes. There are also pictures of beautiful table linens that have been abandoned. I, on the other hand, haven't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; found anything half as great as these ladies, until today. Nathan had his regular speech appointment and I impulsively decided to swing by my local Goodwill before going home. I really wasn't expecting to find anything. I am usually excited about treasure hunting, but since I have been disappointed in the past, I didn't hurry to the back shelf where the dishes and glasswares are kept. In fact, I think I was snubbing them for not having anything awaiting me before, so I casually strolled through the many racks of clothing acting as if I didn't care. Imagine my surprise to find not one, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; tea cups and the matching saucers!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_LZwlL_MJI/AAAAAAAABHw/i4sHcICQKsk/s1600-h/goodwill+find-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_LZwlL_MJI/AAAAAAAABHw/i4sHcsCQKsk/s320/goodwill+find-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184445549696200850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid .49 cents each per cup and .39 cents for the saucers. Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes scanned the rest of the shelves, I found this lovely Noritake bread and butter plate. I don't have anything else that matches, but I couldn't leave it there all alone, could I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_LZw1L_MKI/AAAAAAAABH4/A_djJH8fjB0/s1600-h/goodwill+find-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_LZw1L_MKI/AAAAAAAABH4/A_djJH8fjB0/s320/goodwill+find-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184445553991168162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed these pretties in my little "hand basket" and was ready to look for those table linens. I mean, after all, I was having a good day! I soon changed my mind about the linens. There was too much stuff all strewn together in that bin. Bed linens and table linens in one. I know, I know. There was probably linen treasure galore at the bottom of that heaping pile, but I don't think I was quite ready for that adventure. I will save linen hunting for another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-8094633956493396161?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8094633956493396161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=8094633956493396161&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8094633956493396161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8094633956493396161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-goodwill-day.html' title='A  Good Goodwill Day!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R_LZwlL_MJI/AAAAAAAABHw/i4sHcsCQKsk/s72-c/goodwill+find-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5212677690154989616</id><published>2008-03-29T19:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:47:35.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Copyright Infringement</title><content type='html'>I am sad to say that I had to change my beautiful banner due to the fact of copyright infringement. I found it one day while "surfing" the internet and just loved it.  While surfing a few days later, I found the rightful owner of the photo and felt the need to do the right thing and ask permission to use it. The owner was very gracious and thanked me for asking, but I am sad to report she could not grant me permission as it is pending magazine publishing. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sad about it because I felt the photo was so "me", :) &lt;br /&gt;but this has forced my hand........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about taking pics of my own things and using it for my banner for a while now, but haven't gotten around to it. I haven't been too confident in this area, thus giving me an excuse not to try. Sometimes we have to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;forced&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out of our comfort zone. I find this true in all areas of my life. Yes, even in my walk with the Lord. It is so easy to get comfortable right. where. I. am. Definitely not what God intends for us. He wants us OUT there turning the world upside down for HIM! And all the while we are sitting around thinking we are not capable of such a feat even after all HE has equipped us with. He wants us to answer the call.Lord, forgive me for letting you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you have it......my very own things and you know, I kinda like 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5212677690154989616?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5212677690154989616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5212677690154989616&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5212677690154989616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5212677690154989616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/copyright-infringement.html' title='Copyright Infringement'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5029807580757749571</id><published>2008-03-27T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:49:29.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggy Birthday Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/?p=769"&gt;Iris &lt;/a&gt; is having a birthday! Go on over and leave a comment for a chance to win some great items. Not only that, you will be encouraged while visiting her site. Hurry up, you only have till March 31.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5029807580757749571?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5029807580757749571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5029807580757749571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5029807580757749571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5029807580757749571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloggy-birthday-giveaway.html' title='Bloggy Birthday Giveaway!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-9052399629395351385</id><published>2008-03-26T11:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:25:39.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Lives!!</title><content type='html'>I want to share some pics of our outdoor Easter drama. I wished I would have taken more, but I was too busy. We worked very hard in a short period of time to pull this off. Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried something a little different this year by having "Jesus" walk with a crowd and explain his life story at each scene starting with his birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qAGlL_LPI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Jhr9hTRU20o/s1600-h/church-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qAGlL_LPI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Jhr9hTRU20o/s200/church-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182095171793136882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus with the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qAHVL_LQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/iq9KsZaaaEQ/s1600-h/church-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qAHVL_LQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/iq9KsZaaaEQ/s200/church-09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182095184678038786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus with the woman at the well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qAIFL_LRI/AAAAAAAAA_o/z-ZX7OFYvck/s1600-h/church-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qAIFL_LRI/AAAAAAAAA_o/z-ZX7OFYvck/s200/church-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182095197562940690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jesus breaking the bread and yes, I know, we had a very tallll Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qC4FL_LSI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ogirwuQY1II/s1600-h/church-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qC4FL_LSI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ogirwuQY1II/s320/church-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098221219917090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qC4lL_LTI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Q-dzQ-GNykg/s1600-h/church-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qC4lL_LTI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Q-dzQ-GNykg/s320/church-15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098229809851698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qC41L_LUI/AAAAAAAABAA/S3lCv37L0aw/s1600-h/church-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qC41L_LUI/AAAAAAAABAA/S3lCv37L0aw/s320/church-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098234104819010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where Jesus was taken before Pilate and then led away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qC5VL_LVI/AAAAAAAABAI/cioHY0wS30g/s1600-h/church-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qC5VL_LVI/AAAAAAAABAI/cioHY0wS30g/s320/church-19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098242694753618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qC6FL_LWI/AAAAAAAABAQ/R07mAt8qTKI/s1600-h/church-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qC6FL_LWI/AAAAAAAABAQ/R07mAt8qTKI/s320/church-20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182098255579655522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qFJFL_LXI/AAAAAAAABAY/5L2ErH3hHxU/s1600-h/church-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qFJFL_LXI/AAAAAAAABAY/5L2ErH3hHxU/s320/church-21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182100712300948850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qFKlL_LYI/AAAAAAAABAg/nTUHtRIQ1s8/s1600-h/church-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qFKlL_LYI/AAAAAAAABAg/nTUHtRIQ1s8/s320/church-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182100738070752642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qFLVL_LZI/AAAAAAAABAo/piEUy3OCxn8/s1600-h/church-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qFLVL_LZI/AAAAAAAABAo/piEUy3OCxn8/s320/church-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182100750955654546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qFMFL_LaI/AAAAAAAABAw/vqjJo9ZEac4/s1600-h/church-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qFMFL_LaI/AAAAAAAABAw/vqjJo9ZEac4/s320/church-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182100763840556450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qFMlL_LbI/AAAAAAAABA4/t_eLKfxZxQo/s1600-h/church-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qFMlL_LbI/AAAAAAAABA4/t_eLKfxZxQo/s320/church-25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182100772430491058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qGXVL_LcI/AAAAAAAABBA/Zfx8qV4Xems/s1600-h/church-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qGXVL_LcI/AAAAAAAABBA/Zfx8qV4Xems/s320/church-26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182102056625712578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qGXlL_LdI/AAAAAAAABBI/oE32ThsrSiw/s1600-h/church-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qGXlL_LdI/AAAAAAAABBI/oE32ThsrSiw/s320/church-27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182102060920679890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qGYFL_LeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/7L0gRexSVqo/s1600-h/church-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qGYFL_LeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/7L0gRexSVqo/s320/church-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182102069510614498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qGYVL_LfI/AAAAAAAABBY/TibTvrTif-k/s1600-h/church-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qGYVL_LfI/AAAAAAAABBY/TibTvrTif-k/s320/church-31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182102073805581810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qGY1L_LgI/AAAAAAAABBg/xevC9wtpZH0/s1600-h/church-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:p20/church-32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182102082395516418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Jesus portrayed in lovely garments, but we know this is not how it was at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qJw1L_LhI/AAAAAAAABBo/brTeHZdQdv0/s1600-h/church-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qJw1L_LhI/AAAAAAAABBo/brTeHZdQdv0/s320/church-32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182105793247260178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qJxFL_LiI/AAAAAAAABBw/aUGcC4IKN4E/s1600-h/church-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qJxFL_LiI/AAAAAAAABBw/aUGcC4IKN4E/s320/church-35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182105797542227490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qJxVL_LjI/AAAAAAAABB4/4VXzXVIJ8B8/s1600-h/church-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qJxVL_LjI/AAAAAAAABB4/4VXzXVIJ8B8/s320/church-38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182105801837194802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qJx1L_LkI/AAAAAAAABCA/bk6udQCXyME/s1600-h/church-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qJx1L_LkI/AAAAAAAABCA/bk6udQCXyME/s320/church-36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182105810427129410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qJy1L_LlI/AAAAAAAABCI/x5gbgdHJRcA/s1600-h/church-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qJy1L_LlI/AAAAAAAABCI/x5gbgdHJRcA/s320/church-43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182105827606998610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qLU1L_LmI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ckRHiZEY1yI/s1600-h/church-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qLU1L_LmI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ckRHiZEY1yI/s320/church-46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107511234178658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qLVVL_LnI/AAAAAAAABCY/5B9baZuUDGI/s1600-h/church-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qLVVL_LnI/AAAAAAAABCY/5B9baZuUDGI/s320/church-47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107519824113266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qLV1L_LoI/AAAAAAAABCg/Mpo5Z4YVhu8/s1600-h/church-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qLV1L_LoI/AAAAAAAABCg/Mpo5Z4YVhu8/s320/church-50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107528414047874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qLWFL_LpI/AAAAAAAABCo/BsE3E4LbbFk/s1600-h/church-52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qLWFL_LpI/AAAAAAAABCo/BsE3E4LbbFk/s320/church-52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107532709015186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qLXFL_LqI/AAAAAAAABCw/6I2I-Ff7qhg/s1600-h/church-59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qLXFL_LqI/AAAAAAAABCw/6I2I-Ff7qhg/s320/church-59.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107549888884386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qM-VL_LsI/AAAAAAAABDA/bZIHIW8cdqg/s1600-h/church-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qM-VL_LsI/AAAAAAAABDA/bZIHIW8cdqg/s320/church-60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182109323710377666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qM_lL_LtI/AAAAAAAABDI/HkiYgL7nDQU/s1600-h/church-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qM_lL_LtI/AAAAAAAABDI/HkiYgL7nDQU/s320/church-61.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182109345185214162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qNAlL_LuI/AAAAAAAABDQ/4GzwswG-D7Q/s1600-h/church-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qNAlL_LuI/AAAAAAAABDQ/4GzwswG-D7Q/s320/church-62.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182109362365083362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qNA1L_LvI/AAAAAAAABDY/XIh746rq_x0/s1600-h/church-63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qNA1L_LvI/AAAAAAAABDY/XIh746rq_x0/s320/church-63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182109366660050674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qOc1L_LwI/AAAAAAAABDg/SN43nTk4HAk/s1600-h/easter-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qOc1L_LwI/AAAAAAAABDg/SN43nTk4HAk/s320/easter-22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182110947208015618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus comforting Mary and John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qOdVL_LxI/AAAAAAAABDo/SdMlDUalouM/s1600-h/easter-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qOdVL_LxI/AAAAAAAABDo/SdMlDUalouM/s320/easter-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182110955797950226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qOdlL_LyI/AAAAAAAABDw/6fI2-zodJEI/s1600-h/easter-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qOdlL_LyI/AAAAAAAABDw/6fI2-zodJEI/s320/easter-25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182110960092917538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qOeFL_LzI/AAAAAAAABD4/vnsU9yKPu80/s1600-h/easter-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qOeFL_LzI/AAAAAAAABD4/vnsU9yKPu80/s320/easter-27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182110968682852146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qOeVL_L0I/AAAAAAAABEA/UxXeAhtQXE0/s1600-h/easter-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qOeVL_L0I/AAAAAAAABEA/UxXeAhtQXE0/s320/easter-28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182110972977819458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I posted a couple of duplicates, but it so aggravating to try and fix it so.......bear with me here...   *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-9052399629395351385?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9052399629395351385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=9052399629395351385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9052399629395351385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9052399629395351385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-share-some-pics-of-our.html' title='He Lives!!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-qAGlL_LPI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Jhr9hTRU20o/s72-c/church-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5266317631457132747</id><published>2008-03-24T23:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:00:12.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twolittlevikings.blogspot.com"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with a refrigerator tag a couple of weeks ago. I had planned to do this sooner and had almost forgotten about it. As you can see, my fridge is loaded with pictures of my children, school papers, menus, and outdated calendar, recipes, and plenty of other things that need to be taken down. I didn't realize how messy it looked until I had committed to sharing my pics. So, ahem......I am embarrassed.....especially after viewing my friend's fridge's which are so much neater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-iDFVL_LMI/AAAAAAAAA_A/C_gs26gcf_8/s1600-h/easter-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-iDFVL_LMI/AAAAAAAAA_A/C_gs26gcf_8/s200/easter-29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181535498899762370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-iGaVL_LOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/74Mh-Z-jnd4/s1600-h/easter-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-iGaVL_LOI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/74Mh-Z-jnd4/s200/easter-31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181539158211898594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5266317631457132747?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5266317631457132747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5266317631457132747&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5266317631457132747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5266317631457132747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/refrigerator-tag.html' title='Refrigerator Tag'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-iDFVL_LMI/AAAAAAAAA_A/C_gs26gcf_8/s72-c/easter-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3627587697596889087</id><published>2008-03-21T00:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:33:54.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Change My Blog Title?</title><content type='html'>Having at least one boy in my household before the arrival of Nathan, prepared me for anything I may find in my washer or dryer. I have found rocks, pens, crayons, seashells, paper, gum, candy, and an assortment of food particles.  He taught me early on to check every pocket, button hole, nook and cranny so I wouldn't have an ugly scene awaiting me upon laundry exiting the dryer. It's just regular routine for me now, but I have NEVER found anything like I found Wednesday night. I was removing the clothes from the washer and placing them into the dryer methodically and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I reached down to pick-up another clothing item to place in the dryer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; imagine my surprise to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-NNelL_LLI/AAAAAAAAA-4/B9UzGyHafhk/s1600-h/easter-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-NNelL_LLI/AAAAAAAAA-4/B9UzGyHafhk/s200/easter-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180069184180006066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies, this is a banana. The actual banana that was in my washer. It went through an entire washing and spinning cycle and did not un-peel, de-peel, ummmm what is the word I'm looking for? Anyway, I have to say this is the first time I have been shocked in quite awhile. I picked it up and immediately placed it on this plate for photo purposes. I only wished I would have thought to take the picture before I took it out, but I was in a state of shock and removed it quickly to make sure I was actually touching what I was seeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but think of Shannon at &lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/"&gt;Rocks In My Dryer&lt;/a&gt; mother of 3 boys and the cute header she use to display. I feel pretty certain she has found enough rocks in her dryer to landscape a couple of neighborhoods. A very cute inspiration for blog  titlement.  Hmmmmm......&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bananas In My Washer&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll change my title anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-3627587697596889087?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3627587697596889087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3627587697596889087&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3627587697596889087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3627587697596889087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/should-i-change-my-blog-title.html' title='Should I Change My Blog Title?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R-NNelL_LLI/AAAAAAAAA-4/B9UzGyHafhk/s72-c/easter-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4744090532227271629</id><published>2008-03-17T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:31:38.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yipee!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Denise! You guessed it! &lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com"&gt;Anita&lt;/a&gt; is coming down to thaw out!! I am so excited. We didn't have much time together back in December, but we are planning to soak up every minute available this time. Will it be the beach, mountains, military base? Who knows?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot going on at church as we are getting ready for our Easter drama. I have been working on the scenery. More particular the tomb. I plan to take pics to share. I have to run out again because I have a meeting at 6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter! What a glorious time of year! Thank you Lord for giving us everlasting life through your death, burial, and resurrection! We can never repay you for such an awesome sacrifice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-4744090532227271629?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4744090532227271629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4744090532227271629&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4744090532227271629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4744090532227271629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/yipee.html' title='Yipee!!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-8211729999286566089</id><published>2008-03-13T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:41:23.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tra, la, la, la,de, da *singing*</title><content type='html'>Something wonderful is going to happen again and I am sooo excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! That feels better! I don't know how much longer I can keep it a secret!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-8211729999286566089?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8211729999286566089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=8211729999286566089&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8211729999286566089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8211729999286566089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/tra-la-la-lade-da-singing.html' title='Tra, la, la, la,de, da *singing*'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4960451455980205400</id><published>2008-03-11T21:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:49:54.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Is In The Air</title><content type='html'>It is getting warmer around here and the beautiful buds of Spring are showing their wonders! My Bradford pear tree is in full bloom. I still have the unanswered question of why such a beautiful tree has such a bad smell. The pungent odor filled my nostrils today as I was descending my steps to take Nathan to his speech therapy session. Why can't they have a more  appealing fragrance like magnolias or gardenias? Whatever the reason I will continue to enjoy the beauty, tolerate the smell, and give God the glory and thanks for sharing this creation with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also praise God that I was able to descend the steps today. I have had lower back spasms for a couple of days. I wanted to rest my back, but I had to make that appointment. I tried to be very careful in every movement made. I did not want to let out one of those uncontrollable yelps in the middle of the office. Of course after all the conversation/gossip that was taking place behind the receptionist desk it would have been quite amusing to see their reaction. I could really go on a rant here about such things as that, but since I am trying to be nice I will let it pass. And if any of you ladies from the office are reading my blog (I know you're not, but just in case) how about keeping it down. I find it completely embarrassing to hear about other clients or your own personal information for that matter. I was eavesdropping by force. I mean if I am going to eavesdrop let me do it  willingly...*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had to go out today I decided to drop by Goodwill. I have been planning to go on a hidden treasure search. I found plenty of mismatched cups, plates, and the such, mostly stoneware.  Sad to say, nothing I was interested in. If I were in the market for a new sofa, I would have hit the jackpot. A beautiful Queen Anne sofa and loveseat came in while I was there. The price was amazing. I did purchase Nathan a toy jeep that was still in box for 50cents. I guess all the other treasures remained hidden. *sigh* I may try again later. I think my backache may have hampered with my shopping skills.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was going to say in reference to my Spring title, I have changed my header. How do you like it? I know I am apt to change it again shortly, but I think I like it......for now......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-4960451455980205400?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4960451455980205400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4960451455980205400&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4960451455980205400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4960451455980205400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring Is In The Air'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3146254074560990500</id><published>2008-03-09T00:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:17:14.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Pictures I Would Like To Post</title><content type='html'>When I said that I would try to post some pics later, I had no idea it would be ones like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R9N7nzsoM3I/AAAAAAAAA-U/jxNGjHo0wcA/s1600-h/total-449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R9N7nzsoM3I/AAAAAAAAA-U/jxNGjHo0wcA/s200/total-449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175616320601338738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R9N7DDsoM2I/AAAAAAAAA-M/VBgtRdHhKU4/s1600-h/total-450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R9N7DDsoM2I/AAAAAAAAA-M/VBgtRdHhKU4/s200/total-450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175615689241146210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R9N6VjsoM1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/OHTjFkAY_dw/s1600-h/total-451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R9N6VjsoM1I/AAAAAAAAA-E/OHTjFkAY_dw/s200/total-451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175614907557098322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my new Mazda 6  last year, but has since became my daughter's and she hit someone on her way to work Wednesday morning. I am so thankful to my wonderful Lord that no one was hurt....at all....Thank-you, Lord! She was a bit shaken up, but no physical pain. I think she was more worried about how her dad and I were going to react. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is now in the "auto hospital" where it is well on the way to a speedy recovery. (I hope) The driver of the other vehicle seemed to be very understanding and hopefully the tons of solicitations for lawyer representation won't change his mind. Please pray that he won't. I don't have pics of his damage, but it seems to be minor. Our insurance will cover all expenses.......again, thank-you, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-3146254074560990500?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3146254074560990500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3146254074560990500&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3146254074560990500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3146254074560990500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-pictures-i-would-like-to-post.html' title='Not Pictures I Would Like To Post'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R9N7nzsoM3I/AAAAAAAAA-U/jxNGjHo0wcA/s72-c/total-449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-9080024090427521074</id><published>2008-03-03T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:08:26.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Couldn't Pick Finer Friends!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad my "hat" didn't come sailing back out the door! I really don't know how I have gotten so far behind. I planned to blog about this and that, but it seems that I never have enough time for each post, so then I put it off and then......you see what happened. I have some pics saved on my camera and hopefully, when I get the batteries charged, I will have a few things to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is just whizzing past!! Truly, the days are being shortened. We are seeing the bible being fulfilled. Things that we use to see on the news in other parts of the world that we thought were utterly shocking and horrid are now happening in our neighborhood! WAKE UP AMERICA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more that I want to post, but as I stated earlier, I don't have much time. There is a revival going on at my home church and I plan to be there tonight. If I have time afterwards I may come back and try to update some, that is if I can think of something interesting. I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.biltmore.com"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/a&gt; a couple of weeks ago. I know, I know, that's old news. I didn't take my camera.......*big sigh* I know how disappointed you must be since I have only shared 9,128,7364,557,908,766 photos before, but this is the one time we actually &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stayed&lt;/span&gt; at the Biltmore Inn. I FORGOT MY CAMERA!! My hubby had to resort to buying one of the disposables. He couldn't believe I didn't pack it. Yes girls, that's how far I have slipped from the blogging world. I can hear you gasping right now. So you see I was in far more danger than you realized. Thankfully I feel that I am on the path to recovery........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-9080024090427521074?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9080024090427521074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=9080024090427521074&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9080024090427521074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9080024090427521074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-couldnt-pick-finer-friends.html' title='I Couldn&apos;t Pick Finer Friends!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5891948105927133273</id><published>2008-03-01T03:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T03:36:35.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Way Too Long!</title><content type='html'>DECEMBER! WOW! I don't have enough space to update, (very embarrassed about it) but please forgive my absence. Being from the south, my hospitality should not be in such error. I remember my grandmother sharing with me as a young girl about southern manners and some interesting customs. One being that of "testing the waters", if you will, of your current status of your relationship. A gentleman was known to toss his hat into the front door of the residence and if it didn't come sailing back out, he was welcome. hehehehehe....So here it goes.......I'm tossing my hat........ Ummmmm, how about it.....do I have any friends left out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5891948105927133273?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5891948105927133273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5891948105927133273&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5891948105927133273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5891948105927133273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-way-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Way Too Long!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-811333917810487692</id><published>2007-12-11T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T04:05:13.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debbie &amp; Anita's Excellent Adventure (my version- hehehee)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Ephesians+3:20&amp;amp;version=9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now unto him that is able to do exceeding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;abundantly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;, according to the po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wer that worketh in us,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                         Ephesians 3:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If someone would have told me when I started blogging that I would actually meet "real" people that would become "real friends" I don't think I would have believed them. After all, the internet is just this great big old "space" that no one can really get a hold on, right? Wrong.......not in this case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone is aware of we  (Anita and I) have been planning this meeting for awhile. What I deemed impossible (she lives in another country you know) God brought to pass! I was excited from the beginning........and a little nervous. It is quite un-nerving  to move the computer keyboard and monitor over and "blog" in real time! I told a few friends/acquaintances of my intentions and was met with the "hmmmmm, so, you're going to meet someone from the internet, are ya?" This was enough to quell further conversation. I knew in my heart Anita was not a serial killer *grin* let them think what they wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if she were, I thought as I left my hair appointment early Saturday morning on the "day", at least my hair would look good! *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita finally called around 3:30 Saturday afternoon to let me know they were getting closer. Yay! I think I know how Paul Revere felt. I wanted to shout to everyone that would listen, "Anita is coming! Anita is coming!" seeing as to how I was in a business at that moment, I decided to stay quiet lest I get myself locked in the shelter for the night. We had decided to meet at the hotel a little before 6. I could hardly wait to see her! Time passed quickly, in fact, so quick I was a few minutes late. (sorry again, Anita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at the hotel and Caleb and Nathan were out of the car in a flash. As Anita stated earlier,  Nathan was the first inside. I could see there were a few people in the lobby sitting down. Although I couldn't see them clearly,  I knew Anita was one of them.  She was on her feet immediately and we were hugging each other and sharing a moment we had both anticipated. WE WERE NOT STRANGERS! I am convinced we are related. hehehee.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it all planned. My husband would take a great picture of Anita and I meeting for the first time. Did this happen? No, it did not. *sigh* I really wanted a picture of that, but I treasure the ones I do have. Since Anita shared the one of us together I will try not to post the same ones. (I liked hers better anyway, *smile*)&lt;br /&gt;This is Anita, as we all know and love, greeting Nathan and making him feel comfortable at the  hotel.  He  was probably wondering what in the world was going on and who are all these people. hehehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R192vM6OOmI/AAAAAAAAA2k/sECzTVARyhY/s1600-h/anita-281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R192vM6OOmI/AAAAAAAAA2k/sECzTVARyhY/s200/anita-281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142959852771752546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You would think the way the guys bonded that they were the ones that had been blogging! Although neither one mentioned it, I think both of them had earlier thoughts of "what if I don't like this guy and have to be stuck him" Isn't God wonderful. These two weren't strangers either! They talked nonstop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1948M6OOnI/AAAAAAAAA2s/iGUblddRA4U/s1600-h/anita-283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1948M6OOnI/AAAAAAAAA2s/iGUblddRA4U/s200/anita-283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142962275133307506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are two I took before heading to the church to eat supper. Aren't they precious? Very handsome pose there Kirk and of course, Allie was dazzling everyone with her newly acquired "southern smile" I don't know where Brent was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R198uc6OOoI/AAAAAAAAA20/gMY7jdQHNH0/s1600-h/anita-288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R198uc6OOoI/AAAAAAAAA20/gMY7jdQHNH0/s200/anita-288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142966436956617346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R198us6OOpI/AAAAAAAAA28/UCAAmeM9otk/s1600-h/anita-289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R198us6OOpI/AAAAAAAAA28/UCAAmeM9otk/s200/anita-289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142966441251584658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already dark when we left the hotel for the church, but I don't think it would have been a problem to see our way there even if we didn't have car lights. I think all of us were grinning so brightly our way would have been illuminated......oh wait.....&lt;br /&gt;was that bright light from our grins or was it from a piece of jewelry someone was wearing of whom I shall refrain from naming..........hehehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls at the church supper and...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R19-ys6OOqI/AAAAAAAAA3E/utf6F8OT_PU/s1600-h/anita-291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R19-ys6OOqI/AAAAAAAAA3E/utf6F8OT_PU/s200/anita-291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142968708994316962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R19-y86OOrI/AAAAAAAAA3M/VaNlzLzf344/s1600-h/anita-292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R19-y86OOrI/AAAAAAAAA3M/VaNlzLzf344/s200/anita-292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142968713289284274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you they were having just as much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to show you my precious, precious gifts Anita gave me!&lt;br /&gt;I anxiously opened this pretty blue box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-C0M6OOxI/AAAAAAAAA38/sOUjt-z7FUk/s1600-h/anita-354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-C0M6OOxI/AAAAAAAAA38/sOUjt-z7FUk/s200/anita-354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142973132810631954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find this. I just adore it! Can you see how beautiful the pansies are? She knew I would love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-AaM6OOtI/AAAAAAAAA3c/1RF7OYnKKFI/s1600-h/anita-348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-AaM6OOtI/AAAAAAAAA3c/1RF7OYnKKFI/s200/anita-348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142970487110777554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Aac6OOuI/AAAAAAAAA3k/r7fP8zsIrdw/s1600-h/anita-350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Aac6OOuI/AAAAAAAAA3k/r7fP8zsIrdw/s200/anita-350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142970491405744866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-BCs6OOvI/AAAAAAAAA3s/I3Oh5I_58TE/s1600-h/anita-351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-BCs6OOvI/AAAAAAAAA3s/I3Oh5I_58TE/s200/anita-351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142971182895479538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also gave me a can of the famous Tim Horton coffee. Graham is a BIG coffee drinker and will be the first to try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-BDc6OOwI/AAAAAAAAA30/m6X6uK0MNrY/s1600-h/anita-356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-BDc6OOwI/AAAAAAAAA30/m6X6uK0MNrY/s200/anita-356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142971195780381442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take a quick tour of downtown and then head over to the base. It was getting late so there wasn't too much to do. The kids decided they wanted to hangout at walmart and we were happy to oblige them so we could spend more time together. Anita and I got to ride in the back of her van and the boys drove. It was just like a double date! Since the post(military) is "closed" because of the w*r, we knew we would be stopped at the gates if we didn't have an official sticker on our vehicle. We would also have to provide ID's. We had to get out of the van so it could be checked but it was not as extensive as I thought it would be. I really wish it had been daylight.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a couple of pics of Anita in the back of the van (these are great...did you spot her "ears"?!) and I took these of her taking pics of a place on post, those not too good, but I hope you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-KWM6OO0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/8OeU_DRstIY/s1600-h/anita-297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-KWM6OO0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/8OeU_DRstIY/s200/anita-297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142981413507578690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-KYM6OO1I/AAAAAAAAA4c/V1CFEew0R6A/s1600-h/anita-298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-KYM6OO1I/AAAAAAAAA4c/V1CFEew0R6A/s200/anita-298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142981447867317074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-HdM6OOyI/AAAAAAAAA4E/R4msA3k4oug/s1600-h/anita-295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-HdM6OOyI/AAAAAAAAA4E/R4msA3k4oug/s200/anita-295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978235231779618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Hdc6OOzI/AAAAAAAAA4M/pdrH9GAD1Xg/s1600-h/anita-296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Hdc6OOzI/AAAAAAAAA4M/pdrH9GAD1Xg/s200/anita-296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142978239526746930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a couple I took after returning to the hotel. We were getting ready to leave, but as you can see, my honey was engulfed in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Luc6OO2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/V7oPZ-3MDfE/s1600-h/anita-301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Luc6OO2I/AAAAAAAAA4k/V7oPZ-3MDfE/s200/anita-301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142982929631034210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Lu86OO3I/AAAAAAAAA4s/V_HVIH3EXfw/s1600-h/anita-302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Lu86OO3I/AAAAAAAAA4s/V_HVIH3EXfw/s200/anita-302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142982938220968818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a great time, but we were all tired and knew we needed to get some rest for the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita did make it to church a bit earlier than we did, but we still got to sit behind them. Knowing they were not accustomed to the same type service as I am, I wondered what they would think. Not to worry though......it wasn't long before we were no longer defined by denominational boundaries. We were just God's children. Worshipping together. It was just heartwarming to see how much Brent was enjoying the service. I can't help but smile now thinking about it as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anita had previously mentioned that they were planning to leave after church. I was hoping that we could have Sunday dinner together and when they agreed I was overjoyed! We had talked about Cracker Barrel earlier and decided this would be the place to eat. We were told that our wait would be 20 to 25 minutes, but we waited much longer than that. We were so caught up in conversation, we hardly noticed. We sat outside in the unseasonal, but beautiful weather and rocked and relished in our short time left together. Here are a few more pictures outside the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Ugc6OO9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/NmVgYVUhkvc/s1600-h/anita-306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Ugc6OO9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/NmVgYVUhkvc/s200/anita-306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142992584717515730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Ugs6OO-I/AAAAAAAAA5k/IowkBlkAdFA/s1600-h/anita-310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Ugs6OO-I/AAAAAAAAA5k/IowkBlkAdFA/s200/anita-310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142992589012483042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Ug86OO_I/AAAAAAAAA5s/3IgSKurzd6Y/s1600-h/anita-311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Ug86OO_I/AAAAAAAAA5s/3IgSKurzd6Y/s200/anita-311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142992593307450354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Uhc6OPAI/AAAAAAAAA50/Vl3EQbLZ6rs/s1600-h/anita-314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Uhc6OPAI/AAAAAAAAA50/Vl3EQbLZ6rs/s200/anita-314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142992601897384962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, here are a couple more of Anita and I. I just love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-j8c6OPLI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9IIeN6XpFic/s1600-h/me+and+anita......cb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-j8c6OPLI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9IIeN6XpFic/s200/me+and+anita......cb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143009558428269746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Ves6OPDI/AAAAAAAAA6M/MXEswQ6BvnU/s1600-h/anita-317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Ves6OPDI/AAAAAAAAA6M/MXEswQ6BvnU/s200/anita-317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142993654164372530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got inside cracker barrel to eat and the fun continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-XKs6OPEI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MPyeialZrQc/s1600-h/anita-319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-XKs6OPEI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MPyeialZrQc/s200/anita-319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142995509590244418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-XK86OPFI/AAAAAAAAA6c/IVyJ8jWJTCU/s1600-h/anita-321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-XK86OPFI/AAAAAAAAA6c/IVyJ8jWJTCU/s200/anita-321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142995513885211730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-XLM6OPGI/AAAAAAAAA6k/VWo5eV61VJA/s1600-h/anita-326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-XLM6OPGI/AAAAAAAAA6k/VWo5eV61VJA/s200/anita-326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142995518180179042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-XLs6OPHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/efKUUq_QGMU/s1600-h/anita-324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-XLs6OPHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/efKUUq_QGMU/s200/anita-324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142995526770113650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-XL86OPII/AAAAAAAAA60/6HNqNZGK0zo/s1600-h/anita-327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-XL86OPII/AAAAAAAAA60/6HNqNZGK0zo/s200/anita-327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142995531065080962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my Brent! *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-bZc6OPKI/AAAAAAAAA7E/xpnRQau-tyQ/s1600-h/anita-307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-bZc6OPKI/AAAAAAAAA7E/xpnRQau-tyQ/s200/anita-307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143000161039826082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the inevitable was coming. I was going to have to see Anita and her beautiful family leave and head north. This is her family plus one of mine......*smile* right before they were to load into the van for the long trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Yls6OPJI/AAAAAAAAA68/X24mLxisK5E/s1600-h/anita-331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R1-Yls6OPJI/AAAAAAAAA68/X24mLxisK5E/s200/anita-331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142997072958340242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling sad, but happy all at the same time. Sad because I didn't want to see them leave and happy for the time our lives had intertwined. I truly feel the Lord multiplied the time we had together. I know that Anita mentioned how amazing it has been and she is not exaggerating. Blessed, blessed, blessed. We have been blessed this past weekend. Things just don't happen the way our awesome weekend visit has happened. God has graciously blessed us with an extended family. Can anyone guess where our summer vacation plans are forming?&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/19615463-811333917810487692?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/811333917810487692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=811333917810487692&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/811333917810487692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/811333917810487692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/debbie-anitas-excellent-adventure-my.html' title='Debbie &amp; Anita&apos;s Excellent Adventure (my version- hehehee)'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R192vM6OOmI/AAAAAAAAA2k/sECzTVARyhY/s72-c/anita-281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1525330199520762127</id><published>2007-11-30T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:36:05.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas The Month Before Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is another email I received and thought it too good NOT to share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas the month before &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1196425726_70" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Twas the month before &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1196425726_71" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  When all through our land,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Not a Christian was praying&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nor  taking a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Why the Politically Correct Police had taken  away,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The reason for &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1196425726_72" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; - no  one could say.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The children were told by their schools not to  sing,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; It  might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say&lt;br /&gt;&gt; December 25th is  just a " Holiday ".&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and  credit. Pushing folks&lt;br /&gt;&gt; down to the floor just to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CDs from  Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Something was changing, something quite  odd!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Retailers promoted &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1196425726_73" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Ramadan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1196425726_74" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Kwanzaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  In hopes to sell books by Franken &amp;amp; Fonda.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; As Targets were hanging  their trees upside down&lt;br /&gt;&gt; At &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1196425726_75" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt; the word  Christmas - was no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's  and Sears&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You won't hear the word &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1196425726_76" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;; it  won't touch your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Are  words that were used to intimidate me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now  Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen&lt;br /&gt;&gt; On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton  !&lt;br /&gt;&gt; At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter&lt;br /&gt;&gt; To  eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; And we spoke not a word, as they  took away our faith&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;  The true Gift of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1196425726_77" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; was  exchanged and discarded&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The reason for the season, stopped before it  started.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; So as you celebrate "Winter Break" under your "Dream  Tree"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Choose your words  carefully, choose what you say&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday  ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- toctype = X-unknown --&gt;&lt;!-- toctype = text --&gt;&lt;!-- text --&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr size="1"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-1525330199520762127?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1525330199520762127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1525330199520762127&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1525330199520762127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1525330199520762127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/twas-month-before.html' title='Twas The Month Before Christmas!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-6039001336257819651</id><published>2007-11-28T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:54:16.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider Bites</title><content type='html'>I had started to reply to the comments, but since it was going to be so long I decided to make things easier and post. : )  I want to thank you all for your concern. As far as the spider bites, I did not go to the dr. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyful-christian.blogspot.com"&gt;Marilee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, however, I did call to inquire about them. I was told to keep a watch (since I wasn't sure what had bitten me) and I did go online. After viewing some pretty disgusting pics of the brown recluse bites I was a bit worried. I had met the first couple of symptoms. (YIKES) and the thought of my flesh turning black in those areas (or anywhere for that matter) had me praying! The Lord was gracious as always and other than the red places, the wounds look much better! They had been scabbed over for a few weeks and amazingly enough two of them came off yesterday! After reading about&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharonsroses.blogspot.com"&gt; Sharon's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; brother and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://grammie58.blogspot.com"&gt;Karen's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sil I am truly thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourhappyhappenings.blogspot.com"&gt;Melanie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you made me chuckle. Yes, I would say you have quite a ways to go! hehehehehe But then again, who knows? It may not take yours as long. One thing I have learned is you just keep doing what you know is the right for YOU and YOUR family with a Christlike spirit at ALL times. Sorta like Dory on Finding Nemo "keep swimming, just keep swimming" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twolittlevikings.blogspot.com"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blessed me right before Thanksgiving with an awesome surprise. I am planning to post about it next. I wanted to have pictures first, so keep on the lookout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-6039001336257819651?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6039001336257819651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=6039001336257819651&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6039001336257819651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6039001336257819651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/spider-bites.html' title='Spider Bites'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1456284275160713405</id><published>2007-11-26T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:01:41.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Great is our God by Chris Tomlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/jjxPG_mRHDs" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/jjxPG_mRHDs" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;See updated post below this wonderful video!&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/19615463-1456284275160713405?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1456284275160713405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1456284275160713405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1456284275160713405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1456284275160713405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-great-is-our-god-by-chris-tomlin.html' title='How Great is our God by Chris Tomlin'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5734315899810963239</id><published>2007-11-26T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:21:33.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Slight Update</title><content type='html'>Where does the time go? I have been so neglectful of my blog. It's not that I have meant to, it just that everything else seems to take priority over computer time. I hope all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We did. I decided a few years ago that it was time to start cooking at my own home I wanted this for my children's memories. No matter how many times I tell myself that I won't cook as much food next year, I repeat the same mistakes! You would think I was feeding 20 people or more. I would rather have more than less, you know, in case of surprise guests. Which is what I had this year! My wonderful daughter invited a young man over for Thanksgiving dinner before clearing it with me. I didn't mind, but I was a bit surprised that she ask him since she hasn't known him that long. He seems to be a very nice fellow. Very polite and respectful. His mother should be proud. This is the first one she has gone out with since the break-up last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take pictures, as I was too busy to even think about it. We had a nice big turkey, dressing(stuffing, for those of you who may not be familiar with the southern term), chicken and pastry, corn, potato casserole, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce, biscuits, pumpkin pie, let me see, what else? I think that's it, but it was way too much food! All that starch!! (no, I didn't cook collards this year)&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law came over for awhile. She didn't eat the main meal with us this year since she had plans to eat with her granddaughter. She made  a plate to take home and enjoy later. I love my mil, but she is so negative, Lord bless her heart, so imagine my surprise when she called me the day after Thanksgiving and actually complimented me on my cooking! This is BIG, I tell you, BIG!! I've been married to her son for almost 23 years and this is the first time........oh well.....you know where this is going right? I'll just say that I felt very honored that she actually admitted enjoying the food. God is sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we finally got the new furniture. I was so disappointed when I got the couch in with the rest of the furniture. It just didn't look right and it seemed that no amount of arranging could change that. I wanted something to go with my current loveseat and it was just not happening. I could tell the hubby wasn't happy with my seeming discontentment. I was so glad that we didn't get rid of the current one before bringing the brown one home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was gracious to us, as always. My hubby's mother wanted it and we were more than happy to accommodate her. My wonderful hubby delivered it and removed her old one. It went straight to the dump. I hope someone who needed came by and rescued it. She had it for a few years, but it still had some time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned our "old" one back to the livingroom to rejoin the loveseat. We kept the chair, however and the hutch. The hutch is another story. It wasn't the one I wanted. It turned out to be more of a curio than china hutch. Oh well, I am still blessed and thankful...... definitely not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH....something else I haven't told you about. Sometime during the furniture switch, I was bitten by something. Not once, but 3 times. This happened about 4 weeks ago and the wounds are still visible. Two of the bites are on my left br*ast and the other was on my lower back on the right side. I was really sick for a few days. I had no idea that I had been bitten until after the fact. I noticed I had chills and felt terrible on a Thursday night and ended up going to bed very early. The next morning I just casually ran my hand across my back and that is when I felt something there. After further examination is when I found the other two bites. They were very red and puffy with a definite hole in the middle. I know that sounds gross and it was! I think it was a spider bite from the sofa we purchased in High Point since it was stored in the warehouse. I don't know what it was, but I don't want to ever get bitten again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of one of the chairs that I decided to keep. It has become one of my favorite places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R0uRUSnWhwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/DCjEHraC2oI/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R0uRUSnWhwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/DCjEHraC2oI/s200/lots+and+lots-239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137359577726486274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something more important than anything I have posted so far is the fact that God brought a 2 1/2 child through open heart surgery in less than 3 hours! An hour shorter than estimated with NO complications!! This is only by the hand of God! Something else to praise God for, when she awoke she exclaimed "I've got a boo-boo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;HOW GREAT IS OUR GOD!!!!!&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/19615463-5734315899810963239?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5734315899810963239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5734315899810963239&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5734315899810963239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5734315899810963239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/slight-update.html' title='A Slight Update'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/R0uRUSnWhwI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/DCjEHraC2oI/s72-c/lots+and+lots-239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-684976439389560144</id><published>2007-11-07T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:54:39.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home At Last!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am back again........ I haven't had time to post about everything that has been happening around here, but I have some of the promised pics of my bil's return home. Ahh...yes, I thought that would buy me a little forgiveness! *smile* I can't post all of them  that I would like because we were asked not to take any that could identify  where they were taken, therefore putting our men in danger. I definitely don't want to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a random pic outside while waiting for the airplane to shine through the clouds. There was so much excitement standing out there as I watched the children anxiously peering into the sky wondering "how much longer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ0U73AiyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/hPGGQU9QUbM/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ0U73AiyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/hPGGQU9QUbM/s320/lots+and+lots-195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130290828543036194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you what I felt when I saw the lights of that plane coming through the clouds. I also hate to tell you that my camera decided to hesitate between shots, so I missed getting a shot of that, but here is one of when it first touched down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ1-b3AizI/AAAAAAAAAyk/NIpAQowmL54/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ1-b3AizI/AAAAAAAAAyk/NIpAQowmL54/s320/lots+and+lots-197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130292641019235122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when everyone is waving and shouting as loudly as they can, all the while hoping that their loved ones could see them from the plane. It was pure torture as we waited for them to unload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ3Y73Ai0I/AAAAAAAAAys/SNVObVtTnP8/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ3Y73Ai0I/AAAAAAAAAys/SNVObVtTnP8/s320/lots+and+lots-203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130294195797396290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside the waiting hall before they unloaded. I knew they would have to march in and this was going to take a little while so I wanted to get a good spot to watch them come in. I cannot describe for you all the emotions I felt as these guys marched in after being deployed for 15 months. Most of them had not had a shower for at least 3 days and sleep was another issue. This did not deter them from making us all proud. The lump in my throat and the tears in my eyes were in the same company of others. You just couldn't help yourself! The children, wives, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, girlfriends stood cheering, crying, and waving small flags and handmade posters greeting our heroes. This is a day that I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ4Yb3Ai1I/AAAAAAAAAy0/EGPmV62IMj0/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ4Yb3Ai1I/AAAAAAAAAy0/EGPmV62IMj0/s320/lots+and+lots-207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130295286719089490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As these men stood in formation I saw their faces searching and scanning the crowd looking for a familiar family member. I was heartbroken for those that had no one there. There was one young man in particular whose eyes met mine and I could see his difficulty in "keeping it together" I so wanted to cross that roped off barrier and  give him a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ7i73Ai2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/B2KKft8MoJs/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ7i73Ai2I/AAAAAAAAAy8/B2KKft8MoJs/s320/lots+and+lots-211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130298765642599266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last the ropes are taken down and everyone is scurrying to find their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ_T73Ai3I/AAAAAAAAAzE/Te1N1qEv-3w/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ_T73Ai3I/AAAAAAAAAzE/Te1N1qEv-3w/s320/lots+and+lots-217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130302905991072626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like before, my camera decides to keep me from getting a shot of what I wanted the most. I missed the first kiss, but I think this is the second one. Either way, when I mentioned that I needed another kiss, I was told "no problem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ_UL3Ai4I/AAAAAAAAAzM/ZB6y5mXj828/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ_UL3Ai4I/AAAAAAAAAzM/ZB6y5mXj828/s320/lots+and+lots-216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130302910286039938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are few more of my favorites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKCr73Ai6I/AAAAAAAAAzY/XJyG15Z1CsU/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKCr73Ai6I/AAAAAAAAAzY/XJyG15Z1CsU/s320/lots+and+lots-223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130306616842816418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKCsL3Ai7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/gqGBt1uu4No/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKCsL3Ai7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/gqGBt1uu4No/s320/lots+and+lots-226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130306621137783730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKCsr3Ai8I/AAAAAAAAAzo/tCt8NaiCml4/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKCsr3Ai8I/AAAAAAAAAzo/tCt8NaiCml4/s320/lots+and+lots-228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130306629727718338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKCs73Ai9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/cxaio-IfZS0/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKCs73Ai9I/AAAAAAAAAzw/cxaio-IfZS0/s320/lots+and+lots-223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130306634022685650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you can read the *relief* I see on my sister's face in this picture. Definitely a favorite of mine. Something else about this photo is if you look closely you will see a young man standing behind my bil. He had no one there to greet him. When I realized this I went over with my daughter and one of my nieces and we thanked him for his service to our country. He told us that it was too far for his family to come since they were across the country. I was so sad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKCtL3Ai-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/grCAcrz6O18/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKCtL3Ai-I/AAAAAAAAAz4/grCAcrz6O18/s320/lots+and+lots-222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130306638317652962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this one before we left. I thank God for His protection and grace. I know my bil's return would not have been possible without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKFq73Ai_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/lnK4zbpN1YA/s1600-h/lots+and+lots-236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzKFq73Ai_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/lnK4zbpN1YA/s320/lots+and+lots-236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130309898197830642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-684976439389560144?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/684976439389560144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=684976439389560144&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/684976439389560144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/684976439389560144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-at-last.html' title='Home At Last!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RzJ0U73AiyI/AAAAAAAAAyc/hPGGQU9QUbM/s72-c/lots+and+lots-195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2814075007934509520</id><published>2007-10-27T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:23:03.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycled Email</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#003572;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I got this email from my sister. I thought it was cute and hope to make you smile, especially since I wasn't prepared to post something any better right now. *smile*  I have something good, but it will have to wait until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#003572;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#003572;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A TRIP TO  WALMART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You are in the middle of some kind  of project around the house.  Mowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lawn, putting a new  fence in, painting the living room, or whatever.    &lt;br /&gt;You are hot and sweaty.   Covered in dirt or paint.  You have your old &lt;br /&gt;work clothes on.  You know  the outfit, shorts with the hole in crotch, &lt;br /&gt;old t-shirt with a stain from  who knows what, and an old pair of tennis shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in the middle of  this great home improvement project you realize  &lt;br /&gt;you need to run to  Wal-Mart to get something to help complete the job. &lt;br /&gt;Depending on your age  you might do the following:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your  20's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your  hair, brush&lt;br /&gt;your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes.  Check yourself in  the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and flex.  Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never  know, you&lt;br /&gt;just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout  lane.  You&lt;br /&gt;went to school with the pretty girl running the  register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your  30's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt.   Change shoes.  You&lt;br /&gt;married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash  your hands and comb&lt;br /&gt;your hair. Check yourself in the mirror.  Still got it.   Add a shot of your&lt;br /&gt;favorite cologne to cover the smell.  The cute girl  running the register is&lt;br /&gt;the kid sister to someone you went to school  with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your 40's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Stop  what you are doing.  Put a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the&lt;br /&gt;hole  in the crotch of your shorts.  Put on different shoes and a hat.  Wash&lt;br /&gt;your  hands.  Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so you don't want&lt;br /&gt;to  waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check yourself in the mirror and&lt;br /&gt;do  more sucking in than flexing.  The spicy young thing running the&lt;br /&gt;register is  your daughter's age and you feel weird thinking she is spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your 50's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Stop what you are  doing.  Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands onto&lt;br /&gt;your shirt.  Change  shoes because you don't want to get dirt in your new&lt;br /&gt;sports car.  Check  yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear that&lt;br /&gt;shirt anymore because  it makes you look fat.  The cutie running the&lt;br /&gt;register smiles when she sees  you coming and you think you still have it. &lt;br /&gt;Then you remember the hat you  have on is from your buddy's bait shop and it&lt;br /&gt;says, "I Got  Worms".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your  60's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Stop what you are doing.  No need for a hat anymore.  Hose  the dog crap&lt;br /&gt;off your shoes.  The mirror was shattered when you were in your  50's.  You&lt;br /&gt;hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your  pants. &lt;br /&gt;The girl running the register may be cute but you don't have your  glasses&lt;br /&gt;on so you are not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  your 70's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Stop what you are doing.  Wait to go to Wal-Mart  until they have your&lt;br /&gt;prescriptions ready too.  Don't' even notice the dog  crap on your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;The young thing at the register smiles at you because  you remind her of her&lt;br /&gt;grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your 80's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Stop what you are  doing.  Start again.  Then stop again.  Now you remember&lt;br /&gt;that you needed to  go to Wal-Mart.  Go to Wal-Mart and wonder around trying&lt;br /&gt;to think what it is  you are looking for. Burp out loud and you think&lt;br /&gt;someone called out your  name.  The old lady that greeted you at the front&lt;br /&gt;door went to school with  you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2814075007934509520?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2814075007934509520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2814075007934509520&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2814075007934509520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2814075007934509520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/recycled-email.html' title='Recycled Email'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7116298724527446470</id><published>2007-10-25T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:57:56.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Costly Weekend Trips</title><content type='html'>Well, we went and did it again. My hubby and I decided to spend some time alone this past weekend and we ended up going to High Point. For those who are not familiar with High Point, this is a small town in North Carolina referred to as  the "Furniture Capital Of The World."  I knew better than to go there. I have been desiring a China Hutch for some time and I thought I would just have a look around and it something caught my eye, well, then............BIG MISTAKE!&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I find a China Hutch, but I have also picked out a new sofa and chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had driven my daughter's Ford Focus, (to save on gas) we were not prepared to transport anything. We have these pieces and another odd chair on hold for us. You know what that means don't you? Another trip for hubby and I. Yay! I hope to get everything picked up by next weekend. Meanwhile, I have tons of things to do......the fall festival, my bil's return, removing my teapot collection from my current curio, and I need to shampoo my carpet and decide the placement of the new sofa....whew!  We didn't get the matching loveseat. I was hoping there would be one available, but there isn't.  I have thought about changing the pillows on my current one, hoping to make a match. I don't know, but we will see......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RyFXca5j-4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/nmqs_cqWNlo/s1600-h/Debbie_Blue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RyFXca5j-4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/nmqs_cqWNlo/s320/Debbie_Blue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125473996693044098" 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/19615463-7116298724527446470?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7116298724527446470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7116298724527446470&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7116298724527446470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7116298724527446470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/costly-weekend-trips.html' title='Costly Weekend Trips'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RyFXca5j-4I/AAAAAAAAAyM/nmqs_cqWNlo/s72-c/Debbie_Blue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3827231068159968600</id><published>2007-10-24T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:34:22.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Templates And Other Goodies</title><content type='html'>I was itching for a change (especially after visiting &lt;a href="http://sharonsroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon)&lt;/a&gt; and decided to play around with my template a little bit and this is what I came up with.....for now, anyway. *smile* This is one of my favorite pictures. It just takes me back to a much simpler time. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for the rain! We didn't get a whole lot, but WE GOT SOME!!! I don't know about anyone else, but we have been in a drought around here. If all goes according to predictions we should get more tomorrow and maybe through the weekend. This is much welcome news. We are suppose to have our annual church Fall Festival Saturday, but I think everyone would trade it for a nice, soaking rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something else to praise God for. My &lt;a href="http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-havent-forgotten-to-post-about.html#links"&gt;BIL &lt;/a&gt;is coming home!!! He should be in Saturday morning! I thank God for protecting him. He has been through a lot and seen some horrible things. Please continue to pray for him and all the other men that return home that they will adjust to being back from the war zone. It is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has been so busy getting ready for his return. She has been redecorating her home all while working full time. I am so proud of her........ I love my little sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to change speech therapist. Some of you may remember my concerns a few months back. I won't be able to get Nathan in to see the new one until December. I was hoping to get him in sooner, but with everything I have to keep me busy it will be here sooner than you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else?................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I got my biopsy results. It was normal.....Again I praise God! He is always faithful!!&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I have a small hernia. This was included in the report that was mailed out to me. Funny how the dr. didn't mention it previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we will be changing phone companies. Can I hear a big PRAISE THE LORD, &lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com"&gt;Anita&lt;/a&gt;?!! The hubs has spoken. He says he has had enough! Digital phone is on the way out. I hope they have some type of promotion that will save some money.  (please, Lord)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-3827231068159968600?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3827231068159968600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3827231068159968600&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3827231068159968600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3827231068159968600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/templates-and-other-goodies.html' title='Templates And Other Goodies'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1242934210090249655</id><published>2007-10-22T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:25:59.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing.....123....check...Is this thing on?</title><content type='html'>Hooray! My laptop is out of the shop!! Shortly after my last post my laptop decided it had taken enough. I had to get the internal electrical receptacle replaced and another tip installed on the power cord. Up until this time, I had to turn it "just the right way" to get the battery to charge. Very frustrating, to say the least. It seems to be working properly now.Thank you so much for nice emails and  prayers while I have been offline. They mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get around to everyone's blog to catch up on what's going on. I have emails to reply to and a few other things, but I hope to get those finished soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What's it been? 2 weeks? A lot has happened in that time.  Can you believe it is the middle of October?! I can't and neither can the weather. It was over 80 again today. Hot, hot, hot. I am having sinus issues. I don't know if it is because of the weather or because I spent most of the afternoon cleaning out a dusty closet. I won't mention whose it was...........*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a long weekend and a long day as well. I am too tired to stay on much longer, so goodnight for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-1242934210090249655?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1242934210090249655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1242934210090249655&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1242934210090249655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1242934210090249655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/testing123checkis-this-thing-on.html' title='Testing.....123....check...Is this thing on?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4726165283396936498</id><published>2007-10-06T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:42:15.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>I have been a bad blogger lately. I have to say that I have been very busy. I have checked in here and there, but haven't had time to post or comment. Please forgive me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nczoo.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is just one of the activities that has kept my family busy and &lt;a href="http://www.chuckecheese.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is another. We've had so much going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Endoscopy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is another thing that has kept me busy. The last one was a bit scary for me, but Praise God for keeping me. I have 2 ulcers and a polyp that is being biopsied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have to announce that &lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com"&gt;ANITA&lt;/a&gt; IS COMING!!! Yes, my friend is going to make a special stop on her vacation to visit me!! I feel so honored! We have talked about it before, but now we are in the actual planning stages! Isn't this exciting news!?! There are so many things I would like to do while she and her family are here, but because of time limitations we won't be able to do them. :(    However, I am looking forward to having her family attend worship service together with my family.  Did I mention that she has an accent also.....*snicker* we talked on the phone for only a short time. My lovely digital  phone service left me in silence. It reminded me of one of those wireless commercials where a comment is made and met with silence on the other end, only it wasn't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my phone service I called them and was informed that my software (phone) is corrupted. Now what are they going to do about it? He said they would send someone out, but I have yet to see them. I guess I will make another call.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-4726165283396936498?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4726165283396936498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4726165283396936498&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4726165283396936498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4726165283396936498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-8944601886511107663</id><published>2007-09-21T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T23:15:07.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HE Loves Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RvSWu5i84iI/AAAAAAAAAwM/IHWSfLCnEfs/s1600-h/yourforgvnCherokeelady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RvSWu5i84iI/AAAAAAAAAwM/IHWSfLCnEfs/s400/yourforgvnCherokeelady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112877209437921826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have read the scriptures convincing me of my Father's love and how He orders my steps, I am still amazed when I experience the reality of it. To know that my Lord loves me with an everlasting love..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a reason for all things. In fact, everyone that serves our Savior can probably testify to this and the times that we felt such a wonderful peace knowing that God is in control. I for one, am so glad that He is. I have made enough mistakes on my own.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time in prayer asking for forgiveness from my forgiving Lord. How merciful He is to me.....thank-you, Jesus, so unlike man and the ways of man. Again, I thank YOU Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks I have struggled with a bad decision.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that has been more aggravating than anything else. No one forced this decision. It was one of pure human error.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why I have re-lived the moments over and over in my mind. (kicking myself over and over again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew better. The Holy Spirit warned me with just a whisper "Don't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't listen. I listened to man instead. Haven't I heard the Spirit's voice enough to recognize it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have asked repeatedly for forgiveness. My Father forgave me the first time I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a way out......all the while feeling unworthy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have seen God at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No....not in the way that I would think He would, After all, His thoughts are much higher than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I haven't seen completion of the escape that He has made for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I have this PEACE about my situation that PASSES ALL UNDERSTANDING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK me again why I love Him so........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer won't be one of a list of things He does for me.....(although He does)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be one of how He has prepared a mansion in heaven for me (although He has)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be BECAUSE He FIRST loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HE LOVES ME!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-8944601886511107663?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8944601886511107663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=8944601886511107663&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8944601886511107663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8944601886511107663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/he-loves-me.html' title='HE Loves Me!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RvSWu5i84iI/AAAAAAAAAwM/IHWSfLCnEfs/s72-c/yourforgvnCherokeelady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4111715381943201077</id><published>2007-09-11T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:54:28.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Coffee</title><content type='html'>You ladies know how I love my tea, but I sometimes have a nice cup of coffee. Recently, I received a free coffee sample from &lt;a href="http://Folgers.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folgers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and wanted to share. All you have to do is click on the link and sign up. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://folgersgourmetselections.offerprocessingcenter.com/Offer.aspx?source=[blog]"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.folgers.com/gourmet-selections-coffee/images/post_blog_sample/image_post_sample.jpg" width="229" height="81" alt="Folgers Gourmet Selections. Get A Free Sample"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-4111715381943201077?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4111715381943201077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4111715381943201077&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4111715381943201077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4111715381943201077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/free-coffee.html' title='Free Coffee'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3333131100308509786</id><published>2007-09-09T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:40:52.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Is Served!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuSSHH8oV5I/AAAAAAAAAvs/BRG6tNUy12Y/s1600-h/diningroomyorkallposters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuSSHH8oV5I/AAAAAAAAAvs/BRG6tNUy12Y/s400/diningroomyorkallposters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108368528435074962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended one of the best luncheons yesterday. There were so many delicious things to choose from that it took a few minutes to decide. There were salads, dips, appetizers, kabobs, fruit salads, and the list just goes on. One of the best things about it was at the end we were allowed to purchase a recipe book with all of the dishes that were prepared for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because several of these menu items became a quick favorite of mine, I made a beeline to the area to purchase my copy. I plan to share a few of them from time to time. Many of you may already be familiar with some of these, but if you aren't they will be worth your time to try. One of my favorites of the day was the Cucumber-Tomato Dip. There is only one word. D.E.L.I.C.I.O.U.S.  If you decide to try it, please let me know what you think. You will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                            Cucumber-Tomato Dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 8oz. pkg of cream cheese, softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 8oz. carton of sour cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 cup chopped cucumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 cup chopped tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fresh cilantro, chopped to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Beat together the cream cheese and sour cream until fluffy. Stir in cucumber, tomato and cilantro until blended. Refrigerate until ready to serve. (I would prepare this as least a couple of hours ahead to allow the flavors to blend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dip was served from a cabbage that had the insides carved out, but the outside leaves intact. Very pretty. I think a purple cabbage would have been an extra touch of color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried Grape Salad for the first time in my life. This was another favorite of mine. It was so, so good! I may post that recipe next. This is sure to be a hit at any church function and I can't wait to awe my fellow church members with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not taking pictures as I had my camera in my purse, but I didn't know how well that would have went over with the hosts. I apologize, but there is only so far I will go to risk my invite for next year!  *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-3333131100308509786?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3333131100308509786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3333131100308509786&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3333131100308509786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3333131100308509786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/lunch-is-served.html' title='Lunch Is Served!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuSSHH8oV5I/AAAAAAAAAvs/BRG6tNUy12Y/s72-c/diningroomyorkallposters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1724772818256889810</id><published>2007-09-06T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:10:44.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift Shop Is Open For Business!</title><content type='html'>I know I have been a little slack about posting, but I have been busy since we got back. Please forgive me. As the weekend drew near, we were off to the &lt;a href="http://www.biltmore.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Biltmore House &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again! NO, I am not sick of it yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I have left the pictures clickable so you can get a closer look. I hope you enjoy browsing as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am pressed for time, I have decided to post some of the more &lt;em&gt;important&lt;/em&gt; pictures *smile* first. Those of you that know me will understand why. The gift shop was under construction the last time we went, but look at it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTVH8oV0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/sYnNMBLYoj8/s1600-h/Labor+Day-066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107314337302206274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTVH8oV0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/sYnNMBLYoj8/s200/Labor+Day-066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the replicas of the Biltmore tea service. Aren't they just lovely! &lt;em&gt;Expensive!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTVn8oV1I/AAAAAAAAAvM/UnH2ILVpmIk/s1600-h/Labor+Day-067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107314345892140882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTVn8oV1I/AAAAAAAAAvM/UnH2ILVpmIk/s200/Labor+Day-067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the cake server in this one and the tea for one pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTV38oV2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/UqacaC2Ps-s/s1600-h/Labor+Day-068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107314350187108194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTV38oV2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/UqacaC2Ps-s/s200/Labor+Day-068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh..... a tea lover's dream! Look at all these! They have really expanded their tea accessories. It has been worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTWH8oV3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/OBjzI7hGfzI/s1600-h/Labor+Day-069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107314354482075506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTWH8oV3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/OBjzI7hGfzI/s200/Labor+Day-069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this one looks as if it were taken in the house, it isn't. Remember the "no camera" policy? This one is also in the gift shop. I think this setting would have looked a little more authentic if the hardware on the door would have been Victorian. Hmmm....I think when they send me the questionaire about my visit I may suggest this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTW38oV4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/Goxs6iONCsU/s1600-h/Labor+Day-070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107314367366977410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTW38oV4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/Goxs6iONCsU/s200/Labor+Day-070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, I did ask before taking pictures inside the gift shop. &lt;br /&gt;I hope to share the others later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-1724772818256889810?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1724772818256889810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1724772818256889810&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1724772818256889810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1724772818256889810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/gift-shop-is-open-for-business.html' title='The Gift Shop Is Open For Business!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RuDTVH8oV0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/sYnNMBLYoj8/s72-c/Labor+Day-066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-8146749934639383051</id><published>2007-09-04T15:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:19:20.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>We're back from our wonderful vacation. I want to thank everyone for their prayers. We came very close to being in a car accident, but God was gracious to us again! I have been trying to catch up on everyone's blogs, so I haven't time to post right now. Hopefully I will get some pics on later! Happy Tuesday, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-8146749934639383051?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8146749934639383051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=8146749934639383051&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8146749934639383051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/8146749934639383051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-9082624694006630635</id><published>2007-09-01T02:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:32:51.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labor Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RtkUJX8oVxI/AAAAAAAAAus/2o4_nKMYB8U/s1600-h/arg-boulder-might-fall-bg-207x165-url.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RtkUJX8oVxI/AAAAAAAAAus/2o4_nKMYB8U/s400/arg-boulder-might-fall-bg-207x165-url.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105133803880863506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away for a few days. I hope you  all have a wonderful Labor Day weekend! Please be careful and if you don't mind, please keep my family in prayer as we travel. God Bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RtSp_H8oVwI/AAAAAAAAAuk/49N90iNEMEY/s1600-h/Debbie_Green.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RtSp_H8oVwI/AAAAAAAAAuk/49N90iNEMEY/s320/Debbie_Green.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103891179647817474" 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/19615463-9082624694006630635?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9082624694006630635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=9082624694006630635&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9082624694006630635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9082624694006630635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-labor-day.html' title='Happy Labor Day!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RtkUJX8oVxI/AAAAAAAAAus/2o4_nKMYB8U/s72-c/arg-boulder-might-fall-bg-207x165-url.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2011995254561482142</id><published>2007-08-29T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:46:58.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What The World Needs Now Is Love, Sweet Love....</title><content type='html'>I received this in an email today and wanted to share. How often are we frustrated by other's actions not realizing what may be going on in their life? *sigh*If we could only remember to at least whisper a prayer for them instead of being aggravated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the" jerk" who cut us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a few precious moments with her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not to just those who are close to us, but to all humanity. Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author: Unknown to Me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2011995254561482142?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2011995254561482142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2011995254561482142&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2011995254561482142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2011995254561482142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-world-needs-now-is-love-sweet-love.html' title='What The World Needs Now Is Love, Sweet Love....'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4085577076716484093</id><published>2007-08-28T17:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:05:25.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools In!</title><content type='html'>This is probably going to be one of those rambling post about much of nothing! Let me see....... where do I begin? School started back this week and this has made me a little bit sad. All of you know how much I like my children home with me. My son is an official 7th grader. I cannot believe my once arm-held bundle of joy is now trouncing the halls in the middle school! If we could just keep them smaller for just a little longer! *sigh* I know it's just as well that we can't. All of mine would still be toddlers and that would not be a good thing. *smile* Just think, we would then deprive ourselves of all those precious memories of their growing up years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, what about all those forms we must fill out the first day of school? Not only that, I had to write a paragraph about my son this year. I'm serious. The teacher noted this was an actual homework assignment for the parents that the student would be graded for! Thankfully, it was an easy task to write about my son. After penning how wonderful and helpful he is, she should make him the star student. *smile* I realize her goal is to get a better understanding of the child she is entrusted to teach for the next few months. Hopefully, she will see the same child I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the forms what do you think about the "Student Suppy List?" It gets longer every year doesn't it? When I was going to school...ahem....and it wasn't that long ago, we usually needed the basics, paper, pencils, composition books, notebook, and a bookbag was optional. Here is my son's list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 dozen pencils&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pocket folder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 packs of index cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 marble composition books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;colored pencils/crayons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;personal pencil sharpener&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pack pens (no gels)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;multilple packs wide-ruled paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 highlighters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kleenex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 full size bottle of hand sanitizer/soap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paper towels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;calculator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 can of tennis balls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;protractor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;compass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clipboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1" 3 ring binder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;large 3 ring binder with dividers for each class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bag of candy (individually wrapped- no gum) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am thankful I don't have to purchase the textbooks.............. at least not yet........................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RtSp_H8oVwI/AAAAAAAAAuk/49N90iNEMEY/s1600-h/Debbie_Green.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RtSp_H8oVwI/AAAAAAAAAuk/49N90iNEMEY/s320/Debbie_Green.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103891179647817474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-4085577076716484093?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4085577076716484093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4085577076716484093&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4085577076716484093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4085577076716484093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/schools-in.html' title='Schools In!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RtSp_H8oVwI/AAAAAAAAAuk/49N90iNEMEY/s72-c/Debbie_Green.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5200773387346033351</id><published>2007-08-18T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:27:24.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Antiquing!</title><content type='html'>As promised, here are some pictures of my trip antiquing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8fH8oVpI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/f7sRRi4UnD4/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8fH8oVpI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/f7sRRi4UnD4/s400/Angela+and+amanda-31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100252345915692690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a huge home turned into an Antique shop. Although some things were not antique it was still fun to look at and remember. I kept all the pictures clickable so you could get a closer look at the items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse9hH8oVqI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5OII9ODaAr8/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse9hH8oVqI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5OII9ODaAr8/s200/Angela+and+amanda-30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100253479787058850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aprons look huge, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8G38oVmI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Jw2a08n277Q/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8G38oVmI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Jw2a08n277Q/s200/Angela+and+amanda-29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100251929303864930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room was an assortment of all types of things. *sigh* I wished I would have gotten a pic of the children's toys that were in the corner. Notice the window to the right. I am assuming those large wire looking sock shapes are sock  dryers, maybe?  Hmmmm....if anyone knows for sure  please feel free to  let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8Hn8oVnI/AAAAAAAAAtA/vMIM3mW5wrk/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8Hn8oVnI/AAAAAAAAAtA/vMIM3mW5wrk/s200/Angela+and+amanda-36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100251942188766834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the rooms were set up as if someone had just left them, such as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsfAtX8oVrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/J47I5kwW1gQ/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsfAtX8oVrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/J47I5kwW1gQ/s200/Angela+and+amanda-34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100256988775339698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought these mother/daughter photos were lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsfAt38oVsI/AAAAAAAAAto/Fp-Gld0efp4/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsfAt38oVsI/AAAAAAAAAto/Fp-Gld0efp4/s200/Angela+and+amanda-35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100256997365274306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next venture was on to but what else? These little darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsfAuH8oVtI/AAAAAAAAAtw/RqGeGqvQxeo/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsfAuH8oVtI/AAAAAAAAAtw/RqGeGqvQxeo/s200/Angela+and+amanda-38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100257001660241618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite, but I would not pay the asking price and continued to look. this was getting difficult for me because we were upstairs and the floor was creaky. Ever so often when I would step on board that creaked loudly, my stomach would turn. I hate that feeling. I was hoping not to fall through the floor. Thank the good Lord He didn't let me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsfAun8oVuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/pQ5FYTKLbbU/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsfAun8oVuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/pQ5FYTKLbbU/s200/Angela+and+amanda-39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100257010250176226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one I finally chose. Very pretty, don't you think? It was the least expensive of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8IH8oVoI/AAAAAAAAAtI/CrcZBCA0AFo/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8IH8oVoI/AAAAAAAAAtI/CrcZBCA0AFo/s200/Angela+and+amanda-40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100251950778701442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room had clothing much like that of today, I thought. I didn't take a pic of the basket of patterns.  Some of those were very interesting. Afterthoughts, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsfDsn8oVvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/dm-0in57sG4/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsfDsn8oVvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/dm-0in57sG4/s200/Angela+and+amanda-44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100260274425321202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those retro-rooms. Check out the canisters and dessert dishes. These kind of remind me of Brady Bunch days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8GX8oVlI/AAAAAAAAAsw/qdrlycjlnMY/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8GX8oVlI/AAAAAAAAAsw/qdrlycjlnMY/s200/Angela+and+amanda-32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100251920713930322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only place I went on this particular day. I hope to visit some others in the near future. I have a few items on my mind that I want to search for. I will try to remember to take my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention that I also purchased a picture from one of the rooms. Can you guess which one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5200773387346033351?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5200773387346033351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5200773387346033351&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5200773387346033351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5200773387346033351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-go-antiquing.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Antiquing!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rse8fH8oVpI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/f7sRRi4UnD4/s72-c/Angela+and+amanda-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-6376199500034853734</id><published>2007-08-16T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:16:23.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsZ_1X8oVaI/AAAAAAAAArY/Oe-lsLNxIIg/s1600-h/Nice%2525252BAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsZ_1X8oVaI/AAAAAAAAArY/Oe-lsLNxIIg/s320/Nice%2525252BAward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099904182981776802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to look! Precious &lt;a href="http://ourhappyhappenings.blogspot.com"&gt;Melanie at Our Happy Happenings &lt;/a&gt;has awarded me the Nice Award. Isn't she sweet!?! She is definitely deserving of this. I enjoy her daily "happenings" as she adores her husband and her precious baby girl. If you haven't visited her already, stop by her place sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what The Nice Matters Award is given for, "This award is for those bloggers who are nice people; good blog friends and those who inspire good feelings and inspiration. Also for those who are a positive influence on our blogging world. Once you've been awarded please pass it on to 7 others who you feel are deserving of this award."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These awards always present a dilemma for me and that is &lt;strong&gt;HOW&lt;/strong&gt; to choose just the required number to pass it on to. &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of my blogging friends are nice. *sigh* But in the process of keeping the rules here are my 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start alphabetically with &lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com"&gt;Anita at Ask A Lutheran&lt;/a&gt; Definitely nice. Although she is from the northern part of the country, she is full of southern hospitality! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daysofgladness.blogspot.com"&gt;Sharon, from Days Of Gladness&lt;/a&gt; is from the opposite end of the country and another nice one. She is very active in her women's ministry and able to keep up with her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyful-christian.blogspot.com"&gt;Marilee, Joy In Frog&lt;/a&gt; is not only nice, she is a great encourager. She is taking some family time right now and is missed. I have known and loved her since FaithPrint days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelslisteningheart.blogspot.com"&gt;Angel Mama from Pearls Of Wisdom&lt;/a&gt; is always eager to lend a helping hand. She hasn't been around lately which is unlike her. Please join me in prayer for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundproofroom.blogspot.com"&gt;Lisa from Sound Proof Room&lt;/a&gt; is another nice one. She has been very busy over the summer, but pops in and out to check on everyone. We've *known* each other since Faithprint days, as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/"&gt;Iris from Sting My Heart &lt;/a&gt; is another most deserving. She gives of her time to encourage us ladies all over the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not a regular reader of her blog, I suggest you go on over and check her out. I think you will agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;Last and definitely not least is &lt;a href="http://towardthemark.wordpress.com"&gt;Sara from Toward The Mark  &lt;/a&gt; She is such a sweet, sweet young lady with 2 precious babies and another Faithprints alumni. She knows how to present post that make you put on your thinking cap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. The 7 I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to choose, but I think the remainder have already been chosen by someone else. Like I said before, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of my friends are nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-6376199500034853734?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6376199500034853734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=6376199500034853734&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6376199500034853734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6376199500034853734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-sweet.html' title='How Sweet!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsZ_1X8oVaI/AAAAAAAAArY/Oe-lsLNxIIg/s72-c/Nice%2525252BAward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3816328027072412342</id><published>2007-08-13T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:30:42.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This And That</title><content type='html'>Wow! I can't believe it's been over a week since I had anything significant to say. As hot as it has been around here you would think I would have stayed inside and written a novel. I have visited over at a few blogs and commented now and then. Forgive me if I haven't been to yours and left a comment. I have tried to do what time will allow so please don't take it personal. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling a little sad lately thinking of the summer days that have passed so quickly.  I think being a mother causes me to pause more often and wonder if I have met my children's expectations of summer events. I want our memories that we have made together to be special ones. We have spent more time together and that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful husband had a birthday yesterday. We celebrated after church with our pastor, his wife, and a few friends.  We went to a popular Italian restaurant for our main meal and then had a lovely cake. It was nice. I know your aren't going to believe this, but I didn't take pictures! I guess I was too caught up with everything else to think about it. I am thankful for another birthday shared with my mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share this pics of these watermelons. I am hoping you can actually see how huge they are. I took this at a produce stand on my way back from the beach. I wanted to put the average size one beside these for comparison, but I don't think the owner would have thought it was as great an idea as I. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsEe9TInqvI/AAAAAAAAArA/Pqkq3vQUyC4/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsEe9TInqvI/AAAAAAAAArA/Pqkq3vQUyC4/s200/Angela+and+amanda-73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098390291617393394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsEgTTInqwI/AAAAAAAAArI/0Xn-nYQ-2gk/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsEgTTInqwI/AAAAAAAAArI/0Xn-nYQ-2gk/s200/Angela+and+amanda-70.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098391769086143234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few other things I wanted to ramble on about, but changed my mind. I hope to post something more awe inspiring later. *smile* Much love to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsEhCzInqxI/AAAAAAAAArQ/lxahtbRoRsU/s1600-h/Debbie_Green.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsEhCzInqxI/AAAAAAAAArQ/lxahtbRoRsU/s320/Debbie_Green.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098392585129929490" 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/19615463-3816328027072412342?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3816328027072412342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3816328027072412342&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3816328027072412342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3816328027072412342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow-i-cant-believe-its-been-over-week.html' title='This And That'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RsEe9TInqvI/AAAAAAAAArA/Pqkq3vQUyC4/s72-c/Angela+and+amanda-73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2017019501780902815</id><published>2007-08-05T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:58:33.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles Have Not Ceased!</title><content type='html'>This is a very special post about my friend, Angela. We went on a mini-vacation this week. Just she and I. I know that sounds incredulous, seeing as to how I am all about my family, but it was not an ordinary excursion. It was a mission. A mission I am honored to say that I was involved in. I will explain more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Angela on our starting journey. She looks a little apprehensive, but I think she is trying to contain her excitement, after all, it has been 8 long years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrZ5VTInqfI/AAAAAAAAApA/AMkiXH2OK1E/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrZ5VTInqfI/AAAAAAAAApA/AMkiXH2OK1E/s200/Angela+and+amanda-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095393435236936178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had packed our suitcases with a week's worth of wear even though we were only staying one night. I try not to take all those clothes, but you ladies know how it is. Whatever we leave at home is going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; outfit we want to wear. So, in living life with as few regrets as possible, I take as much as I can. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left early in the morning and decided to stop at Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Didn't see that coming, did ya? We were so caught up in conversation that we stayed there until almost lunch. Isn't it wonderful to be able to converse with someone about the goodness of the Lord? He is always worthy to be praised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally paid our check and got back into the car to proceed. As we pulled out of the Cracker Barrel parking lot I saw a Wal-Mart with the fuel station. Imagine my surprise to find gas for $2.69. Now that is the cheapest I have seen for awhile so I did what any other American stressing over gasoline prices would do. I pulled right in and filled up the tank to the maximum. Ugh.....If only I would have had a spare tank...... Oh well, praise God for what I did get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at our reserved motel, we discovered the room had only &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; bed. This was not going to work for us. To make matters worse this was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only&lt;/span&gt; available room. Disappointed we were, but not depressed. We decided to call a few other places in the area and hope for a vacancy. I called several places, but things were not looking too good. We decided to not let this deter us and journeyed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt peace about the situation and knew that we would get another room.....someplace. So after leaving this particular town we went into the next one and practiced a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;therapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraCvTInqiI/AAAAAAAAApY/8hyqbYEiqoM/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraCvTInqiI/AAAAAAAAApY/8hyqbYEiqoM/s200/Angela+and+amanda-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095403777518184994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling much better after some hands on shopping we were ready to ride again! We still had to accomplish the #1 reason we were here. Angela's anticipation had been building for sometime and I didn't want to prolong her long awaited moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then, finally she was here.....our appointed destination. Can you guess where it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrZ84zInqhI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zXDWf49Pp-I/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrZ84zInqhI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zXDWf49Pp-I/s200/Angela+and+amanda-61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095397343657175570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful scenery, just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you are probably wondering what's so special about this beach scene since I have posted so many previously. Well, I am getting to that............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my friend Angela use to be in one of these.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraF6DInqjI/AAAAAAAAApg/N76UJd25zzs/s1600-h/imageswheelchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraF6DInqjI/AAAAAAAAApg/N76UJd25zzs/s200/imageswheelchair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095407260736662066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through God's wonderful grace and mercy she is now out of it! Praise God! She has been out of the chair for a few months. One of her greatest desires was to be able to &lt;br /&gt;do this........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraHdTInqkI/AAAAAAAAApo/qdIBotUwC9I/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraHdTInqkI/AAAAAAAAApo/qdIBotUwC9I/s200/Angela+and+amanda-58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095408965838678594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraHeTInqlI/AAAAAAAAApw/EJTywEiVx34/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraHeTInqlI/AAAAAAAAApw/EJTywEiVx34/s200/Angela+and+amanda-54.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095408983018547794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraHfTInqmI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Kz7Nq8tROQw/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraHfTInqmI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Kz7Nq8tROQw/s200/Angela+and+amanda-57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095409000198416994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraHgDInqnI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AFxk4uvb01k/s1600-h/Angela+and+amanda-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RraHgDInqnI/AAAAAAAAAqA/AFxk4uvb01k/s200/Angela+and+amanda-51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095409013083318898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; walk on the beach again.....something I take for granted......everyday!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she walked.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walked........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walked........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in silence........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to every one's ears.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to God's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others may say that God doesn't do miracles today or healing isn't for everyone. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; believe them. He is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; dead! He is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;alive!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Call&lt;/span&gt; upon Him and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He will &lt;/span&gt;answer you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrU4ATInqUI/AAAAAAAAAno/O4z32Okzzf0/s1600-h/Debbie_Yellow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrU4ATInqUI/AAAAAAAAAno/O4z32Okzzf0/s320/Debbie_Yellow.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095040131227167042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2017019501780902815?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2017019501780902815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2017019501780902815&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2017019501780902815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2017019501780902815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/miracles-have-not-ceased.html' title='Miracles Have Not Ceased!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrZ5VTInqfI/AAAAAAAAApA/AMkiXH2OK1E/s72-c/Angela+and+amanda-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5955616959602599743</id><published>2007-08-04T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:31:55.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrU0NzInqSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/4jfk8C_9OHY/s1600-h/ThoughtfulAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095035965108889890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrU0NzInqSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/4jfk8C_9OHY/s200/ThoughtfulAward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrU0ODInqTI/AAAAAAAAAng/ymB8yaEZ4Ro/s1600-h/CreativeAward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095035969403857202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrU0ODInqTI/AAAAAAAAAng/ymB8yaEZ4Ro/s200/CreativeAward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet, sweet, friend&lt;a href="http://sharon/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sharon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharon/"&gt;from Keeper Of The Home &lt;/a&gt;has given these awards to me. I have been meaning to post this sooner and I hope she will forgive me. The following is what the awards are about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who answer blog comments, emails and make their visitors feel at home on their blog. For the people who take other people's feelings into consideration before speaking out, and who are kind and courteous. Also for all those bloggers who spend so much of their time helping other bloggers design, improve and fix their sites. This award is for those generous bloggers who think of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have taken so long to get this post up I feel undeserving.*smile* Anyway, this is what &lt;a href="http://sharonsroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon &lt;/a&gt;had to say about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Debbie at My Spot of Blog ~ Debbie is another sweet person that makes you feel welcome and also makes you feel as if you've known her forever. She sounds like a busy gal, but always catches up with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same about her. I enjoy *meeting* sincere sisters in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to give the award to 5 more bloggers, but I believe that all of you already have these. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the blessing. Thank-you, again, Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrVSpzInqdI/AAAAAAAAAow/X37uZiHbDTM/s1600-h/Debbie_Green.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrVSpzInqdI/AAAAAAAAAow/X37uZiHbDTM/s320/Debbie_Green.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095069431494060498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5955616959602599743?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5955616959602599743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5955616959602599743&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5955616959602599743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5955616959602599743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet-awards.html' title='Sweet Awards'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrU0NzInqSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/4jfk8C_9OHY/s72-c/ThoughtfulAward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1224829281114316406</id><published>2007-07-31T01:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:42:19.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Thinkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq-zNjInqDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pWC9J0k_3bA/s1600-h/untitledthinker.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq-zNjInqDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pWC9J0k_3bA/s320/untitledthinker.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093486748930385970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I plan to leave this post at the top so I can get as many ideas as possible. You may scroll down for my latest post. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, I need some help. Seems I have been appointed to schedule activities for church functions. Now of course I have some ideas, but they are limited. Since all of you are from various churches and backgrounds, I thought you would be my best source for variety. I realize we don't have the same forms of entertainment available, but if you could give just a general idea of something you have participated in at your church it would be greatly appreciated. It may have been a theme Sunday or a fun function you had on a Saturday evening. Maybe it was a church trip for a day or even a weekend. I am open for all of your suggestions whether it be for Ladies only (you know I will be slipping a tea party in here with half a chance) *grin* children, or for everyone. So give me plenty of ideas, no matter how small or how large! Thanks for all your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrAAGjInqOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/pmCVSmXsfgw/s1600-h/Debbie_Yellow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RrAAGjInqOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/pmCVSmXsfgw/s320/Debbie_Yellow.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093571291066640610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-1224829281114316406?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1224829281114316406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1224829281114316406&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1224829281114316406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1224829281114316406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/calling-all-thinkers_31.html' title='Calling All Thinkers'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq-zNjInqDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/pWC9J0k_3bA/s72-c/untitledthinker.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3444732294536458576</id><published>2007-07-30T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:16:25.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharon's And Judy's Peaches And Cream Dessert</title><content type='html'>I decided to make this dessert today. I got the recipe from &lt;a href="http://daysofgladness.blogspot.com/2007/07/sharons-kitchen-recipes-tuesdays.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Of Value. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had thought about trying it for a few days, but just didn't get around to it. We were to have company over for dinner Saturday night and I wanted to try it then, but time would not allow. So anyway, I pulled out the ingredients. I had most of them on hand, but the vanilla instant pudding. I had my DD stop by the local grocery store on her way home and get a box of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the peaches I used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq-0CDInqEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iTmFiaJpEI4/s1600-h/cooking-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq-0CDInqEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iTmFiaJpEI4/s320/cooking-18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093487650873518146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice what the lid says. I decided to try them and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq-0CTInqFI/AAAAAAAAAlw/W3byl-PTSbA/s1600-h/cooking-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq-0CTInqFI/AAAAAAAAAlw/W3byl-PTSbA/s320/cooking-19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093487655168485458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I have a "gathering" on some of the ingredients to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7AqjInp2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/nJc4ge51tHE/s1600-h/cooking-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093220065821042530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7AqjInp2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/nJc4ge51tHE/s400/cooking-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now mixing the crust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7AqzInp3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/jpBM4RWNYHk/s1600-h/cooking-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093220070116009842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7AqzInp3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/jpBM4RWNYHk/s400/cooking-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said it would be "gooey" and she was right. It wasn't too bad, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7ArTInp4I/AAAAAAAAAj4/y76cDxIS_s0/s1600-h/cooking-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093220078705944450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7ArTInp4I/AAAAAAAAAj4/y76cDxIS_s0/s400/cooking-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spread the dough into my glass baking dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7BxTInp5I/AAAAAAAAAkA/7tQ_BoqkjnY/s1600-h/cooking-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093221281296787346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7BxTInp5I/AAAAAAAAAkA/7tQ_BoqkjnY/s400/cooking-23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the peaches on top. Let me tell you, they were delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7BxjInp6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/JauUA0bIB38/s1600-h/cooking-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093221285591754658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7BxjInp6I/AAAAAAAAAkI/JauUA0bIB38/s400/cooking-24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mixed together the cream cheese, sugar, and reserved peach juice and poured over the peaches. I think I should have mixed the cream cheese just a little more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7ByDInp7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0N49_nYTGrE/s1600-h/cooking-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093221294181689266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7ByDInp7I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0N49_nYTGrE/s400/cooking-25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I sprinkled the cinnamon and sugar over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7ByTInp8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/m7KQwRRSN8M/s1600-h/cooking-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093221298476656578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7ByTInp8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/m7KQwRRSN8M/s400/cooking-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then placed it in the preheated oven to bake. Yes, I know the oven could stand a cleaning, but it's SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7ByzInp9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/GjV3Kg1uAtM/s1600-h/cooking-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093221307066591186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7ByzInp9I/AAAAAAAAAkg/GjV3Kg1uAtM/s400/cooking-27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the finished product. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7CSjInp-I/AAAAAAAAAko/guzEzwt96zw/s1600-h/cooking-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093221852527437794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7CSjInp-I/AAAAAAAAAko/guzEzwt96zw/s400/cooking-31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmmm.....delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7CTDInp_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/I1Uh5JMfIG0/s1600-h/cooking-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093221861117372402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7CTDInp_I/AAAAAAAAAkw/I1Uh5JMfIG0/s400/cooking-35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way I am going to lose any weight trying out all of these recipes! I have my eye on a few more that I want to try. These aren't the only ones I've tried, but they are the only ones I have taken pictures of. I had thought about having a specific day that I tested recipes from your blogs and post pics from each one, but then I decided Nah....that would make me HAVE to do it therefore taking the fun out of it. I prefer to do it random and spontaneously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to bake in the winter as the oven heats the house up so, but since I was broiling our main dish tonight I decided a few more minutes wouldn't hurt anything. &lt;br /&gt;We had broiled Talapia with creole seasoning. We also had flat beans and cornbread. Now is that southern, or what? Oh, and I made mashed potatoes for the boys. This was not my original plan for supper. For some reason I have been craving homemade mac and cheese. I realized I didn't have everything I needed to make that so.....Fish it was. Praise God for the fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7VTjInqCI/AAAAAAAAAlI/gmV03r4FeTU/s1600-h/Debbie_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq7VTjInqCI/AAAAAAAAAlI/gmV03r4FeTU/s320/Debbie_3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093242760428234786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-3444732294536458576?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3444732294536458576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3444732294536458576&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3444732294536458576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3444732294536458576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/sharons-and-judys-peaches-and-cream.html' title='Sharon&apos;s And Judy&apos;s Peaches And Cream Dessert'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rq-0CDInqEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iTmFiaJpEI4/s72-c/cooking-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-9028664708509056269</id><published>2007-07-26T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:23:54.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor's Orders!</title><content type='html'>I don't think I will ever get use to having to remove my clothes for those dreaded doctor's visits. You would think after all my children, this would change. &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;. I still feel the boiling hot, rush of blood to my cheeks as I lie on the examining table. The objects hanging overhead do &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; to distract me. In fact, I think they are more of a reminder of where you are and why, as was the situation with me the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just as nervous each and every visit no matter how confident I appear as I stroll through those giant doors. This time was no exception. I signed in and sat down only moments before they called me into the back. The nurse showed me the paper gown I had been chosen to don, whereupon I nervously asked the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wisest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; question of the moment "Do I have to take off &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; my clothes?" Before she could answer I acknowledged that I knew I did *blush* *blush* and didn't know &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; I asked that. She just smiled and said that everyone &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ask that same question. At least this made me feel a little better knowing I wasn't the only one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked out of the room and I turned around to remove my clothes and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I put on the little paper gown and smiled to myself upon remembering my last visit where I had made an already embarrassing situation worse. How? You may ask. Well, I, being the creature of habit that I am, remembered that "the split always goes in the back" right? &lt;strong&gt;Wrong!&lt;/strong&gt; Seems the split goes in the front and no one had thought to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I had totally went against manufacturer's intentions *gasp* I was even more uncomfortable when the dr. had to tear it open at the neck. You know,....for the other part of the exam. Even though he was very understanding about it I was feeling....well.......I'm going to go ahead and say it......a little "blonde." There. I said it. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for no major problems, I followed up with the mammogram as he suggested. Ladies, I must say that I have heard "horror stories" about these. I went in expecting to have nothing left on my chest, but pancakes! Now, I am no expert since I have had only one before this one, but mine were not as painful as I had prepared for. I don't know if it's the fact that I have such a wonderful technician (thanks Renata) or that I have experienced far worse pain associated with previous surgeries that this just paled in comparison. I was a little sore afterwards, but nothing major. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to Renata some of the stories others had expressed to me about mammograms. Some of you may even have gotten the satirical emails about them. I have and found them to be quite funny. She laughed at first, but then she said something very wise. &lt;strong&gt;"YOU CAN HANDLE A MAMMOGRAM MUCH BETTER THAN YOU CAN HANDLE BRE*ST CANCER."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I shared my embarrassing moments on the lighter side, I hope all my friends will take the message seriously and GET THOSE EXAMS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-9028664708509056269?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9028664708509056269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=9028664708509056269&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9028664708509056269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9028664708509056269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/doctors-orders.html' title='Doctor&apos;s Orders!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5484124454256901910</id><published>2007-07-24T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:05:28.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Wordless Wednesday~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RqbOnDInpfI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ustc90Avg0g/s1600-h/aquarium_church-018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RqbOnDInpfI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ustc90Avg0g/s400/aquarium_church-018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090983599040603634" 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/19615463-5484124454256901910?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5484124454256901910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5484124454256901910&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5484124454256901910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5484124454256901910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/wordless.html' title='~Wordless Wednesday~'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RqbOnDInpfI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ustc90Avg0g/s72-c/aquarium_church-018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5894351509975380306</id><published>2007-07-20T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:04:50.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In A Pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RqGU3S4OJrI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wvJwQV_FzKA/s1600-h/awakening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089512731586733746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RqGU3S4OJrI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wvJwQV_FzKA/s400/awakening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the Lord uses different things and different ways to speak to people. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I know some would disagree and say that the Lord doesn't "speak" to anyone anymore. These are some of the same people that are deceived. I do not say this with malice or self-righteousness. Only with love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's thoughts and ways are higher than ours and we cannot......NO, we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUST NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; confine Him to our finite minds of understanding. If we would let Him be God, He would show Himself mightier than we have ever seen. This is His desire for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God for the moments He will nudge my heart and use everyday things to teach me or to show me how great He is. Sometimes He takes me by surprise and before I know it He has given me something to apply to my life or something to help someone else. He is totally dependable like that. Always meeting our needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was no different. While cleaning my kitchen this afternoon I thought about a small plant I had purchased over 6 years ago. The pot it came in was no larger than 3 inches and the plant itself was about the same. I bought it to sit on my windowsill of my kitchen window to enjoy the sunlight. This has been a great plan up until about a year ago when we started some home improvement projects. Since we have been remodeling I no longer have a view from my kitchen. I have the windowsill and curtain there, but behind that is a wall. I no longer have the wondrous sunshine streaming in. Just a piece of flat board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little plant has remained faithful to it's post though and has never demanded attention. In fact, I have been very neglectful of it these past few months failing to water it or watering just enough to get by. Since I don't open the curtains anymore it is easy to forget. In the 6 years that I have had this plant it has remained the same size. It hasn't grown any at all that I can tell. There is nothing wrong with it. Being the type plant it is, it has the potential to grow 6 to 8 feet given the proper care, but yet &lt;em&gt;it still the same size. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have a 6 to 8 foot plant if I wanted to by recognizing the growth potential which is a very important first step. Preparation. I would also have to prepare another container....one much larger than the one it is in now, with the proper soil and room for the roots to grow and get established. And I would have to give it the proper water and sunlight needed........DAILY. But I don't want that. I like it just the way it is. Small and alive enough to sit on my windowsill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this how some of us are Spiritually? Satisfied. right. where. we. are. We don't want to move closer to God or be moved. We read just enough of the word to get by, if at all. How about time spent in prayer alone with God? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is aware of our potential. He has all confidence in us to grow into the spiritual vessels He can use for His glory. Are we meeting His expectations? Are we letting ourselves down? I don't know about you, but I want to grow in the Lord. I want to "water" myself in the word. I want the soil of my heart prepared for "root" growth that I may have a deeper understanding of Him and fulfil His purpose and plan for my life. I don't want to stay the same size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's entirely up to us how much we grow. We can stay in our comfortable little pots or we can thrive and bring life to those around us. I want to thrive, don't you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5894351509975380306?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5894351509975380306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5894351509975380306&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5894351509975380306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5894351509975380306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-in-pot.html' title='Life In A Pot'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RqGU3S4OJrI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wvJwQV_FzKA/s72-c/awakening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2149466716667016125</id><published>2007-07-18T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T01:42:42.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Corn</title><content type='html'>I have heard the older you get the more you appreciate the things you took for granted when you were younger. : ) I have found this to be true in my life. Lately I have had a particular craving for a vegetable dish my grandmother use to make. I remember those muggy summer days she would harvest corn from her garden. After shucking and cleaning it, she would cut the fresh kernels off the cob. She could move the knife blade back and forth so loving and skillful, you would think she was playing a violin. She also used fresh tomatoes and okra all from her bounty. She would make huge pots of this and freeze it in individual bags. The smell of fresh corn would fill every room in the house. So yummy. It was delicious in the summer, but a great comfort dish in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After preparing this dish for myself...the first time in my adult life, I now appreciate all the hard work she put into preparing those "country" meals. Oh the memories that came back to me while cooking this meal. Some I had forgotten. Grandma passed away in '99 after living a very full life. She is so missed.&lt;br /&gt;I took a few pictures of my endeavor. Some are not that great, but at least you get a glimpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the fresh tomatoes I used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7wraFE2QI/AAAAAAAAAeI/e_GSy6E8WbA/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088769257500891394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7wraFE2QI/AAAAAAAAAeI/e_GSy6E8WbA/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the okra. It is also fresh from the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7wsaFE2RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fghSu_h6_wk/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088769274680760594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7wsaFE2RI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fghSu_h6_wk/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think to take pictures of my corn before I shucked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7vd6FE2PI/AAAAAAAAAeA/awuKMLTzMlM/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088767926061029618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7vd6FE2PI/AAAAAAAAAeA/awuKMLTzMlM/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7u8aFE2KI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Y3YyAfQp7do/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088767350535411874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7u8aFE2KI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Y3YyAfQp7do/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realize there is a lot of corn on one cob. Notice how closely shaven it is. I went over it at least two times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7u9KFE2LI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OQ52oKcUMDI/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088767363420313778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7u9KFE2LI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OQ52oKcUMDI/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course is a stack of the cobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7u9aFE2MI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OxiVpno7EMQ/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088767367715281090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7u9aFE2MI/AAAAAAAAAdo/OxiVpno7EMQ/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I transferred my corn into this pot. After parboiling the tomatoes to remove the skin, I added them. I also washed the okra and cut off the stems and added it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7wsqFE2SI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-e0joOej3N0/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088769278975727906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7wsqFE2SI/AAAAAAAAAeY/-e0joOej3N0/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looked like while it was cooking. I let it cook on very low heat and kept it stirred to prevent scorching. It doesn't look too appetizing in the picture, but I assure you, it was delicious! We had homemade biscuits and a small roast to go with our veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7wtKFE2TI/AAAAAAAAAeg/wQSRtmuLDIo/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088769287565662514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7wtKFE2TI/AAAAAAAAAeg/wQSRtmuLDIo/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to dessert. I decided to try a cake recipe I over at &lt;a href="http://sharonsroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon's &lt;/a&gt;under her recipes. It is the Sour Cream Pound Cake.&lt;br /&gt;I took my new mixer out that I told you about awhile back. I got it at Ross for $9.99!! I was blessed to get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7_gaFE2VI/AAAAAAAAAew/krtfYfwNjIw/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088785561196747090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7_gaFE2VI/AAAAAAAAAew/krtfYfwNjIw/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7_g6FE2WI/AAAAAAAAAe4/v9cmFmvFTCA/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088785569786681698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7_g6FE2WI/AAAAAAAAAe4/v9cmFmvFTCA/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to use this Nordic cake pan. I didn't take a pic of the batter and pan before I started, but took it of the pan after I put the cake on a plate I hope this explains the crumbs in pan. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7_haFE2XI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3jLbRLRkWaY/s1600-h/night-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088785578376616306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7_haFE2XI/AAAAAAAAAfA/3jLbRLRkWaY/s320/night-18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the oven.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7_hqFE2YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_C-XUFNih7c/s1600-h/night-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088785582671583618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7_hqFE2YI/AAAAAAAAAfI/_C-XUFNih7c/s320/night-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And onto the plate. Beautiful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7_iKFE2ZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ykrFIsLLqUU/s1600-h/night-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088785591261518226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7_iKFE2ZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ykrFIsLLqUU/s320/night-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the finished product. I could have drizzled the glaze a little better and hopefully I will next time. My family has almost eaten all of it! It is so delicious.  Thanks for sharing this recipe, Sharon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp8DQqFE2aI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8wjb_yQkaZ8/s1600-h/night-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088789688660318626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp8DQqFE2aI/AAAAAAAAAfY/8wjb_yQkaZ8/s320/night-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a Blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2149466716667016125?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2149466716667016125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2149466716667016125&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2149466716667016125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2149466716667016125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-heard-older-you-get-more-you.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Corn'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp7wraFE2QI/AAAAAAAAAeI/e_GSy6E8WbA/s72-c/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1985487162779872217</id><published>2007-07-17T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:56:52.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Around The House</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the weekend wishes! I have been busy, but I have also spent a lot of family time. We (mainly dear hubby) got our privacy fence up. Well, half of it anyway. And yet again I failed to take a "before" shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1i_aFE2AI/AAAAAAAAAcI/swhlWBPSTMc/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088331995470419970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1i_aFE2AI/AAAAAAAAAcI/swhlWBPSTMc/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1i-6FE1_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/C_WkwsdJKUE/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088331986880485362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1i-6FE1_I/AAAAAAAAAcA/C_WkwsdJKUE/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took down the chainlink fence in the front by the side of our house and put this up. You can't tell by the picture, but there are seven panels across. I know, I know, one section is turned the wrong way. Actually, this is one section left to put up on the other side. My hubby just put it there to keep it from warping until he can get the rest up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the netted gazebo that keeps me shaded during the day. It's become one of my favorite hangouts. I love to sit outside in the evening and having a fortress against the mosquitos is an added bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1o9KFE2BI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Xnt33YZLBZU/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088338553885480978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1o9KFE2BI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Xnt33YZLBZU/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fence keeps me from being seen when I am in in the pool.We live on a private road that all of my neighbors and their families have access to.&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you're thinking our deck is not finished I want you to know that your are correct. Thus, another project I hope to get finished this week. I need rails. It's tough pulling the weight of this body up on the deck without them. Hubby wanted to use the rails from our old above ground pool, but since they are metal I am sure they will not compliment our wooden deck. And for those of you that have wondered about these big blue pools, wonder no more. It is more than enough pool and a lot easier to maintain than the others. In fact, you can get one of these for less than the price of replacing the liner in your regular above ground. I cannot tell the difference when the kids and I are in it. It's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1rTqFE2CI/AAAAAAAAAcY/7J7XMoUdCB4/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088341139455793186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1rTqFE2CI/AAAAAAAAAcY/7J7XMoUdCB4/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a small view of a little laundry on the line. I have plenty to keep myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1uq6FE2DI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nWKr1DfxHbM/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088344837422635058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1uq6FE2DI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nWKr1DfxHbM/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what kept Nathan occupied long enough for me to hang the laundry on the line. *sigh* I don't know what I am going to do when the wonderful weather changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp2QaaFE2EI/AAAAAAAAAco/SMAdKwWoIg4/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088381937350137922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp2QaaFE2EI/AAAAAAAAAco/SMAdKwWoIg4/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp2QaqFE2FI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KAO_Y3tYf0g/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088381941645105234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp2QaqFE2FI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KAO_Y3tYf0g/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Yes he has a diaper on. We're working on that. If my methods continue to fail I may just have to buy him the husky jeans to ensure his Depends will be covered when he starts school. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp2QbKFE2GI/AAAAAAAAAc4/CcCImoA7oKo/s1600-h/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088381950235039842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp2QbKFE2GI/AAAAAAAAAc4/CcCImoA7oKo/s320/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a couple of shots of my "Retirement Center" as Amanda refers to it after nightfall. The second picture is from the inside. Awww...look at my honey turning the pump off. He is so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp2VXqFE2HI/AAAAAAAAAdA/8oh4E2aqtFI/s1600-h/night-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088387387663636594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp2VXqFE2HI/AAAAAAAAAdA/8oh4E2aqtFI/s320/night-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp2VX6FE2II/AAAAAAAAAdI/BqtniGp_N74/s1600-h/night-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088387391958603906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp2VX6FE2II/AAAAAAAAAdI/BqtniGp_N74/s320/night-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least is a picture of my feet propped in one of the chairs after a &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;long day! There was a whole of lot of cooking going on in between that I haven't posted about. I am saving that for tomorrow if I have time. For the first time in my adult life I made a vegetable dish I remember from my childhood. It's a southern dish and one that I have not had for many years. My grandmother would prepare this and freeze it for the winter. Yay! I took pictures! I also made a cake using a recipe I found on &lt;a href="http://sharonsroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon's&lt;/a&gt; blog. And guess what? I took pictures of that too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;****Sorry.... I deleted the pic of my feet. After I published and previewed there was no way I was going to let you see my in-need-of-manicure toes. They looked too horrid and I didn't want all the comments to be about tips on great foot care! *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am tired and need to get into bed. Have a blessed day in the Lord!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-1985487162779872217?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1985487162779872217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1985487162779872217&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1985487162779872217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1985487162779872217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/around-house.html' title='Around The House'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rp1i_aFE2AI/AAAAAAAAAcI/swhlWBPSTMc/s72-c/Beach,cooking,fence,etc-45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3535716193162514560</id><published>2007-07-14T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:49:10.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Not really feeling anything creative today. I think it's the weight of all the yard projects I have awaiting my attention. So it's off to take care of them. I get to spend time with my hubby and that is a good thing. : )   We like to tackle things together when it comes to yard work. We started earlier in the week, but were interrupted by a much needed rain. Praise You Lord! The lightning was only a *gentle* reminder that we like breathing and hair, so we decided to put away the mower and lay down any metal objects we had in our hands.     ~Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-3535716193162514560?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3535716193162514560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3535716193162514560&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3535716193162514560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3535716193162514560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7426623545417729677</id><published>2007-07-14T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:38:39.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-7426623545417729677?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7426623545417729677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7426623545417729677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7426623545417729677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7426623545417729677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7869798201347684220</id><published>2007-07-12T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:49:11.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpXEW6FE19I/AAAAAAAAAbw/oaOTBOozQqc/s1600-h/TTButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086187252011554770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpXEW6FE19I/AAAAAAAAAbw/oaOTBOozQqc/s400/TTButton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a week of "Firsts" for me as I have never participated in Wordless Wednesday or Thankful Thursday. Since I had a few thoughts about some things I have been thankful for I decided to share with everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am thankful that my Savior knows that I am "but dust" and has compassion and mercy upon me when I call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am thankful that I am not alone. That God has given me a wonderful husband and beautiful children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am thankful for the wonderful ladies of the blogging community that have time to minister in word or prayer for one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am thankful that when the sun shines through my window I am able to see it and be filled with the wonder of God's eternal love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am thankful when I hear the birds sing because it reminds me of God's promise to take care of me just as He has them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many other things I am thankful for, but I will save those for another post. For more Thankful Thursday posts go on over and visit &lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/"&gt;Iris at Sting My Heart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-7869798201347684220?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7869798201347684220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7869798201347684220&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7869798201347684220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7869798201347684220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpXEW6FE19I/AAAAAAAAAbw/oaOTBOozQqc/s72-c/TTButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-9044524914626320866</id><published>2007-07-10T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:50:39.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday~Sweet Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpRhPNaTodI/AAAAAAAAAbg/A5XSEr8pAPM/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpRhPNaTodI/AAAAAAAAAbg/A5XSEr8pAPM/s320/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085796793134064082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-9044524914626320866?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9044524914626320866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=9044524914626320866&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9044524914626320866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9044524914626320866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/wordless-wednesdaysweet-memories.html' title='Wordless Wednesday~Sweet Memories'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpRhPNaTodI/AAAAAAAAAbg/A5XSEr8pAPM/s72-c/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4445175389739890482</id><published>2007-07-09T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:09:10.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life</title><content type='html'>I haven't  posted any pictures lately so I thought now is good of time as any. The first two are of my geraniums. I didn't think about it at the time or I would have taken one of them both on the porch by my steps. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been in the 90's around here and that is thriving weather for geraniums. I actually took these pics a few weeks ago. I have more flowers on them since these were taken. I would update, but it is dark outside and the pics won't be as good as in daytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMHyNaToYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/X6Niv2MIQI0/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMHyNaToYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/X6Niv2MIQI0/s320/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085416963406274946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMHbtaToXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rX4QclOva1A/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMHbtaToXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rX4QclOva1A/s320/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085416576859218290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few from our trip to Southport. It was such a lovely day! &lt;br /&gt;This is my sweet son playing football. Ain't he a cutie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpML29aToZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/6TCLODK40u0/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpML29aToZI/AAAAAAAAAbA/6TCLODK40u0/s320/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085421443057164690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my man, so ladies please, ahem.....restrain yourselves.&lt;br /&gt; Hi, honey! Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMNCdaToaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lbIZKzUq9hg/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMNCdaToaI/AAAAAAAAAbI/lbIZKzUq9hg/s320/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085422740137288098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my niece with her little cousin, Nathan. If you look closely, you can see some of the others playing football in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMNgNaTobI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/-k7eDyQXZBA/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMNgNaTobI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/-k7eDyQXZBA/s320/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085423251238396338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I would like to spend a few days on vacation. Speaking of that, I need to make some plans. It won't be long. This is a cozy little coastal town I adore. I didn't take any pictures of the sidewalk shops on this trip. I wish I would have cause I would love to be able to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMOFdaTocI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AUh_yi1k1Hc/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMOFdaTocI/AAAAAAAAAbY/AUh_yi1k1Hc/s320/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085423891188523458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, is of my two angels. Precious, precious, children. I thank God for my children. Look at those smiles. You can't tell I'm a little prideful, huh?&lt;br /&gt; This was taken after a hearty meal at a Logan's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMHKdaToWI/AAAAAAAAAao/EaQFa9LEg3M/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMHKdaToWI/AAAAAAAAAao/EaQFa9LEg3M/s320/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085416280506474850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have enjoyed my mini slideshow. More pictures to come later of our nighttime hideaway. I finally got my mosquito netted gazebo up. I had pics, but couldn't find them when I started this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-4445175389739890482?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4445175389739890482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4445175389739890482&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4445175389739890482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4445175389739890482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In The Life'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RpMHyNaToYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/X6Niv2MIQI0/s72-c/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2446221304270390061</id><published>2007-07-08T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:22:15.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things I Love About Jesus</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;for this meme.&lt;br /&gt;I was also tagged by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelslisteningheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angel Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but did not see it until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here are the rules.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those tagged will share 5 things they "love" about Jesus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those tagged will tag 5 other bloggers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Those tagged will provide a link in the comments section here with their name so that others can read them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Five things I love about Jesus:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;While I was yet a sinner He loved me enough to die for my sins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is a mighty counselor. I can go to Him with any problem and He will guide me if I will only yield to His way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is the Prince Of Peace and shares His peace with me through every crisis that may arise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is concerned &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; everything that concerns me regardless of how small or petty it may seem to others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is my healer. Physically, Spiritually, and Mentally. He is my all in all. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am to tag 5 in turn, but I think the ones I know have already been tagged. *grin* So I tag anyone that reads this and wants to participate. I mean, how could you not want to share wonderful things about Jesus!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2446221304270390061?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2446221304270390061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2446221304270390061&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2446221304270390061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2446221304270390061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/five-things-i-love-about-jesus.html' title='Five Things I Love About Jesus'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7125012074475703917</id><published>2007-07-06T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:15:44.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Bride?</title><content type='html'>Today has been a busy one. My sister is in town for her daughter's wedding and things have been a little hectic. Along with having to pick up a few things for the lovely rehearsal dinner we had planned, I also had some personal commitments to take care of. Time, time, time........is there ever enough of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely made it to the church on time, but when I got there, I was wondering where everyone else was. There were a few cars in the parking lot, but not as many as there should be. Of course my mind went into overdrive. What if the something had gone wrong? You know it's possible with all the stress of the planning. When I got inside and saw the face of the bride to be I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; something was wrong. Tears. There were tears. No groom. I did not see the groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slow to speak, but finally ask if she was okay. She could only nod her head. I went back into the kitchen to help finish preparing for the meal and left her alone to speak with her mother. It wasn't long before the groom to be entered in and all was well again. Stressful, I tell you. Stressful. So as long as all goes well, (I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask for prayer for them) I will be attending another wedding tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-7125012074475703917?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7125012074475703917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7125012074475703917&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7125012074475703917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7125012074475703917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-comes-bride.html' title='Here Comes The Bride?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1020993045901026045</id><published>2007-07-05T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:16:33.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocking Blogger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Ro04Q9aToUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/X3EjbZ7MrS4/s1600-h/rockin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083781418385121602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Ro04Q9aToUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/X3EjbZ7MrS4/s400/rockin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was a surprise to me!! LOL..... My sweet friend &lt;a href="http://angelslisteningheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel Mama&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;  over at  &lt;a href="http://angelslisteningheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearls of Wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  blessed me with this a few days ago and I am just getting around to passing on the love. She is definitely a deserving candidate. We have only recently *met* but found we have so much in common such as our  love for God, our family, our homes, and of course *with a big smile* our love of tea and it's customs. Thank-you, Angel Mama. Without further ado and in no particular order, I now will pass the "torch" to few others. Most of my favorites have received it already such as &lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://shortybearsplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharonsroses.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Congratulations, ladies.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll start with my other friend,  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://daysofgladness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon from Days Of Gladness&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I enjoy reading of her busy schedule juggling church ministry and family. She is one busy woman and enjoys doing the work of the Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyful-christian.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy in F.R.O.G.  or Marilee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is new to &lt;a href="http://blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but not the blogging world. She is and old friend from FaithPrints who has always been a great encourager. She is a Born Again Christian in every sense of the word and excited about it! Praise God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://twolittlevikings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beth at Life With Two Little Vikings&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is another FaithPrints alumni. She if a faithful blogger and I admire the fact that she can post more than once a day AND about different topics! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundproofroom.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa at Sound Proof Room&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://towardthemark.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara from Toward The Mark &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;are also from our FaithPrints days. Two more deserving ladies and I treasure their friendship. Lisa is my west coast buddy that shares pieces of her life and her love for the Lord and she takes care of her son. And Sara blesses me with her post that make me think all while taking care of her little Jack and new baby Harry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then there is &lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iris from Sting My Heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think she already received this award as well. She is also a wonderful encourager and  I enjoy reading her devotions and such. She is a blessing to the blogging community. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you haven't already, go on over and visit each of these wonderful ladies. They will bless you as they share their hearts and lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks again, Angel Mama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-1020993045901026045?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1020993045901026045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1020993045901026045&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1020993045901026045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1020993045901026045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/rocking-blogger.html' title='Rocking Blogger?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Ro04Q9aToUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/X3EjbZ7MrS4/s72-c/rockin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5021953043405494681</id><published>2007-07-04T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:48:49.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to pop in and thank everyone for their prayers. Praise God! He is  in the midst of things and I know He is working all things for my good. I am excited about what He is going to do! (and about what He has already done!) There is nothing impossible with Him. How amazing to serve a living God!! It's late and I have had a long two days, so I am off to bed. Nitey nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5021953043405494681?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5021953043405494681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5021953043405494681&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5021953043405494681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5021953043405494681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/praise-him.html' title='Praise Him'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-6124859661862424410</id><published>2007-07-03T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:32:43.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I've got something very important going on in my home today. I ask each one that would to please pray about it. Have a great day and hopefully, I will post more later.&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/19615463-6124859661862424410?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6124859661862424410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=6124859661862424410&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6124859661862424410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6124859661862424410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7194761361848295005</id><published>2007-06-29T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:17:55.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are We?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have so much "rolling around" in my head today with revival going on (It is wonderful, by the way) and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com/2007/06/perhaps-i-should-clarify.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;post on Lutheran worship. I am not sure that she is a "typical Lutheran" by standard. Not that I would know what the typical Lutheran is since I haven't known one until I *met* her. I am only resting this on the evidence I have witnessed in her writings, which brings me to my point. It is so easy to have a mental conception of some one else's denomination or style of service. What I mean by style of service is how a person lives their life daily for the Lord.....not their church program. That is why we are here....to serve HIM and by serving Him, we will serve others. Anita makes it clear that she is a server. I like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't believe God EVER intended us to be segregated by religious labels. He hasn't tried to "trick" us with different choices that we hope is the "right" one that gets us to heaven. NO. No. No. He has made it so simple, but man is responsible for "cluttering up" the way with " you have to do this" and "you can't do that" or " if you're not a believer in this particular denomination" and blah, blah, blah......it just goes on and on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because of these labels, we have a society that is full of fear. Fear of not doing the "right " thing or saying the "right" prayer that they will lose their soul forever. This is not of God. How does being afraid of our Father bring Him glory? It doesn't. Just imagine your own children. We know it has been said that children are a reflection of their parents. What are your children saying about you if they are cowering in fear while trying to carry out simple chores of everyday life? We know these chores were being done ONLY because of their fear and not because of their love and respect for you. There is a difference. Just as we want a close relationship with our children, one of love and respect, so does our heavenly father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another reason labels can hinder one is because they make a person think they have act or behave like everyone else in "their" belief system. It will cause them to stay "stuck" in a group because "I am not supposed to worship or act like &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;." Even though their heart is longing to feel what others are experiencing. Why are people so afraid of the Spirit of God? Labels. I am convinced it is being labled. Again, I am not saying we should be "willy nilly" and just do "whatever feels good." I am saying get on your face before God and don't be afraid to pour your heart out to Him. Ask Him to reveal Himself to you and He will. Once we do this, we'll know how to serve. His spirit is real and alive. Some have tried to make Him a figment of imagination or a cold, dead statue, but HE IS ALIVE! Don't be afraid. Don't rely on what man tells you.... Find out for yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have witnessed the Spirit of God this week in revival. It has been glorious. Praise God! I have seen walls coming down while people of different faiths have been worshipping. That is what we were created to do......worship! I have seen people weeping before the Lord with hearts and hands raised. I have seen some sitting on the pews quietly engulfed in the secure presence of the Lord. I have seen others that would have been too embarrassed to lift a hand in honor to God raise both hands. I believe lives are being changed forever! God will pour out His spirit where there is a hungry heart. I don't know about you, but His Spirit is Life to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's only one way to heaven and this doesn't include a *magic formula* or "seven steps to self-righteousness" found in some book written with the intentions of making the top ten. Before you think I am against reading other books, let me just say that I am not. What I am saying is the bible &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; be read &lt;strong&gt;first &lt;/strong&gt;so that you will be able to comprehend what is truth and how it should be applied to your life or what is false that should be tossed out. &lt;strong&gt;JESUS&lt;/strong&gt; is the &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; way to heaven. How do I know? The bible tells me so. I believe Jesus is the son of God, that He died for my sins, was resurrected on the third day and now sits on the right hand of God making intercession for me. Hallelujah! Do you believe this simple truth and share in love of Christ with me? If not, you can. Are you ready to trade the tumoil of life for the peace of God? Ask Him to forgive you of your sins and come into your heart to live. He will and it will be glorious and life changing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-7194761361848295005?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7194761361848295005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7194761361848295005&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7194761361848295005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7194761361848295005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-are-we.html' title='What Are We?'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5409103850612259376</id><published>2007-06-26T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:49:39.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sermon Worth Repeating</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://towardthemark.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sara&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;has a way of posing some interesting thoughts to chew on. She has challenged me to think on more than one occassion. One of the recent discussions made me think of this. Particularly the quote at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message, though written years ago, is a timely one. I hope you are blessed by it as I was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust."—2 Peter 1:4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANISH for ever all thought of indulging the flesh if you would live in the power of your risen Lord. It were ill that a man who is alive in Christ should dwell in the corruption of sin. "Why seek ye the living among the dead?" said the angel to Magdalene. Should the living dwell in the sepulchre? Should divine life be immured in the charnel house of fleshly lust? How can we partake of the cup of the Lord and yet drink the cup of Belial? Surely, believer, from open lusts and sins you are delivered: have you also escaped from the more secret and delusive lime-twigs of the Satanic fowler? Have you come forth from the lust of pride? Have you escaped from slothfulness? Have you clean escaped from carnal security? Are you seeking day by day to live above worldliness, the pride of life, and the ensnaring vice of avarice? Remember, it is for this that you have been enriched with the treasures of God. If you be indeed the chosen of God, and beloved by Him, do not suffer all the lavish treasure of grace to be wasted upon you. Follow after holiness; it is the Christian's crown and glory. An unholy church! it is useless to the world, and of no esteem among men. It is an abomination, hell's laughter, heaven's abhorrence. The worst evils which have ever come upon the world have been brought upon her by an unholy church. O Christian, the vows of God are upon you. You are God's priest: act as such. You are God's king: reign over your lusts. You are God's chosen: do not associate with Belial. Heaven is your portion: live like a heavenly spirit, so shall you prove that you have true faith in Jesus, for there cannot be faith in the heart unless there be holiness in the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I desire to live as one&lt;br /&gt;Who bears a blood-bought name,&lt;br /&gt;As one who fears but grieving Thee,&lt;br /&gt;And knows no other shame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="06/27/PM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. H. Spurgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5409103850612259376?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5409103850612259376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5409103850612259376&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5409103850612259376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5409103850612259376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/sermon-worth-repeating.html' title='A Sermon Worth Repeating'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2784413373238936381</id><published>2007-06-26T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:28:40.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray For Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RoCx_qBrkcI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LyY7rrZJU3Q/s1600-h/prayerwoman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080256086845133250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RoCx_qBrkcI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LyY7rrZJU3Q/s400/prayerwoman.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're in revival this week so please pray for a mighty outpouring of God's Spirit upon us. I would also like to ask you to pray for my daughter and a situation that involves her. We are praying God's will in this matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2784413373238936381?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2784413373238936381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2784413373238936381&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2784413373238936381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2784413373238936381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/pray-for-revival.html' title='Pray For Revival'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RoCx_qBrkcI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LyY7rrZJU3Q/s72-c/prayerwoman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4368857897769133556</id><published>2007-06-25T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T01:55:07.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rn9lkaBrkbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8uvwKroRx00/s1600-h/piano+room.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079890580833276338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rn9lkaBrkbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8uvwKroRx00/s400/piano+room.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While searching online I found the Ten Commandments of Helen Steiner Rice. She is one of my favorite inspirational poets, but I had not heard of these before. I enjoyed them so much I wanted to share with you. Have a blessed day, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Thou shalt be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shalt use thy talents to make others glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thou shalt rise above defeat and trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thou shalt look upon each day as a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thou shalt always do thy best and leave the rest to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thou shalt not waste thy time and energy in useless worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thou shalt look only on the bright side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Thou shalt not be afraid of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Thou shalt have a kind word and a kind deed for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thou shalt say each morning -- I am a child of God and nothing can hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Steiner Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19615463-4368857897769133556?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4368857897769133556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4368857897769133556&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4368857897769133556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4368857897769133556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/ten-commandments.html' title='Ten Commandments'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rn9lkaBrkbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/8uvwKroRx00/s72-c/piano+room.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-1986541154043230148</id><published>2007-06-23T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:16:49.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Cookies Fast</title><content type='html'>Earlier tonight I wanted something to snack on and decided to &lt;a href="http://google.com/"&gt;google&lt;/a&gt; quick cookie recipes. I knew I was short on a few things I might need, so I was looking for something that used the mininum amount of ingredients. Well, imagine my suprise when I found&lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolzone.com/cook/pnutbutter.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;recipe for Easy Peanut Butter Cookies with only three ingredients and neither of them being flour! Being from the south, I thought it was impossibe to bake PB cookies without flour. I had to try it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These cookies are delicious and require less than 5 minutes prep. time. This will also come in handy when I have nothing in the house for surprise guests. I cannot get over how quick and easy these actually were. Let me know if you decide to try it for yourself. Below is a picture of what's left of the finished product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RnzFGqBrkaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5SSFVuphmG0/s1600-h/cookies-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079151197918302626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RnzFGqBrkaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5SSFVuphmG0/s320/cookies-29.jpg" 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/19615463-1986541154043230148?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1986541154043230148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=1986541154043230148&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1986541154043230148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/1986541154043230148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/great-cookies-fast.html' title='Great Cookies Fast'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RnzFGqBrkaI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5SSFVuphmG0/s72-c/cookies-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3083288171937169804</id><published>2007-06-21T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T01:50:24.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chosen Vessel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of these days I am going to remember to take "before" pictures. I went to Myrtle Beach Mother's Day and I don't remember if I blogged about that or not, but I went to Marshall's that day. While I was there I found a Victorian looking flower arrangement that I would have liked to have for my porch. It was $25 and I knew I would have to decide if I wanted to spend that amount for this realizing that after a few weeks the artificial flowers would fade and I would have a pretty container with those ugly, light green plants that those precious grannies have hanging from their rafters. (No offense intended if you have some of these. *smile*) I just adore ferns hanging from my porch, but I have a matter of direct sunlight that cooks the tender fronds to a brittle crispy brown. I have tried everything to remedy this but to no avail. I finally took pity on the poor things and decided that I wouldn't torture a single fern again. So, standing around doing "should I" or "shouldn't I" I finally decided shouldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Later on that week I went browsing at my local T.J. Maxx and guess what I found? Yep! That same arrangement. On clearance! $15...Wow! Although it was missing a few flowers, I knew it was coming home with me. Have I ever mentioned how giddy I get when I find a bargain? So giddy in fact, that I am almost blushing even now. I stopped on way home at the Dollar Tree and purchased some fake fern fronds. I had no idea these were even here &lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt; one dollar to boot! Giddy, I tell you, giddy. I could hardly wait to get home and begin my project of restoration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lovingly took the arrangement out of the car and immediately began "C. P. R." As I began to add the fern leaves I thought about a few flowers I had found a few weeks ago while cleaning out my closet. I knew these would be an absolute perfect addition to liven it up. I scrounged around until I found them again and added a few until I was satisfied. And here is the end result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RntP1aBrkZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/f06KhxA7e8A/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-234.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078740783728398738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RntP1aBrkZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/f06KhxA7e8A/s200/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not quite the way it was when it started out or how it was left, but a new creation! I thought about how it had been rejected by others. Bruised and battered, thus losing a lot of it's appeal, but in the end, it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chosen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, changed and cherished. Isn't that like the love of Jesus? He looks upon us and sees our potential not our shortcomings and He lovingly brings us back to restoration. Thank God for that, or I too, would be on the clearance rack of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 15:16 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***NOTE***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not realize what the daily verse was before this post. Ah, confirmation once again. Don't you love HIM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-3083288171937169804?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3083288171937169804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3083288171937169804&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3083288171937169804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3083288171937169804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/chosen-vessel.html' title='A Chosen Vessel'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RntP1aBrkZI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/f06KhxA7e8A/s72-c/Father%27s+Day+%26+flowers-234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4384395281936332085</id><published>2007-06-20T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:22:05.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta Dah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I spent &lt;em&gt;waaay &lt;/em&gt;more time experimenting with my new look than I wanted to. I hope you like it. I think I will have to view it with &lt;em&gt;fresh eyes&lt;/em&gt; before I can make a final decision. Mine are awfully tired tonight and I don't trust them to judge anything effectively. I have been wanting to make some changes for awhile, but couldn't seem to find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another hot day in the good 'ole south. Summer is edging in quickly and looks like it will live up to it's usual reputation. My heart goes out to the elderly and children with breathing problems. The heat usually intensifies their breathing discomfort. I just don't remember the days of summer being so hot when I was a child. I realize the older you get the worse it is, but I think it's more than that. We now have advisories for heat and air quality that are given during the weather report. I don't remember having these either until the last couple of years. What I do remember is getting off the school bus on breezy May days and kicking off my sneakers to feel the warm, cushy grass between my toes. This, of course this was to my grandmother's horror. She was under the distinct impression that we were "flirtin' with pneumonia" by going barefoot before the official arrival of summer. She also made sure no t-shirts (yes, we wore t-shirts under our regular clothes) were removed before their time. She was a long sleeved girl all summer long, as I can remember. She wore a hat, too. One of those big, straw ones. Nothing fancy, mind you. She held true to the plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have got to get into bed. I need at least a few winks before Nathan's feet hit the floor. He waits for NO one! Nitey Nite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-4384395281936332085?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4384395281936332085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4384395281936332085&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4384395281936332085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4384395281936332085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/ta-dah.html' title='Ta Dah!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4224778221299715754</id><published>2007-06-18T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:45:47.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time has slipped away ever so quickly. I can't believe it has been almost two weeks since my last post. Nathan has recovered from his ear infection, but not without incident. Last Saturday was a full schedule. We had a birthday party to attend for one of Nathan's friends and since he seemed to be feeling better, I decided to take him. He romped and played for about two hours and did not want to sit down to eat his meal or have cake and ice cream. I was just happy to see him playing again. He was seeming more "normal" &lt;em&gt;except&lt;/em&gt; for an upset stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the time we arrived home for the evening, his upset stomach had become a major concern. Needless to say, after calling the pediatrician, I was on my way back to Express Care. The doctor, as well as myself, wanted him to be checked out, you know, just in case. Let me just say before you start thinking I am some medical room junkie, there are &lt;strong&gt;plenty&lt;/strong&gt; of other details that led to my calling the pediatrician. Details that......well.....let's just say I had good reasons and you should be grateful that I have not listed them here. *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a couple of hours we were on our way home again and relieved. I was also thankful there were no major problems. It seems the antibiotic was causing the distress and I was told to discontinue it immediately. No problem. I haven't been comfortable with having to give Nathan medication anyway, so this was good news to me. Another thing, I was quite impressed with the Dr. of the night. He was absolutely wonderful! Dr. Tong, if you're out there, I'm giving you a great bit thumbs up! It is an awesome thing to have someone as a caregiver and is defined by the very word. I want to thank you all for your prayers. This is most important. I know that Nathan would not be as well as he is without the help of the Lord Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I fail to mention how hot it is? It was a scorcher today and yesterday, thus, my new profile picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Speaking of that, I hope all enjoyed Father's Day. I wanted to blog about that, but it will have to wait. I have the sweetest picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a lot of catching up to do on everyone's blog. It doesn't take long to get behind and I have missed my friends so off I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-4224778221299715754?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4224778221299715754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4224778221299715754&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4224778221299715754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4224778221299715754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/were-alive.html' title='We&apos;re Alive!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3246951985220619587</id><published>2007-06-06T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:16:34.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rmd4hqBrkXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xogKetd3CBc/s1600-h/255162+mother+angel+and+child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073156024868508018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rmd4hqBrkXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xogKetd3CBc/s200/255162+mother+angel+and+child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just got back from Urgent Care. Not one of my favorite places by a long shot, but since it was after hours I had no other choice. My first flag was raised last night when my little man wanted to go to bed early. He didn't have a temperature or seem abnormal in any other way so I counted it a blessing. He slept late this morning while I did the laundry, vacuumed the pool and tinkered around with a couple of other projects. Again, a blessing, I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After he awoke, I fixed him something to eat and his appetite was normal. In fact, he wanted applesauce as an extra treat. It wasn't too long after his meal that I gave him his bath. We had to get ready for his speech appointment. I was very satisfied with his therapy today. He accomplished so much and I was proud of my little guy. His arm was covered in stickers that he received as rewards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We stopped on the way home and got something for lunch. He didn't seem too interested in his chicken nuggets or fries, but I attributed it to his hearty breakfast. Once we got home he strolled around and played as usual. As the evening approached, he decided he wanted to take a nap with his dad. The both of them snuggled up together and out they went. Nathan was out in record time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He had been sleeping for about an hour when I heard him coming through the living room, whining. Following close behind was dad. "He's burning up" was all I needed to hear. That &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; flag that had been raised last night was now up and waving madly. The thought of ear infection had been playing back and forth since last night, but I refused to dwell on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His pediatrician's office was closed and had been for over and hour. I immediately picked up the phone to make sure Urgent Care was open. They were. I had one hour to get there. We were off in a flash. Since it was the end of the evening we didn't have to wait too long. I don't think we have ever gotten in and out so quick. I am thankful for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really thought that tubes meant an end to ear infections. Boy, was I wrong. I hope this is at least the last one for a few months. Please pray for my little man. He is so miserable and it breaks my heart to see him this way. &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/19615463-3246951985220619587?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3246951985220619587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3246951985220619587&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3246951985220619587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3246951985220619587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-again.html' title='Not Again!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rmd4hqBrkXI/AAAAAAAAAZo/xogKetd3CBc/s72-c/255162+mother+angel+and+child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-975867865475760583</id><published>2007-06-06T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:40:15.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmciLaBrkVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/oN-qfcfuKfE/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073061084616429906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmciLaBrkVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/oN-qfcfuKfE/s400/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-reading-contest.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is having a Summer Reading Contest. She is giving away a gift certificate to Amazon. Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-reading-contest.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her page&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to find out all of the details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, most of you will agree the bible is our all time favorite book. And that's because it is God's word that gives direction for our life. It gives us strength for the journey, hope for the discouraged and food for the hungry. It's all that and so much more! Since most will agree to this, I am posting my second favorite at the moment. In fact, I let you know about this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/will-they-or-wont-they.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a few weeks back. It is The Pleasures Of Tea. After taking a few peaks inside you will know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmclrqBrkWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PCeOHydemTs/s1600-h/0688167519_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_V45564884_SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073064937202094434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmclrqBrkWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PCeOHydemTs/s200/0688167519_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_V45564884_SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off you go. Put your name in for the running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-975867865475760583?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/975867865475760583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=975867865475760583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/975867865475760583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/975867865475760583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/contest.html' title='A Contest'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmciLaBrkVI/AAAAAAAAAZY/oN-qfcfuKfE/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-4294435308361558985</id><published>2007-06-04T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:08:59.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishes And Dawn</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for the much needed rain we received over the weekend. The crops have been very dry and started to "yellow." This is not good. We all know the effects of farming season. It is like everything else. When conditions are good, prices are pretty stable, but when weather is not accommodating, our veggie prices go through the roof. I don't know about you, but I am paying more than I want to for items of necessity as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to cut back on purchases and I have been using as little electricity as possible. I haven't used my dryer but once in about a month. I hang all of my laundry on the clothesline. I love the fresh smell it gives my clothes. I have also been hand-washing all of my dishes. No dishwasher running up the bill here. While I was preparing the dish water the other day, I picked up my bottle of Dawn and squirted amount needed for the perfect lather under the flowing faucet. The smell of it brought back so many memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the days I would stand at the sink as a small child while my grandmother washed dishes. I can still see that big, pink bottle of the cheapest stuff she could afford. I think it was called Lilac or something like that. It was not known to have the staying power of the name brand stuff, but she used it just the same. I know she had to use twice as much to get those dishes clean. By the time she did this she could have gotten the better stuff. It's strange that I remember what my grandmother used at that time, but not my own mother. As I got older and laden with the dish washing responsibility, (we did not own a dishwasher) I did not want to use the pink stuff. I wanted something that would last. I wanted Dawn. Do any of you remember your first encounter with Dawn. I knew this was the one for me. I am not sure where I first used this super, sudsy, power house, but I was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great product, and as time has passed, it has evolved into many different fragrances and formulas. Through the years, I left my first love of the &lt;em&gt;original &lt;/em&gt;and was led away to try some of the other scents. I even strayed for awhile and tried other brands. There is no substitute. I had decided to go back to the original. After all, this is what sold me to begin with. I finished filling my sink with the sudsy blue formula and thought about how I had missed the "original" scent. There is an indescribable &lt;em&gt;clean&lt;/em&gt; smell about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While washing my dishes, I thought about how we as Christians, can easily be led away from our first love. We are constantly being tempted with new gadgets and gizmos that keep our lives busy. Our focus should not be on the things we acquire in this life. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with having material things &lt;strong&gt;if &lt;/strong&gt;we know how to manage time spent with them. In fact, I think God blesses us with lots of things that make our life easier. We are children of the king and He wants us to have the best, but we must keep our eyes on Him first. All these other "things" are bonuses and only bring temporary satisfaction if we don't keep them in the proper perspective. God is the &lt;em&gt;originator &lt;/em&gt;of our life's contentment. If we find ourselves discontented, we need to go back to the &lt;em&gt;Original. &lt;/em&gt;Jesus Christ. He is the only one that can fill the void in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+6:33&amp;version=9"&gt;Matthew 6:33&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-4294435308361558985?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4294435308361558985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=4294435308361558985&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4294435308361558985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/4294435308361558985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/dishes-and-dawn.html' title='Dishes And Dawn'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7190185460132844632</id><published>2007-06-01T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:59:59.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Fun, Fun</title><content type='html'>Caleb *skipped* school yesterday. He needed to put his feet up.  Now you know where I have been for the past few days. Sun, sun, sun. Temps in the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmD0HRJndLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pTtesQvWm9s/s1600-h/handstand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071321586119177394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmD0HRJndLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pTtesQvWm9s/s200/handstand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmD0HRJndMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mk__ikHhEHI/s1600-h/!cid_Photo106splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071321586119177410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmD0HRJndMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mk__ikHhEHI/s200/!cid_Photo106splash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And no, I am not being over-protective with his double swimmie suit. *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmD0HRJndNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/b8NvCASKEe8/s1600-h/!cid_Photo107nathan-pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071321586119177426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmD0HRJndNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/b8NvCASKEe8/s200/!cid_Photo107nathan-pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-7190185460132844632?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7190185460132844632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7190185460132844632&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7190185460132844632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7190185460132844632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun, Fun, Fun'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RmD0HRJndLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pTtesQvWm9s/s72-c/handstand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2678948983033195941</id><published>2007-05-28T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:16:49.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>May we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forget our freedom or the ones who have helped us to keep it. Please keep my brother in law in prayer as he is acting in our behalf at this very moment. Thank-you, Mike and the countless others. Please remember to pray for the families that have lost precious family members. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RlspKRJndJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/OCn4N28Gbso/s1600-h/flag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069691061914793106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RlspKRJndJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/OCn4N28Gbso/s400/flag.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2678948983033195941?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2678948983033195941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2678948983033195941&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2678948983033195941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2678948983033195941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/remebering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RlspKRJndJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/OCn4N28Gbso/s72-c/flag.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-975815091476479361</id><published>2007-05-26T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:56:20.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cute Little Purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RljGkBJndHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kiCHVUC1zLE/s1600-h/dooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069019702691853426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RljGkBJndHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kiCHVUC1zLE/s200/dooney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was over visiting &lt;a href="http://www.eph2810.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I found this cute Dooney and Bourke purse giveaway. An added bonus is Victoria Secret perfume. It is being held over at &lt;a href="http://pinksandbluesgirls.wordpress.com/2007/05/25/contest-dooney-bourke-bag-victorias-secret-perfume/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pinks &amp;amp; Blues&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Blog. I went ahead and threw my name in the ring and you can too! Just go on over there and sign up!! You only have until June 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-975815091476479361?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/975815091476479361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=975815091476479361&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/975815091476479361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/975815091476479361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/cute-little-purse.html' title='A Cute Little Purse'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RljGkBJndHI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kiCHVUC1zLE/s72-c/dooney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7325490856376895289</id><published>2007-05-24T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:49:21.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RlZqfBJndGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/QlHH0qAq6oY/s1600-h/This+is+the+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068355511769330786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RlZqfBJndGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/QlHH0qAq6oY/s200/This+is+the+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blessings to all!&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/19615463-7325490856376895289?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7325490856376895289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7325490856376895289&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7325490856376895289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7325490856376895289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RlZqfBJndGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/QlHH0qAq6oY/s72-c/This+is+the+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-6394731650670219566</id><published>2007-05-23T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:14:55.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Slack</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I've been slacking in the blogosphere. I have popped in and out to read my friend's blogs, even if I haven't commented for lack of time and I have prayed for those in need. I have kept my clothesline busy this week. All of my laundry has been hanging out in the wide open sunshine. I am hoping to see a difference in my electric bill. I don't want to go on a rampage here, *smile* but with gas prices the way they are every little bit helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan is loving playtime outside. Hubs is suppose to get a smaller area fenced in the yard to help keep him contained. There is just so much for him to get into and that's not all. Fire Ants. I am almost convinced these are a plague. We haven't been able to get rid of them. I have never seen them this bad. We have put poison out for several years, but that only makes them move from one area to another. Gone are the days when you could get barefoot and fancy free on the luscious lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan had his second appointment with his speech therapist yesterday. I don't know, but for some reason, I am unsure about this. Not with therapy, but with Nathan's responses to the exercise. The therapist had two stacks of pictures of boys and girls. She would hold one of each up at the same time and ask Nathan "which one is the girl/boy?" His only attempt of answering this was by reaching for one of the pictures. After his choice she would scribble something on her pad. This is where I was getting a little fidgety. What was she scribbling and why was I afraid to ask? I probably wouldn't have been so uncomfortable except I knew Nathan was making his choices based on what the girl/boy in the pics was doing or holding. Balloons, bikes, and bananas captivated his attention. That's what he was going after. I wanted to bring this to her attention, but *sighing* feeling a little intimidated, I said nothing. I will see how it goes next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Nathan's speech, he doesn't make full sentences well. Yesterday, while I was in the kitchen he wanted juice. Anything we put in his cup for him drink is "juice." I heard him saying "mama's juice" curious as to what he could be talking about, I turned to see him holding my water bottle.  He sure knows how to bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much time I will spend on here. It's time to get the pool going and ya'll remember what a chore that was for me last year. Whew! I am hoping to get it going by this weekend. I am planning to have a few people over for a cookout on my BRAND. NEW. GRILL!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read it right. Hubs decided not to take anymore chance and went out and purchased himself that new grill we had discussed previously. Yay!! Grilled steak is sooo much better than broiled. I have already tried it out and it works beautifully. I will try to post pictures as soon as I can.....if I don't forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-6394731650670219566?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6394731650670219566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=6394731650670219566&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6394731650670219566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6394731650670219566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-been-slack.html' title='I Have Been Slack'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-6263812497454941728</id><published>2007-05-18T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:02:57.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Weekend</title><content type='html'>Whew! Another week has passed so quickly and there is no time to slow down. We have a full schedule tomorrow and Sunday.  We have a birthday party to attend for my hubby's uncle at the top of the day. His birthday is also an excuse to have a family reunion of sorts and since a few will be coming from out of town, we will end up staying longer than we usually would.  This wouldn't normally be a problem, but we have other obligations for the evening. *sigh* I'm worn out just thinking about it.  I wanted to get a few things done around the house, but they will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how could I forget this? I missed my WW meeting today. I really wanted to go and weigh in to keep me accountable. I may try to get up extra early in the morning and make the first meeting.  I may not have lost that much weight, but I feel better since making better food choices. I know how to do this because I have in the past. Just. Got. To. Get. Myself. There.&lt;br /&gt;The meetings are so informative and we get a new recipe every week. Some good. Some yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pop in and do a quick post, but I can't keep sitting here. I have laundry to do and a few other things to take care of tonight. I hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-6263812497454941728?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6263812497454941728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=6263812497454941728&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6263812497454941728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6263812497454941728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/full-weekend.html' title='Full Weekend'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-312109112283104884</id><published>2007-05-14T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:02:50.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RkksbleypjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ph3q0qLxKU0/s1600-h/Christmas%40grandma%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064628108384183858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RkksbleypjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ph3q0qLxKU0/s200/Christmas%40grandma%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We never thought or even planned&lt;br /&gt;another child by our hand&lt;br /&gt;But God saw you and that precious boy&lt;br /&gt;His life was meant to bring much joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things could have been so different&lt;br /&gt;If another choice was made&lt;br /&gt;One filled with sadness&lt;br /&gt;not laughter and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No little bugs to run from&lt;br /&gt;while squealing with delight&lt;br /&gt;No “Mama I got boo-boos”&lt;br /&gt;with kisses to make them alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big wet smooches&lt;br /&gt;with sticky little lips&lt;br /&gt;Or precious little hands&lt;br /&gt;with chubby fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sparkling blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;for all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;Or locks of blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;or precious, little teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, new life begun.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I have a son.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, the choice you made&lt;br /&gt;has given us much brighter days.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, your sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;has made a child with such life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but think of you&lt;br /&gt;on every Mother’s Day&lt;br /&gt;While others may condemn&lt;br /&gt;and scoff&lt;br /&gt;I will give you praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Author&lt;br /&gt;D.K.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-312109112283104884?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/312109112283104884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=312109112283104884&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/312109112283104884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/312109112283104884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/because-of-you.html' title='Because Of You'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RkksbleypjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ph3q0qLxKU0/s72-c/Christmas%40grandma%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5642025774252846085</id><published>2007-05-13T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:30:56.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things About Me</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged by&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://shortybearsplace.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharonsroses.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to do the 8 Random Things meme.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules :&lt;br /&gt;Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;People who are tagged write a blog post about their own 8 random things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of your blog you need to tag 8 people and post their names.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to leave them a comment and tell them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have taught Sunday School starting with primary class and up to the adult ladies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy decorating for church functions/dinners. Especially tea parties! Surprised?!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have one dog of mixed heritage. : ) He lives outside and his name is Samson. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like old black and white movies, you know the ones that were all g-rated. These are the best!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do not like bartlett pears. Ughhhh....they are gritty on my teeth and I can't stand it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I live on two acres in the country and have for 2o years. If I would have know then, what I know now, my husband and I would have purchased many more acres. *sigh* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of my water comes from an underground well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love a bowl of cheerios for breakfast. A banana cut up in them is even better! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was a lot harder than I thought. Some things I started to post and changed my mind. I wasn't sure that I wanted to reveal that much about my family. This is purely because of some privacy issues and since&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; experienced a little "turmoil" on a post awhile back, it caused me to re-think my list. So, now to tag 8 more, hmmmmm........ I think mostly everyone I know has already been tagged, but here it goes.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://askalutheran.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anita &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelslisteningheart.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel Mama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://sereniolee.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heartthoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, that's all I can come up with so, if you're reading this and you haven't been tagged, please feel free to participate and let me know!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5642025774252846085?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5642025774252846085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5642025774252846085&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5642025774252846085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5642025774252846085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/8-things-about-me.html' title='8 Things About Me'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-6463636949959420731</id><published>2007-05-09T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:43:52.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duck And The Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someone sent the following email to me and I thought the message was worth repeating so I decided to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Duck &amp; the devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. As he was walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved! In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing. After lunch the next day Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes" But Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen." Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?" So Johnny did the dishes. Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, "I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper." Sally just smiled and said, "Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help" She whispered again , "Remember&lt;br /&gt;the duck?" So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help. After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's; he finally couldn't stand it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, "Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day and every day thereafter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done... and the devil keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.)...whatever it is...You need to know that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil&lt;br /&gt;make a slave of you. The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness; He not only forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God's grace and mercy that we are&lt;br /&gt;saved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-6463636949959420731?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6463636949959420731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=6463636949959420731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6463636949959420731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/6463636949959420731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/message.html' title='The Duck And The Devil'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-29338081088429629</id><published>2007-05-08T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:30:18.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Design Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RkDahVeypgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/eEdntcMOPSk/s1600-h/GiveAway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RkDahVeypgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/eEdntcMOPSk/s200/GiveAway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062286247401268738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.everydaymommy.net/everyday-mommy.net/2007/05/06/blog-design-giveaway/"&gt;Everyday Mommy &lt;/a&gt;is hosting a blog design giveaway. How exciting is that? I would love to have a personalized design, but will be happy for anyone that wins. Go on over there and enter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-29338081088429629?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/29338081088429629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=29338081088429629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/29338081088429629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/29338081088429629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-design-giveaway.html' title='Blog Design Giveaway!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RkDahVeypgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/eEdntcMOPSk/s72-c/GiveAway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2990551488147865614</id><published>2007-05-07T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:56:46.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshing</title><content type='html'>My mind has been so full of thoughts lately that everything just seems jumbled all together. There are so many needs and not enough people ministering (or so it seems) to those needs. I have been thinking about that last statement and feel compelled to ponder the "why not." Why are we not ministering to our brothers and sisters? I feel pretty comfortable in stating that there are countless reasons, especially when we bring it down to a personal level. Before this sounds like I am criticizing, I am totally NOT doing that, I want it to be known that I also realize there are many people/organizations that &lt;strong&gt;ARE &lt;/strong&gt;ministering to the best of their ability. What I am referring to, is the the person sitting beside you on the church pew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well do we know that one that sits next to us? Do we know what they are dealing with day after day? Are we concerned? I have noticed that most of my friends and family that are serving the Lord, are kept so busy fighting spiritual battles, that they are constantly worn out. This alone has them beaten down and the thought of helping just one more is out of the question. Not because they don't want to, but because they feel there is nothing left to give or because they have let the devil convince them they are inadequate. How do I know this? I speak from experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sat on the pew and quietly thought about how I wanted to do more, but how could I? How could I possibly take on another burden onto my already overloaded "burden wagon?" Not that I would ever turn anyone away, verbally that is, but what about my actions? Were others able to see my almost flat, spiritual tires bending from all the pressure? Did this make me appear to be unapproachable? Dear Lord, I hope not. We are to carry things &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Jesus, not &lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt; Him! I think this detail is forgotten somewhere along the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I am trudging along carrying all these burdens and just when I think I can't go another step, The Lord of hosts shows up! Suddenly our burdens are lifted away and we are refreshed and renewed by His Spirit! Nothing can compare to the presence Of God. This is exactly what happened in our Sunday morning service. The sweet presence of God surrounded us in His sanctuary and pointed us back to the cross and with "emptied wagons." I was reminded of the scripture in Acts 3:19 that I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out, when the times of refreshing shall come from the presence of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time your wagon feels full, empty it out at the feet of Jesus. Don't try to carry it around needlessly. And by emptying it out, we will be able to minister to those that are hurting. I want others to see and feel the love of Christ in me. Only then will they be comfortable in letting me help carry their "load" &lt;strong&gt;to &lt;/strong&gt;Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2990551488147865614?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2990551488147865614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2990551488147865614&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2990551488147865614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2990551488147865614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/refreshing.html' title='Refreshing'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-7269373148766229536</id><published>2007-05-04T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:48:12.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Flowers</title><content type='html'>The cold snap we had at the beginning of the month was unexpected. I am thankful that we didn't lose to many of ours. I wasn't really happy about having to go out and cover my plants at night, but the results are worth it. I wanted to share these pictures of my light purple azaleas and my snowball bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjuYvVeypdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/payUVSJbRNA/s1600-h/aquarium_church-162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjuYvVeypdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/payUVSJbRNA/s200/aquarium_church-162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060806545268450770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjuYv1eypeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HXpgvYRMn3U/s1600-h/aquarium_church-163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjuYv1eypeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HXpgvYRMn3U/s200/aquarium_church-163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060806553858385378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjuYwFeypfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/CmsKvyvZDUY/s1600-h/aquarium_church-164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjuYwFeypfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/CmsKvyvZDUY/s200/aquarium_church-164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060806558153352690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures have been in the 90's for a couple of days until today. It is only in the 60's and sprinkling rain. Unbelievable. I am thankful for the much needed rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-7269373148766229536?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7269373148766229536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=7269373148766229536&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7269373148766229536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/7269373148766229536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/beautiful-flowers.html' title='Beautiful Flowers'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjuYvVeypdI/AAAAAAAAAXg/payUVSJbRNA/s72-c/aquarium_church-162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-439979120658819381</id><published>2007-05-02T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:07:55.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Wow! Has it really been a week and a half since my last post? I have been very busy with dr. appointments, family activities and church functions. The weather has been beautiful and we have taken full advantage of it. This has not left much time to blog. However, I have tried to pop in and out to check on everyone. Thanks to all you for your comments and messages of concern. You all are the greatest friends! &lt;br /&gt;I have lots of things to blog about, but today  is going to be about our latest trip. I have pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, is Nathan on our starting journey.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjkKAVeypbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ldFSLsP-o8U/s1600-h/aquarium_church-010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjkKAVeypbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ldFSLsP-o8U/s200/aquarium_church-010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060086657210033586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a shot of the water from the bridge.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjxN1eypJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/grOm-tAWaC8/s1600-h/aquarium_church-018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjxN1eypJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/grOm-tAWaC8/s200/aquarium_church-018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060059401347572882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the front entrance to Pine Knoll Shores Aquarium. Too bad I didn't get all the boys in this one that wanted to dip their fidgety fingers in the pool.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjxOVeypKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/8vmmfEWogD8/s1600-h/aquarium_church-047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjxOVeypKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/8vmmfEWogD8/s200/aquarium_church-047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060059409937507490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't capture the shark too well in this picture. He looks more like a shadow at the bottom. Can you see him?&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjxOleypLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ph53ivtX4Uk/s1600-h/aquarium_church-056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjxOleypLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ph53ivtX4Uk/s200/aquarium_church-056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060059414232474802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the largest turtle I have ever seen swimming the way this guy was. He made me think of Little Nemo. Hmmm...speaking of that, I didn't see a clown fish this time.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjxPFeypMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gK4Bwu3sxlY/s1600-h/aquarium_church-059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjxPFeypMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gK4Bwu3sxlY/s200/aquarium_church-059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060059422822409410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to the boy's delight, they were able to touch the stringrays at this little area. Needless to say, there was much handwashing going on afterwards.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjzPFeypNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/tHJARr_exek/s1600-h/aquarium_church-060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjzPFeypNI/AAAAAAAAAVg/tHJARr_exek/s200/aquarium_church-060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060061621845664978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the turtle again. I had a pic of his belly, but I don't know what happened to it. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjzPleypOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jXNhNV70oFo/s1600-h/aquarium_church-062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjzPleypOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jXNhNV70oFo/s200/aquarium_church-062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060061630435599586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Nathan and Amanda digging for shark's teeth. Hey, this is better than paying $3 for a couple of them in a small bag. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjzP1eypPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RHvwV9kaVLo/s1600-h/aquarium_church-096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjzP1eypPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RHvwV9kaVLo/s200/aquarium_church-096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060061634730566898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are sitting around having our packed lunch. This piques the interest of a few friends below.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjzQFeypQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/midqohgPFWM/s1600-h/aquarium_church-022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjzQFeypQI/AAAAAAAAAV4/midqohgPFWM/s200/aquarium_church-022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060061639025534210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb decides to feed them.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjzQleypRI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WzjS9jaW9h4/s1600-h/aquarium_church-044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjjzQleypRI/AAAAAAAAAWA/WzjS9jaW9h4/s200/aquarium_church-044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060061647615468818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These birds were aggressive!! I would have taken a shot of that, but I was probably trying to protect myself and family! LOL! These only represent a few of the many!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj1fVeypSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Qg4J1huypV8/s1600-h/aquarium_church-043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj1fVeypSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Qg4J1huypV8/s200/aquarium_church-043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060064100041794850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Amanda crab.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj1gVeypVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/NXL1mwy8IvU/s1600-h/aquarium_church-074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj1gVeypVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/NXL1mwy8IvU/s200/aquarium_church-074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060064117221664082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Caleb crab and immediately below him is the Nathan crab.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj1gleypWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PbPIffAu0v8/s1600-h/aquarium_church-071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj1gleypWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/PbPIffAu0v8/s200/aquarium_church-071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060064121516631394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjkLQ1eypcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/L4rGHXG0maA/s1600-h/aquarium_church-120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjkLQ1eypcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/L4rGHXG0maA/s200/aquarium_church-120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060088040189502914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I always associate these beautiful "sun behind the cloud" views with Jesus' return. I picture Jesus with his foot on the bottom cloud with hands raised calling us to "come up hither." Glorious! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj7DVeypYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UnQEt_EsNrM/s1600-h/aquarium_church-148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj7DVeypYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UnQEt_EsNrM/s200/aquarium_church-148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060070216075224450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sunset appeared after a few more miles. Lovely, isn't it?&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj7DleypZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nFysCm6jdmw/s1600-h/aquarium_church-151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj7DleypZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/nFysCm6jdmw/s200/aquarium_church-151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060070220370191762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan was worn out and slept all the way home. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj7D1eypaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/w-T11JnCgjU/s1600-h/aquarium_church-154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/Rjj7D1eypaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/w-T11JnCgjU/s200/aquarium_church-154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060070224665159074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day, but one enjoyed by all. I was especially proud of Nathan for being so well behaved. I thought I was going to have a problem keeping him in the stroller, but I didn't. Yay! Caleb got to romp and stomp with his buddies and he couldn't have been happier. I was probably as worn out as Nathan, but couldn't get my "snore on" until after midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed us with so many wonderful things to enjoy. We all need to take the time in our busy lives to do just that. &lt;strong&gt;Enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-439979120658819381?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/439979120658819381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=439979120658819381&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/439979120658819381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/439979120658819381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RjkKAVeypbI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ldFSLsP-o8U/s72-c/aquarium_church-010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-3862496068509957076</id><published>2007-04-21T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:32:03.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Those Steaks........</title><content type='html'>I don't think there has ever been a MORE beautiful day! I slept in for awhile this morning, but still was up early enough to have a very productive day. I feel like I started cleaning as soon as my feet hit the floor. Actually, I fixed Nathan's breakfast first and then it began. I took those steaks out of the freezer to thaw and went right to work. I wanted to rearrange my cabinet in the diningroom, but that will have to wait for another day. It was more of a day of straightening things up. I was able to get some things sorted that I have been planning to give away and that feels nice. They are in my trunk and ready to go! Yay for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a short break to mail an important document that I had forgotten about. Since I live in the country, my mailbox is down by the main road. I got into the car and pulled down the drive to see the &lt;em&gt;usually&lt;/em&gt; late mailman driving away from my box. Just seconds away. I proceeded to drive in his direction and caught him on the next road. Mail is mailed. *whew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed if you stop what you are in the middle of, it is hard to get right back to it? Well, this is what happened to me. Since I was already out, why not take care of a few other errands. I know, I was so &lt;em&gt;anxious &lt;/em&gt;to get back and start scraping those rails! It was definitely on my mind. That is why I had to stop by walmart, ( I entered the lawn and garden area because I wasn't really dressed for shopping. Thus, I did not want to see anyone I knew. This is a sure fire way to see &lt;em&gt;LOTS&lt;/em&gt; of people you know, take note to remember that next time.) and make my purchase of two, lovely geraniums. I mean, how could I have freshly scraped and painted porch rails &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; red geraniums to accent the work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got back home and decided to sweep my porch off while Nathan played outside. One thing led to another and pretty soon I was filling up the bird feeder, cleaning out the birdbath, and so on. I decided to trim the hedges and clip the underbrush from my river birch trees. This wore me out! It was starting to get late and I knew I wasn't going to get to those rails today. *sigh* I knew I needed to prepare the steaks for grilling. I have been looking forward to this ever since I mentioned it the other day. I marinated them while I prepared the potatoes and corn on the cob. Amanda wanted some BBQ bread and went to the grocery store to get some. I made a pitcher of tea and waited patiently for hubs to start the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came inside and I knew something was amiss. Any wife that has been married awhile has learned to *read* their hubby's body language and didn't like what I was reading. I knew there wasn't going to be any grilling going on at our house. I asked anyway, you know, hoping I was wrong. Seems "the grill isn't acting right" and my thoughts of hot grilled steak faded quickly. Now, I really could have had a "field day" here as my grandmother use to say, but for the sake of keeping harmony and being a good wife, :) I restrained myself. I won't go into details, but let's just say that grills were on sale about two weeks ago and I pleaded with hubs to get a new one. The one we have is &lt;em&gt;several &lt;/em&gt;years old and needs replacing, I reasoned with him. He informed me that our grill was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JUST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fine. Can you see where I'm going? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the broiler pan out placed our &lt;strong&gt;not going to be grilled beef &lt;/strong&gt;on top, all without grumbling. Thank-you, Jesus. I lovingly finished preparing everything and we were seated and ate in peace. Thank-you, Jesus. I keep thanking Jesus because I could have blown it, as the usual act of my flesh and not heard the sweetest words of the day. After hubs had eaten and was resting on the couch I heard him make a softly spoken remark. I asked him to repeat it a little louder although I heard him the first time. "I wish I would have bought that grill" I don't know about you, but that sure tickled my ears! There is joy in serving Jesus! And honey, just in case you're reading this, I do too! You know I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I presented the latter part of this post in a lighthearted way, but something can be learned here. Even though I have been in similar situations, sad to say, I haven't always used wisdom gained from my previous  lessons. I have allowed the flesh to rise up and missed what the Lord would have me do. I am reminded of  this when He tells us to "BE Still and know that I am God"  He is always teaching us, if we are willing to learn, and again, I thank you, Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-3862496068509957076?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3862496068509957076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=3862496068509957076&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3862496068509957076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/3862496068509957076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/about-those-steaks.html' title='About Those Steaks........'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-871117646975445032</id><published>2007-04-21T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:55:01.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars And Crime Fighters</title><content type='html'>Who would've thought I'd have my very own Darth Vader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RircPtUYf5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/FPdZbhp0VKo/s1600-h/Darth+Vader1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RircPtUYf5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/FPdZbhp0VKo/s200/Darth+Vader1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056095694098038674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, or is it Batman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RircI9UYf4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YnUH5uIW8jA/s1600-h/Batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RircI9UYf4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/YnUH5uIW8jA/s200/Batman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056095578133921666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-871117646975445032?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/871117646975445032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=871117646975445032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/871117646975445032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/871117646975445032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/star-wars-and-crime-fighters.html' title='Star Wars And Crime Fighters'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RircPtUYf5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/FPdZbhp0VKo/s72-c/Darth+Vader1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-2656624025506276847</id><published>2007-04-20T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:36:13.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL PRAISE BE TO GOD!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO PERMANENT DAMAGE!!!!!! ALL PRAISE AND HONOUR BE UNTO GOD!!!! THE ASSISTANT PRINCIPLE INFORMED US TODAY THAT UPON FURTHER EXAMINATION, (WE KNOW WHY!) HIS NECK IS NOT BROKEN!! PRAISE GOD!! HE IS FULLY RECOVERED!! I THANK GOD FOR HIS FAITHFULNESS AND YOU FOR YOUR PRAYERS! I AM REJOICING OVER THIS WONDERFUL NEWS. HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-2656624025506276847?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2656624025506276847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=2656624025506276847&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2656624025506276847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/2656624025506276847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-praise-be-to-god.html' title='ALL PRAISE BE TO GOD!!!!'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-68818552102448746</id><published>2007-04-19T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:26:45.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE PRAY NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have an urgent prayer request. There was a celebration at school today for  children who participated in a candy fundraiser. Upon picking my son up after school, I learned that one of the children had been injured. He fell off the back of another student during a relay race. He landed on his head.  I knew the moment he said those words it was serious. I felt it in my heart.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After arriving home, I received a call from another parent who was concerned that it was my child from the description given. Thank God it wasn't. I have learned he has broken his neck. Please be in prayer with me. I would like to ask all that would, to please post this on your page so others can be praying. I serve a God that is able to mend this child's every muscle, bone, and spinal injury. Please pray that he will not be paralyzed, in JESUS' name! Also pray for the parents of the child. I don't want to even think of the anguish they must be suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-68818552102448746?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/68818552102448746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=68818552102448746&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/68818552102448746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/68818552102448746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/please-pray-now.html' title='PLEASE PRAY NOW'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-9167136413636004984</id><published>2007-04-18T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:50:55.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RiadTR9OUCI/AAAAAAAAASs/KNKmYiByE0Q/s1600-h/MothersDayGiveaway-rev-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054900586333229090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RiadTR9OUCI/AAAAAAAAASs/KNKmYiByE0Q/s200/MothersDayGiveaway-rev-red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, can you believe I stumbled across &lt;a href="http://www.parteagoodiesgiveaway.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/a&gt; Besides being a giving away, it is about TEA!!! I would be greatly appreciative to win. Wow! Wouldn't this be a lovely Mother's Day gift? I don't know if I can wait that long! I know! I know! I am just rambling on and on, but don't let me hinder you any longer. Go on over there and enter! Now Get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-9167136413636004984?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9167136413636004984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=9167136413636004984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9167136413636004984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/9167136413636004984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/mothers-day-giveaway.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Giveaway'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RiadTR9OUCI/AAAAAAAAASs/KNKmYiByE0Q/s72-c/MothersDayGiveaway-rev-red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19615463.post-5218924674686770910</id><published>2007-04-17T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:40:19.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will They Or Won't They</title><content type='html'>I am ready for a get away weekend. I know it hasn't been that long since I was away on my anniversary, but it sure seems like it. It was soooo nice. Those treasured memories are strongly trying to persuade me to convince hubby to pack the bags and hit the road.  It's funny how things change as you get older.  He's usually the one wanting to spend time away and I am the one who reasons that we don't have the money to splurge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I failed to mention this purchase from our last trip to the  &lt;a href="http://www.biltmore.com"&gt;Biltmore House. &lt;/a&gt; Yes, my hubby purchased this lovely book for me from their gift shop. I was thrilled with this gift. I couldn't wait to get alone with it and devour every page. There are so many beautiful pictures and lots of recipes.  I was also pleasantly surprised to find one of the same patterns I have collected, used in one of the tea settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054623848705445906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RiWhnB9OUBI/AAAAAAAAASk/uxNrC91gUOQ/s200/0688167519_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_V45564884_SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the weather is suppose to be nice this weekend, I am sure we will spend it at home. We have unfinished projects that need our attention. My porch rails need to be scraped and painted. I can hardly wait to get started on that. (she said with sarcasm) Seriously though, I have plenty to keep me busy and I really enjoy working outside on nice Spring days. It also gives us a chance to crank the old grill up. I have some steaks in the freezer and a new marinade I want to try. Hmmm...... I am looking forward to it already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19615463-5218924674686770910?l=mypieceofblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5218924674686770910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19615463&amp;postID=5218924674686770910&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5218924674686770910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19615463/posts/default/5218924674686770910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypieceofblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/will-they-or-wont-they.html' title='Will They Or Won&apos;t They'/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872463970040927394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RndmEaBrkYI/AAAAAAAAAZw/CYmNHInPvas/s200/viecorinne6_365x241.jpgjpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pq7VxDV94OI/RiWhnB9OUBI/AAAAAAAAASk/uxNrC91gUOQ/s72-c/0688167519_01__SCLZZZZZZZ_V45564884_SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
