<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178</id><updated>2009-11-05T02:07:43.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Beyond Imagination</title><subtitle type='html'>The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down.    Proverbs 14:1</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-2654505927314917895</id><published>2009-10-31T13:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:00:14.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fun of Living'/><title type='text'>Where have I been? LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I feel like I've disappeared from Blog Land! I've been so busy this past week that I just haven't had any time to get online and read blogs, or type any of my own. I have started drafting my next edition of "Love Story", but it's still not finished yet...I thought it would be the last one, but I may have to make it into 2 more. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;We are getting ready to go on vacation for a week, so you won't hear from me for at least that long. We won't have much availability to the internet,...we'll be in the mountains, enjoying some cooler weather, and HOPEFULLY some pretty leaf color (though I fear we have missed it already). We'll be doing some hiking and relaxing. I plan to take some projects with me, sewing, crafting, books to read - I'm looking forward to a break from the heat we've been enduring here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(Random picture...isn't she just adorable?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Sux-XysDmOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/mPDczx1eAX4/s1600-h/100_3676.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398829000519031010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Sux-XysDmOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/mPDczx1eAX4/s320/100_3676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I'll have a lot of catching up to do when I get back, I'll need to find out what everyone has been doing in Blog Land...I'd really better get packing!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Have a beautiful week my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-2654505927314917895?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2654505927314917895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=2654505927314917895' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/2654505927314917895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/2654505927314917895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-have-i-been-lol.html' title='Where have I been? LOL'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Sux-XysDmOI/AAAAAAAABvQ/mPDczx1eAX4/s72-c/100_3676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-1737799313480285295</id><published>2009-10-24T17:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:12:34.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><title type='text'>Fall Giveaway Winner and Award Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuN6LfdH05I/AAAAAAAABuo/G93egqqxqmU/s1600-h/grab-it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396291116360782738" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuN6LfdH05I/AAAAAAAABuo/G93egqqxqmU/s320/grab-it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I KNOW you've been waiting ALL day to find out who won my Fall Wreath giveaway. I sense you've been sitting at your computer hitting "refresh", and wondering why I haven't yet posted my winner, since I SAID I was gonna do it on Saturday!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, let's just say the brain doesn't work quite like it use to and I (for some unknown reason), THOUGHT I was supposed to pick my winner tonight and announce it on Sunday!!! Suddenly I had a revelation (OK, I re-read my blog post), and realized I was supposed to have my winner picked already!!!! Yikes! I quickly phoned my best friend Kim, because she needed to be on the phone with me. What if she won? I won her giveaway just a few days ago and we've both been concerned that it would look pretty fishy if she won mine too!!!! Oh the guilt we felt when I won her's, I almost forfitted! Then we both decided that was silly, I won fair and square and by golly I want that Snickers bar! LOL...So, once I secured Kim on the phone, I popped over to Random.org and plugged in my numbers and guess who won????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WASN'T KIM! ~ YES, SHE'S SHOCKED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuNy059S7wI/AAAAAAAABug/G5XRXaOOvm8/s1600-h/100_3775.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396283031756664578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuNy059S7wI/AAAAAAAABug/G5XRXaOOvm8/s320/100_3775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you are just busting at the seams, waiting to find out who won...but you must hear this very important message first...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's Award Time!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't scroll down and bypass this award...what if you're in there????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dearest friend Kim has given me this award...Thank you Kim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuNwPGxHcxI/AAAAAAAABuY/KdW8wcm0mRg/s1600-h/strong+coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396280183336956690" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuNwPGxHcxI/AAAAAAAABuY/KdW8wcm0mRg/s320/strong+coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to sound too much like a ditz, NOR do I want to sound ungrateful,...but I have no idea what it actually means... Does this mean I need to be sweeter? Does this mean I am from Columbia? Does this mean I can lift a car with just one hand? Well, I have to really toss this one around in my head and figure it out, but meantime, I am to pass it along to the blogs I read daily...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are a few...(in no particular order)...I try to get around the blog-o-sphere a bit, when I do, I make an effort to hit these blogs daily. I may not always leave comments if I'm in a hurry, but be sure I'm lurking out there somewhere, LOL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HomesteadersHeart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Kim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Than Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Alicia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stopnsmellthechocolates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop N Smel l The Chocolates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mineheartspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Heart Speaks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Larie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://madjohn85.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Wish I Was More Like Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Madeleine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kayemercury.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clothed With Scarlet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Debra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://momstheword--livingforhim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moms The Word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - Nan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, if you're in that list, you are a hot cup of strong coffee, or something like that...so go pass it on to some of the places you like to visit each day! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright, OK, I hear ya! On to our winner...I bet you already scrolled down to see if it was you, didn't you? Uh-huh! Ok, .....drum-roll.....The winner is....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuNwO-jQGWI/AAAAAAAABuQ/HOQLLde08Sw/s1600-h/PA240012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396280181131319650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuNwO-jQGWI/AAAAAAAABuQ/HOQLLde08Sw/s320/PA240012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, if you go to the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-wreath-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giveaway post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and count down to commenter #4, you will find:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandy (aka Doris the Great) from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://newfie-girl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aging Disgracefully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuN7jILScwI/AAAAAAAABuw/XiEDF4jmuXY/s1600-h/Garden,_Me_%26_Pretty_Necklace_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396292621940454146" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuN7jILScwI/AAAAAAAABuw/XiEDF4jmuXY/s320/Garden,_Me_%26_Pretty_Necklace_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pop over to her blog and congratulate her, and while you're there, look around, she always has something on there that makes me just giggle my toes off!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be sad if you didn't win...I'll be having 2 more giveaways before Christmas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a beautiful, Jesus filled weekend my friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-1737799313480285295?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1737799313480285295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=1737799313480285295' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/1737799313480285295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/1737799313480285295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-giveaway-winner-and-award-time.html' title='Fall Giveaway Winner and Award Time!'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuN6LfdH05I/AAAAAAAABuo/G93egqqxqmU/s72-c/grab-it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-7262119995879953000</id><published>2009-10-23T16:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:34:29.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Flashbacks'/><title type='text'>Friday Photo Flashback...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Friday Photo Flashback" src="http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss118/kenleysmomma14/fpf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt; Today I'm linking up with my friend Alicia. She created this meme so we could share photos that were taken before the "digital age". :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;This is me and my Dad at a college in England, where we use to go often to feed ducks, geese and swans. I'm around 9 years old in this photo, and I'm wearing my favorite wrap around shirt with mulit-colored squares...oh how I loved that shirt! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuISPC3fWDI/AAAAAAAABuE/aBw98CO15Vc/s1600-h/swan+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395895353220225074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuISPC3fWDI/AAAAAAAABuE/aBw98CO15Vc/s320/swan+lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;Have a beautiful, Jesus filled weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;Oh, and remember...my giveaway ends tomorrow, so click on the link at the top of my page to enter! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-7262119995879953000?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7262119995879953000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=7262119995879953000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/7262119995879953000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/7262119995879953000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-photo-flashback.html' title='Friday Photo Flashback...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuISPC3fWDI/AAAAAAAABuE/aBw98CO15Vc/s72-c/swan+lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-7153882516042134094</id><published>2009-10-23T10:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:38:53.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Funnies'/><title type='text'>Friday Funnies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG-EqtoGYI/AAAAAAAABt8/ejqi_izQCq0/s1600-h/friday+funnies+meme.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395802815960979842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG-EqtoGYI/AAAAAAAABt8/ejqi_izQCq0/s320/friday+funnies+meme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG9dDBwWKI/AAAAAAAABt0/7CJwMrtTWWk/s1600-h/show22.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'm joining with my best friend Kim today for her Friday Funnies theme. Since this is Kim's meme, and we have been friends for such a long time, I've decided to share some highlights from our friendship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Kim and I both like to compete...here are running against eachother...yup, she's in the lead...Wow...look at that tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG9cdpQSPI/AAAAAAAABtU/Xv9P0rvm9LM/s1600-h/kandk+racing.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395802125258213618" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG9cdpQSPI/AAAAAAAABtU/Xv9P0rvm9LM/s320/kandk+racing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, as you all know, winning a marathon will get you on the front of a cereal box!  Way to go Kim! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG9cW75TFI/AAAAAAAABtc/jLgKnOBCrLE/s1600-h/sporty+kim.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395802123457350738" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG9cW75TFI/AAAAAAAABtc/jLgKnOBCrLE/s320/sporty+kim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Since running just wasn't working out for me, we decided to swim against eachother,...from the look on my face, I'm thinking she won again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG9cjVT8yI/AAAAAAAABtk/EPLjdAjsZGE/s1600-h/swimming.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395802126785180450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG9cjVT8yI/AAAAAAAABtk/EPLjdAjsZGE/s320/swimming.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I guess I'll just stick to non-competitive water skiing...don't you just love my swimsuit? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG9c66qpYI/AAAAAAAABts/Y8y-TSBdVp4/s1600-h/Young+Kathy.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395802133115872642" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG9c66qpYI/AAAAAAAABts/Y8y-TSBdVp4/s320/Young+Kathy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Have a laughter filled day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-7153882516042134094?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7153882516042134094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=7153882516042134094' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/7153882516042134094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/7153882516042134094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-funnies_23.html' title='Friday Funnies...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SuG-EqtoGYI/AAAAAAAABt8/ejqi_izQCq0/s72-c/friday+funnies+meme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-400196219442271592</id><published>2009-10-21T14:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:33:23.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordful Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fun of Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordful and Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You have heard that it was said, 'YOU SHALL LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 5:43-45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;He picked me a flower...I LOVE HIM!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/St9XKl8KhiI/AAAAAAAABsk/8WEfrH1k5jg/s1600-h/PA190056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395126718107911714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/St9XKl8KhiI/AAAAAAAABsk/8WEfrH1k5jg/s320/PA190056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waited 4 years for this to bloom....worth the wait!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/St9XKeF_P7I/AAAAAAAABsc/XVO1ZXvsOZM/s1600-h/PA200059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395126716001632178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/St9XKeF_P7I/AAAAAAAABsc/XVO1ZXvsOZM/s320/PA200059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;She makes me smile - she's the best dog!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/St9XLTtKm6I/AAAAAAAABs8/rQl-ktnhSi4/s1600-h/PA190050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395126730393033634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/St9XLTtKm6I/AAAAAAAABs8/rQl-ktnhSi4/s320/PA190050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thank you to the Mom's that lend me their girls for a few hours a week!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/St9XK8hM2kI/AAAAAAAABss/6HSpSPbUrww/s1600-h/PA200065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395126724168833602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/St9XK8hM2kI/AAAAAAAABss/6HSpSPbUrww/s320/PA200065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Have a Beautiful, Jesus filled day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1681884476399746178-400196219442271592?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/400196219442271592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=400196219442271592' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/400196219442271592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/400196219442271592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordful-and-wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordful and Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/St9XKl8KhiI/AAAAAAAABsk/8WEfrH1k5jg/s72-c/PA190056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-588838168250434863</id><published>2009-10-16T21:05:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:42:48.248-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><title type='text'>FALL WREATH GIVEAWAY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnPryowk2I/AAAAAAAABrU/va_CCOyjx9w/s1600-h/grab-it.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393570379986932578" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnPryowk2I/AAAAAAAABrU/va_CCOyjx9w/s320/grab-it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it's finally here...FALL! It's been incredibly hot here lately...every day for the past 2 weeks,  it's gotten to just over 90! However, today it is soooo crispy and cool ~ it feels like Fall, so I'm taking advantage of this moment (because it won't last long), and having some Fall Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like the wreath I made for my front door? If you don't thats "OK", just don't tell me ~ I'm really sensitive!  LOL... BUT, if you do like it,...you can win one just like it!!! WELL,...sort of.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ok let's all sing-a-long ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"How much is that doggie on the door step...the one with missing tail...you can't have the doggie on the door step...that sweet little girl ain't for sale!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;~ you don't know that version?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnPqDoLNcI/AAAAAAAABq0/Wi0v1zaiwKs/s1600-h/door2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393570350188148162" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnPqDoLNcI/AAAAAAAABq0/Wi0v1zaiwKs/s320/door2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, ok, back to the giveaway!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have packaged up ALMOST everything you'll need to make this pretty Fall wreath...ribbon to hang it with, flowers, leaves, little orange ball seed thingies, and the sparkly butterfly for a little "bling".  I'll also include step-by-step instructions with photos to help you along the way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnPrfBBxxI/AAAAAAAABrM/qkyKv-plwWA/s1600-h/stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393570374720014098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnPrfBBxxI/AAAAAAAABrM/qkyKv-plwWA/s320/stuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's what's NOT included...but you're gonna need this stuff...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnPrNQ0JzI/AAAAAAAABrE/EWDYg_nVUd0/s1600-h/supplies.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393570369954391858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnPrNQ0JzI/AAAAAAAABrE/EWDYg_nVUd0/s320/supplies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot glue gun (yup, you're gonna need glue sticks too)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scissors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wire cutters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creative Music...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES, you NEED that!  I got this CD at the dollar store, and it "inspired" me to create!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last but most certainly NOT least, you will need a grapevine wreath ~ I got mine for $5.00 at Old World Pottery. Sorry, I thought packaging that might be a bit challenging!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT WAIT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ALSO GET...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A box of Starbucks Chai Truffles...because who can possibly create something without chocolate???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnRxrpy0xI/AAAAAAAABrk/Xr0iA_SDrYo/s1600-h/PA160046.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393572680214696722" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnRxrpy0xI/AAAAAAAABrk/Xr0iA_SDrYo/s320/PA160046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A container of Sweet Cinnoman Tea from "Boston Tea Party"...because it's Fall and this sounded REALLY good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnRxCv5qjI/AAAAAAAABrc/X93epS0KyWA/s1600-h/PA160054.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393572669234457138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnRxCv5qjI/AAAAAAAABrc/X93epS0KyWA/s320/PA160054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, now for the low-down on how you can win this fantabulous most amazing super-duper giveaway...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Enter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  Comment, tell me where you'll put&lt;br /&gt;this wreath if you win!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  Follow, and comment to let me know&lt;br /&gt;you do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  Facebook it, and let me know that&lt;br /&gt;you did!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.  Advertise this giveaway on your&lt;br /&gt;blog (grab my button and put on your sidebar, blog about it, or whatever!) ~ be&lt;br /&gt;sure to let me know you did so you can be entered&lt;br /&gt;again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's 4 entries max ladies...those can be pretty good odds!  Ok - get on it!  I'll take entries until midnight o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n October 23rd, the winner will be announced next Saturday, October 24th! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a beautiful crispy, cool, Fall day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"preach the word; be ready in season&lt;br /&gt;and out of season; reprove, rebuke, exhort, with great patience and&lt;br /&gt;instruction.  For the time will come when they will not endure sound&lt;br /&gt;doctrine; but wanting to have their ears tickled, they will accumulate for&lt;br /&gt;themselves teachers in accordance to their own desires, and will turn away their&lt;br /&gt;ears from the truth and will turn aside to myths."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Timothy 4:2-4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-588838168250434863?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/588838168250434863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=588838168250434863' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/588838168250434863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/588838168250434863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-wreath-giveaway.html' title='FALL WREATH GIVEAWAY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StnPryowk2I/AAAAAAAABrU/va_CCOyjx9w/s72-c/grab-it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-7792924476728952383</id><published>2009-10-13T16:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:32:22.289-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Great In Power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is one of my all time favorite praise songs... I hope it blesses you today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yavf5RbGfrs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yavf5RbGfrs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a beautiful day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-7792924476728952383?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7792924476728952383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=7792924476728952383' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/7792924476728952383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/7792924476728952383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-one-of-my-all-time-favorite.html' title='Great In Power!'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-6240508654938953006</id><published>2009-10-10T08:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:10:31.106-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>Love Story, Part 6...Out of the Miry Clay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;..."I began to see light at the end of the dark tunnel I lived in, and soon I would step out from the Darkness and begin walking in the Light of Christ!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(If you'd like to read parts 1-5 first, please scroll to the bottom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was working at the Deli in Florida. In a dead-end relationship, daily slugging my way through this thing called life. Though it couldn't appear so to me, God had me exactly where He wanted me. Every Sunday afternoon, a group of people would come into the Deli for lunch. Happy, friendly people. There was one woman in particular that took an interest in me. Jo Ellen always remembered my name, she was interested in my life, my son, my situation. She often invited me to come to church with her and her husband, I always declined.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Church wasn't for me. I had grown up going to church every Sunday, nothing was lived out in my home, I didn't see a reason for it. I had a relative that had tried to "force" Christianity down my throat for years and I didn't want a life like hers, it looked fake and painted on ~ lavish buildings with ornate design, expensive clothing, faces caked in make-up and mile high hair, gossipping lips, carnal lives,...it just didn't seem real to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, Jo Ellen wasn't like that and I was intrigued with the real joy that poured from her life. One day I was leaving work, and she followed me out into the parking lot. She told me that she really felt the need to invite me to church that evening. For some reason I said yes. I didn't have a dramatic transformation that night, but I liked what I saw and felt, I loved the way the people all seemed to genuinely care for eachother and even for me, someone they didn't even know. I attended her church for a month, searching, learning ~ I actually understood what the pastor was teaching, it was straight from the Bible and it all made sense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo Ellen, often called me during the week to ask me how I was, she would take me to dinner and talk to me of spiritual things. One evening, after dinner, we were sitting on a bench at the church playground, and while my son played on the swings, I bowed my head and opened my eyes...I finally found the Love that I had been looking for all those years. I put my life into the hands of my Savior, Jesus Christ. All things had been made new!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(Our first Christmas with Christ!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StCYthRktGI/AAAAAAAABp8/ayKquLCHqAE/s1600-h/kandc+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390976661756097634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StCYthRktGI/AAAAAAAABp8/ayKquLCHqAE/s320/kandc+christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the&lt;br /&gt;old things passed away; behold, new things have come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Blessed is a man who perseveres under trial; for once he has&lt;br /&gt;been approved, he will recieve the crown of life which the Lord has promised to&lt;br /&gt;those who love Him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;James 1:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you become a Christian, you begin to learn new things. New things about God's Word, Christ, how to live for him, why we should. We also learn things we wish we didn't, things about hypocrisy and "fake" Christians. Not everything is "good" behind the doors of a church, that's why we need to trust in the guidance of the Holy Spirit and pray for discernment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capt. Mike had come to know Christ. He was what I call an "instant" Christian. His eyes were opened to a reality he had never known, and he made an immediate U-Turn. He wasn't yet attending a church, but he made every effort to get his hands on the Word of God. He got a Bible, read, studied, began to listen to Christian music, watched christian programs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eventually he met a neighbor who was a Christian. He taught Mike to play the guitar, and he began to praise the Lord with his own voice. Mike and his girlfriend began to attend this new friend's church, where she soon made a profession of faith. However, after a period of time, it became evident that her profession had not been a true heart change. In the end, she ran off with a married man from the Praise and Worship team in that church. Coming to Christ doesn't mean you won't face hurt and hardship, but it does mean that Jesus will walk through your pain with you; He will be your strength and comfort.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(Mike gettting baptized...this is Florida people, we do things a little differently here!) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StCZVvLQvcI/AAAAAAAABqE/XrUX0GsqxMs/s1600-h/Scan0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390977352682487234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StCZVvLQvcI/AAAAAAAABqE/XrUX0GsqxMs/s320/Scan0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was not an "instant" Christian, I was more like the "percolated" type...it took some time. I was blessed to have my dear friend Jo Ellen, leading me step by step. It wasn't that I was a rebel, I was just clueless to things that now seem obvious. She carefully taught me about modesty in dressing, clean language and how it reflects the condition of our hearts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I learned some things on my own too, not all men in the church are what they appear. I was a single young woman, but a very naive and new Christian. A lesson I soon learned (through the Church's singles group) was that many men inside the church aren't that different than the ones outside the church, they are often times just really good at hiding their true selves...discernment is a valuable tool in the Christian life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So close and yet so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now here are some fun tid-bits to chew on until next time (which will be the last piece to this puzzle)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**I attended Basic Training one year before Mike. He purchased the "Basic Training Video", which was filmed while I was there. I never actually show up on the video, but all the girls in my group do, so I'm in there "somewhere"...I always think it's neat that years before we met, he had me in his shelf. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Mike came to Christ before I did, and on Sunday afternoons, he would often go with friends (&lt;u&gt;Jo Ellen&lt;/u&gt; and Patrick) to a Deli after church ~ the same one that I worked at. It's likely that I took his order, or even made his sandwich. I love the idea that I was making his lunch long before we even knew eachother. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**After I came to Christ, Mike and I were attending the same church, but we just didn't know eachother yet. We had a mutual friend, Angela. She introduced us once, but since I was with a boyfriend, I don't remember it. Mike remembers, but since I was "taken", he took no interest in me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**In another instance, I was at a housewarming party for Angela, when I saw a "hot lookin' guy" walk in...I vividly remember that he was wearing black jeans, and carrying a motorcycle helmet, and his eyes...wow! Years later as we chatted, Mike and I figured out it was him that I was admiring! God just didn't want us to meet yet, we weren't ready for eachother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The next Love Story post will be the last,...I hope you come back to find out how we finally met and fell head over heels in love! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-storypart-2like-nomad.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-storypart-3like-day-and-night.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story-part-4into-darkness.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story-part-5obedience-of-stranger.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-6240508654938953006?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6240508654938953006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=6240508654938953006' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/6240508654938953006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/6240508654938953006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-story-part-6out-of-miry-clay.html' title='Love Story, Part 6...Out of the Miry Clay...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/StCYthRktGI/AAAAAAAABp8/ayKquLCHqAE/s72-c/kandc+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-1051680074242669634</id><published>2009-10-09T10:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:43:22.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Flashbacks'/><title type='text'>Friday Photo Flashbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9Ka_pdriI/AAAAAAAABpY/L4UBcBBwa64/s1600-h/Friday+photo+flashbacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390609106608172578" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9Ka_pdriI/AAAAAAAABpY/L4UBcBBwa64/s320/Friday+photo+flashbacks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm linking up with my sweet friend, &lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-photo-flashback_08.html"&gt;Alicia&lt;/a&gt;, today. She started this meme so we could share photos from our "pre-digital" days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tody I'm going WAY back...this is a photo of my Great-Grandmother Bunn.  This photo was taken in Laredo TX, most likely in the 1920's.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9JvzcuKBI/AAAAAAAABpQ/9QmRLdPeYO8/s1600-h/grandma+bunn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390608364599126034" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9JvzcuKBI/AAAAAAAABpQ/9QmRLdPeYO8/s320/grandma+bunn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was a very talented woman who played the piano, wrote music, sang beautifully and danced often.  She found that children are more calm, and learn better when there is soft music playing in the background.  In her later years, she petitioned the schools to play soft music on the overhead speakers during class.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was in school in Texas, we still had soft music playing on the speakers during our classes, I don't know if they do it anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go dig out some old photos and memories to go along with them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-1051680074242669634?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/1051680074242669634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=1051680074242669634' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/1051680074242669634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/1051680074242669634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-photo-flashbacks.html' title='Friday Photo Flashbacks'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9Ka_pdriI/AAAAAAAABpY/L4UBcBBwa64/s72-c/Friday+photo+flashbacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-2071680010233020031</id><published>2009-10-09T10:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T10:27:58.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Funnies'/><title type='text'>Friday Funnies! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9GCCExXYI/AAAAAAAABo4/_4mBlttAsqY/s1600-h/friday+funnies+meme.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390604279716339074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9GCCExXYI/AAAAAAAABo4/_4mBlttAsqY/s320/friday+funnies+meme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm joining in with my Best Friend, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-funnies_09.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, today for her Friday Funnies post. If you've never read the Friday Funnies posts, you need to hop over there and get some good giggles in today!  Here is what I have to share today, hopefully it will bring a giggle, or at least a smile...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This note was on the receipt printer at a gas pump....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9GC0ixIDI/AAAAAAAABpA/UGs5CJYxTNo/s1600-h/PA030019.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390604293263925298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9GC0ixIDI/AAAAAAAABpA/UGs5CJYxTNo/s320/PA030019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Um, WOW, I'm so glad I caught this while it was on sale!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9GDeMRNHI/AAAAAAAABpI/V5kkAtrdXBY/s1600-h/PA030018.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390604304443847794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9GDeMRNHI/AAAAAAAABpI/V5kkAtrdXBY/s320/PA030018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;And last but not least, my unwelcome little friend...I have plenty of grey hair, but my hair is so straight that it WON'T hold a curl.  Then this little guy comes along, I call him my "crazy hair" - he's wavy, yup, and right on top of my head too!  Such a treasure...sweet...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9GB4lp4LI/AAAAAAAABow/SkGL6qhqbcU/s1600-h/PA070184.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390604277169905842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9GB4lp4LI/AAAAAAAABow/SkGL6qhqbcU/s320/PA070184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a laughter, smilin', Jesus filled, beautiful day my friends!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-2071680010233020031?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2071680010233020031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=2071680010233020031' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/2071680010233020031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/2071680010233020031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-funnies.html' title='Friday Funnies! :)'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Ss9GCCExXYI/AAAAAAAABo4/_4mBlttAsqY/s72-c/friday+funnies+meme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-3710951146638682482</id><published>2009-10-06T11:17:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:11:40.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fun of Living'/><title type='text'>Tea Cup Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsthQGQCGUI/AAAAAAAABog/0oflEf5WDY4/s1600-h/teacup+tales+button.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389508308262590786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsthQGQCGUI/AAAAAAAABog/0oflEf5WDY4/s320/teacup+tales+button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm linking up today, with my friend &lt;a href="http://stopnsmellthechocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/tea-for-two-sday-link-up-your-teacup.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for her special Teacup Tales post.  We are to share a special teacup story.  Since I'm not at home right now,...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(see, here I am sitting in a hotel room in Orlando)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsthQS8FJ8I/AAAAAAAABoo/WXbkWrJdk6A/s1600-h/PA060121.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389508311668565954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsthQS8FJ8I/AAAAAAAABoo/WXbkWrJdk6A/s320/PA060121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...I don't have photos on hand of my pretty tea-cup collectionon to share, so I'll just share the story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My teacup collection began about 9 1/2 years ago.  My friend, Jo Ellen, who so graciously and patiently led me to the foot of the cross, and introduced me to my Savior Jesus Christ, gifted me with my first TeaCup.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo Ellen has a lovely tea-cup collection, and one day after lunch at her house, she presented me with a very pretty (I believe Prince Albert) rose teacup and saucer set.  That was my first teacup.  I've since added 11 others to my collection, one of which was gifted (at  her choosing) to my best friend Kim on her birthday just a few months ago. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!  If you want to hear more Teacup Tales, pop over to &lt;a href="http://stopnsmellthechocolates.blogspot.com/2009/10/tea-for-two-sday-link-up-your-teacup.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lisa's,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and check out the links.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a beautiful, Jesus filled day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathy C.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-3710951146638682482?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3710951146638682482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=3710951146638682482' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/3710951146638682482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/3710951146638682482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/10/tea-cup-tales.html' title='Tea Cup Tales'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsthQGQCGUI/AAAAAAAABog/0oflEf5WDY4/s72-c/teacup+tales+button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-922381950279057664</id><published>2009-09-30T18:01:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:33:12.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>Love Story, Part 5...Obedience of a Stranger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a continuation of a Story I started a few weeks ago. It's about Capt. Mike and I, our lives before Christ, how we came to know Him, and then (coming soon), how we met and married.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you'd like to catch up with the rest of the class, start here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Love Story Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Capt. Mike survived Basic Training, and after a few months of training school was assigned to be stationed in Germany. Now for this 18 year old young man who had NEVER even been on an airplane before, this was a scary thought. But, since he had no choice, he hopped on the plane and headed off for his new life...3 years in Germany as a brand new Military Police Officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsUD525fVQI/AAAAAAAABl4/o9ZKsbBJaXQ/s1600-h/Scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387716821742736642" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsUD525fVQI/AAAAAAAABl4/o9ZKsbBJaXQ/s320/Scan0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Although Mike missed the familiar things of home and family, he quickly realized the great opportunity he had been afforded by being placed in Europe at this stage of his life. He bought a car and a video camera, and began to take every opportunity for travel and adventure that he could. During those three years he saw the Eiffell Tower, toured Greece, climbed the Leaning Tower of Pisa, skiied in the Alps, visited cathedrals, and toured numerous castles and gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT09x5GXjI/AAAAAAAABlo/aBj9A2ooNho/s1600-h/Scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387700396443983410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT09x5GXjI/AAAAAAAABlo/aBj9A2ooNho/s320/Scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite stories is when he drove his car to the base of the mountain where the "Disney Castle" ~ Neuschwanstein ~ sits. He slept in his car all night and woke up in the early morning fog. He fed crackers to the swans in the lake at the base of the hill until the fog cleared and the castle tours began. What a fun memory!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His life in Germany included German beer, travel, weightlifting, German beer, sight seeing, work, German beer, biking, driving as fast as possible on the Audobon, and German beer (but he never mixed those two!). Without Christ to fill our empty spots, it's easy for us to become consumed with our own selves. He spent many hours in the gym working on perfecting the outside of his body, while his soul kept asking him..."What about me?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After he returned to the U.S., he was thrilled to be stationed at a sought after base, right on the beach and only 30 minutes from his hometown! He was now a "twenty something" young man with a great career plan laid out; 2 terms in the military, during which he was a reserve Deputy, which allowed him to drop right into that job as soon as he got out of the service. He was good lookin', fit, fun, had a pretty girlfriend, lived near the beach, and he had his Camero...what more could he want from life? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT0PEcvFqI/AAAAAAAABlI/D61dZufsqUs/s1600-h/brown+camaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387699593971439266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT0PEcvFqI/AAAAAAAABlI/D61dZufsqUs/s320/brown+camaro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wasn't long before his relationship became difficult. His girlfriend like to party, drinking and smoking pot were a regular part of her lifestyle, and her faithfulness was questionable. He liked to have fun, but her lifestyle took that to the extreme and thus began the on-again/off-again frustrating relationship. His answer to the troubles was to be become consumed with his job and his car. He would spend almost every waking hour working on his car, it was his life. Apartment living doesn't leave much room for mechanics, so he rented a storage unit to use as his "garage". It was a place where he could go each day and do what he enjoyed. His life just went along at this pace, until something happened that changed his life forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT0Os5CbFI/AAAAAAAABlA/lsy8Deu6mM8/s1600-h/blue+camaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387699587647695954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT0Os5CbFI/AAAAAAAABlA/lsy8Deu6mM8/s320/blue+camaro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He was working on his car when the storage unit manager came over to talk to him. He had noticed how much time Mike spent working on his car, and noticed how it had seemed to consume his life. The manager turned their conversation to spiritual things, and shared about his own salvation. Realizing that Mike was pretty busy, he asked him to stop by the office on his way out if he wanted to talk more. The wheels in his head were turning, he had been brought up in the Catholic church, but he had never heard about salvation through Christ before, he definitely wanted to hear more. He stopped by the office and after talking for a while and asking more than a few questions, Mike's eyes were opened and his heart became soft like clay. He heard something he had never heard before. No one had ever told him that he was a sinner in need of a Savior, no one had ever laid it out so clearly. So, he bowed his head in that office and asked Jesus to take over his life. No formalities, no big show, no isle to walk down, just plain and simple salvation. I am so thankful that this man, whose name we don't even know, was obedient to our Lord, he shook off all those fears we sometimes have and opened up his mouth to share the gospel. Because of that, I am blessed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, just so ya'll don't think I'm exagerating about the car...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT0PkOXJqI/AAAAAAAABlY/R2-CfJFFhxo/s1600-h/guts+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387699602501084834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT0PkOXJqI/AAAAAAAABlY/R2-CfJFFhxo/s320/guts+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT0PUh_D4I/AAAAAAAABlQ/WWHBhc1ORJw/s1600-h/guts+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387699598288424834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT0PUh_D4I/AAAAAAAABlQ/WWHBhc1ORJw/s320/guts+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT0Pwlr5AI/AAAAAAAABlg/bea-uKXeGbs/s1600-h/red+camaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387699605820138498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsT0Pwlr5AI/AAAAAAAABlg/bea-uKXeGbs/s320/red+camaro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hoever told you that coming to Christ would make your life easier? That's not what the Bible says...part 6 coming soon! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story.html"&gt;Part 1, A Love Story,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-storypart-2like-nomad.html"&gt;Part 2,Like A Nomad&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-storypart-3like-day-and-night.html"&gt;Part 3, Day and Night,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story-part-4into-darkness.html"&gt;Part 4, Into The Darkness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-922381950279057664?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/922381950279057664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=922381950279057664' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/922381950279057664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/922381950279057664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story-part-5obedience-of-stranger.html' title='Love Story, Part 5...Obedience of a Stranger...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsUD525fVQI/AAAAAAAABl4/o9ZKsbBJaXQ/s72-c/Scan0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-8379451466658524649</id><published>2009-09-30T17:15:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:56:12.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>Awards and Away... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am seriously feeling the love right now.  Several ladies have been gracious enough to think of lil' ole me and hand some awards to me. :) I am honored and thankful for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet friend Loren from &lt;a href="http://themagoosnews.blogspot.com/"&gt;TheMagoosNews&lt;/a&gt; has given me this award. That's an extra special treat since she's had surgery, and is recovering right now. I can't believe she's bloggin' away! :) Thank you Loren, you are so sweet, and I hope we get to meet one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsPK2cgzoRI/AAAAAAAABk4/NDuBI0PDKCw/s1600-h/over_the_top_blog_award_from_mary.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387372615980785938" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsPK2cgzoRI/AAAAAAAABk4/NDuBI0PDKCw/s320/over_the_top_blog_award_from_mary.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I agree with Loren that rules are sometimes a drag to follow, but since it came with the Award, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can use only one word! (this is a tough one for me, but I did it!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass this along to 6 other bloggers! (I'm gonna have to say I love you all, consider yourself awarded if you are reading my blog!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Alert them that you have given them this award! (You are now alerted)&lt;br /&gt;4. Have fun! (I'm always having fun, but go ahead, call me a rebel for breaking some rules!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Plugged&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair? Ponytail&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? Desert&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father? Biker&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food? Cake&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night? Dunno&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink? Virgils&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Firm&lt;br /&gt;9. What room are you in? Multi&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? Gardening&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Disease&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Grammy!&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Here&lt;br /&gt;14. Something that you aren't? Mean&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? Yum&lt;br /&gt;16. Wish list item? Sofa&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you grow up? Texas&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you did? Type&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? Shorts&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV? Big&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? Boxer&lt;br /&gt;22. Friends? Laughter&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life? Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood? Joyful&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing someone? Cris&lt;br /&gt;26. Vehicle? Truck&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you're not wearing? Shoes&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite store? JoAnns&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Pink&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? Today&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Week?&lt;br /&gt;32. Your best friend? Faithful&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over? Gym&lt;br /&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly? Kim&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite place to eat? Carrabbas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, my adorable friend &lt;a href="http://www.youandmeplusthree.net/"&gt;Rocio&lt;/a&gt; has passed along to me this award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsfuQbrRaRI/AAAAAAAABnw/LXfTQbGMZVI/s1600-h/diez+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388537445246658834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsfuQbrRaRI/AAAAAAAABnw/LXfTQbGMZVI/s320/diez+award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am to tell 10 things about me and pass it along to 10 lovely other bloggers. BUT, since I'm feeling like a rebel, I would like to direct you to my left side-bar, down there at the bottom are the blogs I TRY to read daily. I love all these women and I'm passin' on the awards to them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10 things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wanted to be a Stage Actress when I graduated from High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I joined the Air Force instead of becoming a Stage Actress, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a gardener at heart and I love to get my hands in the dirt almost every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I make wedding cakes, on occassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm part Mexican Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I still have my first pair of Toe Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm really afraid of sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jesus Loves Me is the best thing I ever learned in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I homeschooled my son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I don't like mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that's more than enough information, ain't it? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this sweet lovin' award givin' stuff,...JoAnne over at &lt;a href="http://onesoblessed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blessed,&lt;/a&gt; has listed me as one of the 7 "Blessed Blogs" for the months. That was a real surprise, and made my week! :) Thank you JoAnne! Please hop over there and check her left side-bar for all 7 blogs, it's a great way to make new bloggy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be away for a few days, not sure if I'll be doing any blog reading or posting (I'll have to check the internet access situation).  Soooooo, if you don't see or hear from me, know that I'll be thinkin' about you all while I lay out by the pool, hee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a beautiful, Jesus filled weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-8379451466658524649?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/8379451466658524649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=8379451466658524649' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/8379451466658524649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/8379451466658524649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/awards-and-away.html' title='Awards and Away... :)'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsPK2cgzoRI/AAAAAAAABk4/NDuBI0PDKCw/s72-c/over_the_top_blog_award_from_mary.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-4938466711615482938</id><published>2009-09-29T10:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:12:08.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I learned this week...'/><title type='text'>What I learned this Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/about-2/what-i-learned-this-week"&gt;&lt;img height="175" alt="" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/dcrdesign/What-I-Learned-This-Week.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm linking up with my friend Jo-Lynne over at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/2009/09/what-i-learned-this-week-8.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musings Of A Housewife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to find out what everyone has learned in the past week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week I learned...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*That name brand isn't always better. I've been making my Chocolate Cream Cheese icing for YEARS, using the "store brand" 1/3 less fat cream cheese. This past weekend for a special cake, I decided to use the "popular" brand of the same style cheese. It left little white bits in the icing, and I wasn't real happy with the smoothness and texture. It tasted just as good, and I'm probably the only one who knows about the "white bits", lol...so that's a good thing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure I learned plenty more this past week, but for the sake of time, I'm gonna leave it there! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a beautiful day my friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-4938466711615482938?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4938466711615482938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=4938466711615482938' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/4938466711615482938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/4938466711615482938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-linking-up-with-my-friend-jo-lynne.html' title='What I learned this Week...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-521028298955803113</id><published>2009-09-28T10:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:11:30.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scripture'/><title type='text'>The Sky Speaks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO4XB0FvI/AAAAAAAABkQ/uFiagMi3o2s/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386532621984732914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO4XB0FvI/AAAAAAAABkQ/uFiagMi3o2s/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The heavens are telling of the glory of God; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO5u2p66I/AAAAAAAABko/hOhIPv6Wc-U/s1600-h/white+sands+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386532645560249250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO5u2p66I/AAAAAAAABko/hOhIPv6Wc-U/s320/white+sands+sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day to day pours forth speech,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And night to night reveals knowledge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no speech, nor are there words;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their voice is not heard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO5xWVLaI/AAAAAAAABkw/qd5oEp2SaIY/s1600-h/Card+Guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386532646229978530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO5xWVLaI/AAAAAAAABkw/qd5oEp2SaIY/s320/Card+Guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO5KxmqII/AAAAAAAABkg/YdmxTZw8OB8/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their line has gone out through all the earth,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And their utterances to the end of the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In them He has placed a tent for the sun,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It rejoices as a strong man to run his course.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO5KxmqII/AAAAAAAABkg/YdmxTZw8OB8/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386532635875387522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO5KxmqII/AAAAAAAABkg/YdmxTZw8OB8/s320/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its rising from one end of the heavens,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And its circuit to the other end of them,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there is nothing hidden from its heat."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO4yBuC8I/AAAAAAAABkY/C04jsRqASXA/s1600-h/DCP_3016.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386532629232094146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO4yBuC8I/AAAAAAAABkY/C04jsRqASXA/s320/DCP_3016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 19:1-6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-521028298955803113?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/521028298955803113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=521028298955803113' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/521028298955803113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/521028298955803113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/sky-speaks.html' title='The Sky Speaks!'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SsDO4XB0FvI/AAAAAAAABkQ/uFiagMi3o2s/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-2372449145623702037</id><published>2009-09-25T15:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:50:13.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>Love Story part 4...Into the Darkness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When we try to live our lives without the light of Christ to guide is, we are living in the Dark. The "Darkness" is different for everyone. For some it is a frightening place, full of downward spirals and fear. For others, life seems good, but there is an emptiness that they just can't fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My Darkness was a downward spiral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I survived Basic Training and in the Spring of 1986, was stationed in Austin, TX. That "28 yr old manager", "G", was now living in San Antonio, only an hour away. I had clung to him, he was older, interested in me, made me feel wanted, I thought that was love. Our relationship developed, and I eventually moved in with him. One Friday, when I was 19, we went downtown, got married and headed back to the apartment. No engagement ring or bended knee, no parties, gifts or satin dresses, and no parents blessings or honeymoon, no counseling, no pastor. Just a piece of paper that said we were married. A few days later on my lunch hour, I bought myself a ring (it was an engagement ring, but I wanted a diamond so that's what I bought). So there we were, two people who had no idea what they were doing together, but "decided" to enjoy the ride while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384750986515631458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Srp6fhsyzWI/AAAAAAAABjg/VwVsLkFLocA/s320/Scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In my attempt to keep this short, I am going to have to try to condense the next 6 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We had big problems going into this relationship. Neither of us had a clue about marriage, relationships, selflessness, or committment. Our age differences and work hours allowed for very different lifestyles. Mine included my Air Force friends, dancing and drinking filled my weekends. "G" had his friends, golf, "Gentlemens Clubs", and getting high. The inside of our home was filled with ugly secrets: His pornography addiction and the rejecting pain that it created, and my feelings of being unwanted and unloved, which led me on an ugly whirlwind of unfaithfulness in search of "love", or at least attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384751218496596594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Srp6tB5XanI/AAAAAAAABjw/JgdD1fA0r7s/s320/Scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Two years into our marriage, we found out we were going to be parents. We were both thrilled, and I wondered if this would make things "better", a bond to bring us closer. In June of 1989, I gave birth to my beautiful, perfectly healthy little boy, and I was elated to be a Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;However, neither "G" nor I changed our selfish behaviors, and 5 years into our marriage we began a year long "process" of divorce - we "decided" the ride was over...When a divorce involves children, it's never "over".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My life began to crawl into a deeper ugly darkness that I hesitate to even share, but if you're still reading this "story", I owe it you. So, for the sake of truth, I'll throw my heart on the operating table and let you see the ugly inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was young and free to do whatever I wanted,...and that's exactly what I did. Between working at a fitness center and taking college classes, I was struggling to make ends meet. A girlfriend suggested I get a job at the "club" where she worked. It was "easy" money, lots of it, and I was perfect for the job...young, pretty, fit, and friendly,...not to mention, desperate. I told friends and family that I was "waiting tables", but never told them where. At first I felt powerful and beautiful, desired, wanted, and in control. Within a years time I felt disgusted, tired, dirty and ugly. The seediness and filth of this "job" that took men away from their wives and destroyed families began to eat away at my very soul until I realized this wasn't something I could continue to do. Satan laughs at our destruction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I look back now, and I see God's hand of protection on my life. Even though I had put myself into dangerous situations, He sheltered me. Most of the girls I worked with were alcoholics, drug addicts, in abusive relationships, or worse. I am blessed that God kept me from all of that. I worked this job, and went home each night to be Mommy to a little boy who had no clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;At this time, I'd been talking with a "friend" about becoming a live-in Nanny. His wife had recently died of cancer and he needed someone to take care of his house and children. I had met him at the club. He was a well-to-do lawyer with a good reputation, and for some reason I trusted him. My little man and I moved into his house, into the "Nanny's room". I cooked, cleaned, did yard work, took care of the kids, the homework, the shopping, the dogs, the errands, the appointments,... you name it, I did it. It was a bit like being a paid housewife...only a bit too much. This "friend" was a powerful man at work, and that power seeped into his home as well...the boundaries of my "room" were violated on many drunken nights, after arguments with his girlfriend. Once again, I felt used, lost, hurt and confused. I was still searching for love and not understanding at all what it was supposed to feel like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After another job (this time I really was waiting tables) and yet another dead-end relationship (or two), I needed a change. I wanted to get out of the town I felt "stuck" in, I thought that would make things better. I had a sister living in Florida who owned a Deli, so I packed up what little I had and hopped on a plane with my 5 year old boy to make sandwiches in the Deli (remember this part) and start a new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The thing is, Florida didn't change my life. My heart was still ugly and lost. I met a guy...yes, another dead-end relationship, only this time it involved something I had never experienced before. This guy was an alcoholic, violent angry and destructive. Several times I came home to my belongings broken and tossed off the balcony, holes in walls and doors, and a drunk passed out on the couch. Only on one occassion did that violence turn to me... I look back now, and I KNOW that the hand of God intervened, there was no reason why the fist that had been pulled back, ready to release it's anger on my face never came forward, it just didn't. I could see the look in his eyes, his intentions were to cause pain, but the fist never came. I believe God was protecting me, even before I would give myself to Him. I find it hard even today to forgive myself for putting my child through that, but I was a fool and fools do foolish things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I began to see light at the end of the dark tunnel I lived in, and soon I would step out from the Darkness and begin walking in the Light of Christ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Meanwhile in Germany Capt. Mike was making his way through his own dark tunnel...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-2372449145623702037?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2372449145623702037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=2372449145623702037' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/2372449145623702037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/2372449145623702037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story-part-4into-darkness.html' title='Love Story part 4...Into the Darkness...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Srp6fhsyzWI/AAAAAAAABjg/VwVsLkFLocA/s72-c/Scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-2170939927031197367</id><published>2009-09-24T14:26:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:39:37.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>Sweet Awards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I popped online to check mail and found out that my new (and very sweet) friend Loren over at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://themagoosnews.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The Magoos News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; has given me an Award, how neat is that??!!? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Sru6xeBxIoI/AAAAAAAABkA/btOypbplCC4/s1600-h/FriendshipHitsTheSpot_award_from_kat_9_22_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385103138488394370" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Sru6xeBxIoI/AAAAAAAABkA/btOypbplCC4/s320/FriendshipHitsTheSpot_award_from_kat_9_22_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I have the honor of handing it over to 6 other people...(drum roll please....)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Larie at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mineheartspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;My Heart Speaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ I have so much enjoyed "meeting" Larie and getting to know her, she's kind and funny and has a great writing style.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://stopnsmellthechocolates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Stop And Smell The Chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ Does the name say it all?  She loves chocolate, so we are like sisters, LOL.  Lisa is cute, funny and does great Vlogging!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alicia at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://minyards7.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;More Than Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ I have really enjoyed getting to know Alicia, and want to go and join her family as they dance around the living room.  She has a full house, and a beautiful smile!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo-Lynne at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Musings Of A Housewife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ Smart, pretty and a great writer!  I have enjoyed "chatting" with Jo-Lynne about healthful eating, she's got a lot of wisdom and I love that she takes the time to type it all out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madeleine at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://madjohn85.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I Wish I Was More Like Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ Madeleine is one of my newest blog friends and she has got the sweetest personality, we kid about wishing we lived down the street from eachother, but it would really be such a treat to sit and chat with her over a cup of coffeee.  She's sweet and kind, and I'm proud to call her my friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiffany at&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teawithtiffany.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tea With Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ Last, but most definitely not least is Tiffany!  I was blessed to be able to meet Tiffany face to face by a chance of fate.  We immediately hit it off and she wasn't the least bit offended when Kim and I began feeding her chocolate (yes, FEEDING it to her), LOL.   She's beautiful inside and out and I have really enjoyed getting to know her!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"For those receiving this award it is bestowed on to blogs that are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to six bloggers who must choose six more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you ladies for brightening my days with your witty and kind comments, it's nice to know someone is reading some of the silly stuff I actually write on here! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a beautiful day my friends!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-2170939927031197367?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2170939927031197367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=2170939927031197367' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/2170939927031197367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/2170939927031197367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-awards.html' title='Sweet Awards!'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/Sru6xeBxIoI/AAAAAAAABkA/btOypbplCC4/s72-c/FriendshipHitsTheSpot_award_from_kat_9_22_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-4250693001311734568</id><published>2009-09-24T10:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:59:06.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fun of Living'/><title type='text'>EVERYTHING YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT ME AND ARE SORRY YOU ASKED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My new friend over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://momstheword--livingforhim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Moms The Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; posted this quiz today, so I decided to be a copy-cat., except these are MY answers, not hers, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The phone rings. Who will it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If it rings right now, Kim or my Son.  If it rings after noon, Hubby gets thrown in the mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At Publix usually yes, at Walmart usually no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm definitely more of a listener unless I am asked my opinion,...or unless I'm with Kim, we just talk at the same time, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you take compliments well?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on this since High School.  I was told it made me look snobby if I just smiled when I was complimented, but I was too shy to do anything else, so I'm still learning to say "thank you".  I'm also trying to stop saying "Oh, thanks,...I got it at a thrift store!" (they didn't ask!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No, I know it's a game or something, but I have no clue what it even looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm pretty sure I could survive.  I might be a girly girl on the outside, but I've got some pretty good survival skills buried in there, :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Did you ever go to camp as a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yes.  I cried all the way home on the bus because I didn't think I had "enough" fun to warrant my Mom saving up all that money.  Silly kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite game as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Livvy and Sue.  What?  You've never heard of it?  My sister and I played a game ALL the time where we were two married adult women named Oliva (Livvy- that was me because I wanted to be Olivia Newton John) and Susan (Sue - that was my sister).  We basically just ran our households, mostly going to the Dr. to get medicine for our sick children (i.e., candy at the shop on the corner).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm married, so I'm not exactly on the "open market", LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like to pursue or be pursued?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when my Hubby pursues me, LOL. :)  BUT, there's also fun in the pursuit, so I guess it's 50-50, maybe 60-40...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Use three words to describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Cake Baker, Gardener, Seamstress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do any songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, too many to list, lol - I'm an easy crier, can't go anywhere without mascara dots on my eyelids, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you continuing your education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fer Wut?  No.  I learned so much when I was homeschooling my son and getting my hubby through college that I should have gotten the diploma and degree myself! LOL ~ on a serious note, it would be fun to got to Culinary School just for the joy of cooking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, with my son when he was 4 years old. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How often do you read books?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time, now ask me if I finish all of them????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Do you think more about the past, present or future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;?  Not sure.  I guess a little of both past and future, maybe more future...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite children’s book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I LOVE YOU FOREVER!  Oh my, I STILL can't read this book without choking on my tears.  Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Green.  But sometimes they appear blue depending on my clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is your dream house located?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dream house?  Hmmm....On the edge of the woods in an open field of wildflowers, near a babbling brook, somewhere near the mountains that are by the sea.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My man!  My baby girl (dog)!  My Bible!  My photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm thinking maybe 3 months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Where was the furthest place you traveled today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, I love mustard - something about the tang! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we kinda require both of these?  I never thought of it as a preference????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you look like your mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'd say my Mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long does it take you in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm a bit of a dawdler, so probably 10-12 minutes...  What?  I have to shave and condition my hair!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Can you do the splits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yes. I've always been very flexible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what's showing, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do for New Year’s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think The Grudge was scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And that is?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Do you own a camera phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yeah, but it takes me so long to figure out how to use it, that whatever I wanted to take a photo of is us gone by the time I'm ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the last letter of your middle name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;e - but why do you want to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many hours of sleep do you get a night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably about 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like Care Bears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No, actually I really don't now that I've finally been asked by someone who apparantly cares.  They irritate me,...sorry, maybe it was because I raised a boy, not sure, but I don't like them.  There, I said it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you buy at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Depends.  Ticket (for sure), coffee, use to get "Good n Plenty" but they don't have them anymore (sad), popcorn sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know how to play poker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wear your seat belt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How many meals do you eat a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Three, usually (unless I forget to eat lunch), but that doesn't include snacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There is always a time for seriousness, but I LOVE to laugh, so I'm gonna have to lean toward funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ever been to L.A.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yes, briefly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate chocolate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?????  WHAT?  What kind of freaky, strange, odd-ball questions is that????? I refuse to even answer this question...who writes these things?  I mean I thought the Care Bear question was a little odd, but let's not even go there with Chocolate....???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a gullible person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I use to be when I was younger, but not so much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, I believe so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ok, there you have it.  Do you feel like you know something really important about me now? Feel free to join this little party and tell me all this stuff about you too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-4250693001311734568?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4250693001311734568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=4250693001311734568' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/4250693001311734568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/4250693001311734568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-you-wanted-to-know-about-me.html' title='EVERYTHING YOU WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT ME AND ARE SORRY YOU ASKED'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-6650324205564976493</id><published>2009-09-21T14:23:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:12:59.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>Love Story...part 3...like Day and Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Since we celebrated our 10th Anniversary this year, I've decided to share about how we came to know Christ, met and married...to read the first 2 posts of this story, click here...&lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-storypart-2like-nomad.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."&lt;u&gt;'Settling' in El Paso meant that in the next 7 years we would move 10 times within the same town...&lt;/u&gt; ".  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despite many similarities within our families, Capt. Mike and I had 2 completely different "lifestyles" growing up...as different as day and night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Capt. Mike...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike's parents moved to Titusville, Fl while their family was still very small, 2 or 3 children in tow. They moved into a cute little house in a nice average neighborhood and their family grew and grew. As the 8th child, he was brought home from the hospital to that same little house, where his Mom still lives today. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each time we visit I am reminded that he made memories in that house; he hid in the bushes that grow along the wall in the backyard,...he got that scar on his eye from the shelf in the back room,...that's the kitchen where his Mom cooked Chicken n' Dumplings,... that's the street where he tore up the tires on his motorcycle,...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384000045956052914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrfPhCHlt7I/AAAAAAAABjY/8S5mgAJryQc/s320/Scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;...and the yard where he played with his boxer dogs...To someone like me, someone who doesn't have one "home" that I grew up in, those are all such precious memories to have, and I love to soak them all in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With that many kids in the house, his home was loud and full of activity.  The above ground pool filled with sun-tanned bodies, hungry boys in and out of the fridge, teenagers hanging out in the driveway,... and I'm quite certain there was much Drama about who was taking too long in the bathroom (7 kids, 1 hall bath - whadya think?). His Dad bought a pop-up camper, and the family went on trips every year to various places, from the FL Keys to the TN Mountains.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384000039176424034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrfPgo3MymI/AAAAAAAABjQ/yZO2rH8kcIk/s320/Scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384000032346403890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrfPgPay9DI/AAAAAAAABjI/Ylf1uf3CGnk/s320/Scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Growing up, one of his and his brothers' favorite pastimes was dirtbiking. When they weren't at school, work or out getting wild with their friends, they were out there tearin' it up. Mike began working on his own bikes, motorcycles and cars at a young age; he's a self taught mechanic, and over the years, he has taken apart and rebuilt SEVERAL vehicles ~ including this Camaro which he "inherited" from his Mom...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384000026544755954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrfPf5zk1PI/AAAAAAAABjA/Ll3J8JQyoic/s320/Scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During High School, he was involved with the Wrestling and Weight Lifting Teams, (winning 6th place in the State for his weight class I might add!). Even though he loved to hang out and party with his friends, he was also a hard worker, mowing lawns, washing dishes and cleaning fish at a local Restaurant and stocking shelves at the grocery store.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;Through all the years growing up, there is one thing that Mike knew for certain, from a very young age, probably around 9 or 10, he knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt; EXACTLY what he wanted to do when he grew up. He wanted to be a Police Officer, or more specifically, a Sheriff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regardless of all the typical teen fun of growing up, he had this goal in the back of his mind. Right after graduating high school, he realized that he had to make a decision.  His friends were heading down a path that led nowhere.  If he stayed where he was, he might not reach his goal, or worse.  He knew he needed to separate himself, to get away and start fresh.  Without any money to just up and move, he began to think about the service...do something good for his country, something different than any of his friends had chosen to to do, get an education, get out of town.  So, at the tender age of 18, in May of 1987, (after his Mom had signed him over to the U.S. Air Force a few months earlier), he got on a bus and headed off for Basic Training...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-6650324205564976493?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6650324205564976493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=6650324205564976493' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/6650324205564976493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/6650324205564976493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-storypart-3like-day-and-night.html' title='Love Story...part 3...like Day and Night...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrfPhCHlt7I/AAAAAAAABjY/8S5mgAJryQc/s72-c/Scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-6351233906813257207</id><published>2009-09-21T05:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:30:00.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Making your Home sing Monday'/><title type='text'>Making Your Home Sing Monday - Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momstheword--livingforhim.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Making your home sing Mondays" src="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t187/vball_chic14/Image1-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my first time joining &lt;a href="http://momstheword--livingforhim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moms The Word&lt;/a&gt; for her Monday Meme. It's a time to share what we are doing to bring a little somethin' extra special to our homes. If you'd like to read more posts or link one up yourself, pop on over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here are 2 things I did to make my home sing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, I felt it,...I finally felt it! I felt Fall, I know, I know, there's still 1 more day until "It" appears, but I am just certain I felt it. It first hit me while I was in JoAnn Fabrics, yup, I was walking through the floral department and these deep reds, oranges and yellows called out to me..."Fall is here, take us home to your table!". :) So, I did (it was a buy one/get one sale!)...here is the centerpiece I've put together for my "Fall Table"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383560449689752882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrY_tKaZlTI/AAAAAAAABio/SnGreX4evuQ/s320/P9200024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383560439788531058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrY_slhw7XI/AAAAAAAABig/1UlHxZdBUKA/s320/P9200019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I had to take a close up of the little photo on there...that's my hubby and our son about 11 years ago! Cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383560457828077858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrY_touukSI/AAAAAAAABiw/wMmL86wLLbw/s320/P9200026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Another reason I know Fall has arrived is that I was working out in my vegetable garden yesterday evening...AND I could breathe!!! I was out there a good 3 hours, hauling and spreading bags of compost and mulch, digging up weeds and turning old bean plants, loosening up packed soil, and I could breathe...no humidity!!!! I was happy to get the garden ready for planting... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383560466508238802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrY_uJEPT9I/AAAAAAAABi4/ycQZxqmQ5ec/s320/P9200027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How did you make your Home Sing today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Let the Word of Christ richly dwell within you, with all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with thankfulness in your hearts to God." Colossians 3:16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a beautiful praise filled day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-6351233906813257207?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/6351233906813257207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=6351233906813257207' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/6351233906813257207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/6351233906813257207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-your-home-sing-monday-fall.html' title='Making Your Home Sing Monday - Fall!'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrY_tKaZlTI/AAAAAAAABio/SnGreX4evuQ/s72-c/P9200024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-3812079221018809819</id><published>2009-09-19T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:46:33.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Story'/><title type='text'>Love Story...part 2...like a nomad...</title><content type='html'>Since we celebrated our 10th Anniversary this year, I've decided to share how we met and married...to read the first part of this story, click here...&lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-story.html"&gt;Love Story Part 1&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Capt. Mike and I lived in different States and didn't know anything about what our futures had in store...but at the young age of 17, we both made the decision to join the U.S. Air Force...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Kathy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing up in a military family, I really had no idea what it meant to have a "home"...a stable place that you lived in for more than 2 years. The first memory I have of moving is when I was 4 years old and we were preparing to leave our apartment in Waco, TX for England. Over the next 5 years, our family of 8 moved 3 times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We started out in Banbury, England. It was a "city house" with no front yard; the front door opened up to the sidewalk. It was narrow and tall with a cement "backyard" and hardly any rooms, but it was home. There was a candy shop on the corner and I remember the distinct smell of the nearby tar factory. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next we moved to the place of my &lt;a href="http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/06/friday-flashbacks-first-day-of-school.html"&gt;favorite memories&lt;/a&gt;, the little town of Helmdon into the 3 story, 500 year old stone cottage with the cold floors and big windows. The memories are too much to list, the big yard, they hay barn down the lane, the horse across the street, the chicken lady who sold us eggs, the milk-man, the little brick schoolhouse...it's like a dream, and every child should live there, :). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383167368192578866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrTaMzuX1TI/AAAAAAAABhY/yI7aJHsEn78/s320/Kathy+at+the+cottage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the last 2 years before we returned to the U.S., we lived in a "normal neighborhood". An average house with yards and neighborhood BBQ's, where me and my 2 girlfriends would scout that neighborhood as Charlies Angels on our bikes - we were so cool!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We moved to El Paso, TX when I was 10, Dad was retiring and we would finally "settle" in one place, or wuold we? Dad finished up his last year of service by commuting each weekend from New Mexico. "Settling" in El Paso meant that in the next 7 years we would move 10 times within the same town... By the time I was 12 and my sister and I were the only 2 kids left at home, my parents chose to divorce...that's when Tina and I began the back and forth living arrangements. We moved between parents, apartments, houses, and sometimes we stayed in the house and our parents changed places... it was confusing to say the least. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At one point, we both decided we wanted to live with Dad. We lived in a one bedroom apartment. I remember that place well...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383167375894232194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrTaNQalvII/AAAAAAAABhg/fEeN75SbxKg/s320/green+wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;...Our living room was decorated with a fold out couch, a single bed, a dresser which also served as a TV stand, Dad's "lazy-boy" chair and, a coffee table, and then there was that GREEN and WHITE wallpaper ~ oh my! This is where we lived when my Dad met Edye, who later became my stepmom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;After Tina graduated and joined the Army, Edye moved in with us ~ we moved again, and then one more time just for fun (?)... at least this time I actually had my own bedroom...the first time in my life that I ever had a room to myself!!! Wow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 months after I had my 17th birthday I graduated High School and did what was expected; I got a job. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. For the last 5 years I had taken dance classes but never mastered the art, acted in more plays and acting competitions than I can remember, tossed a flag up in the air while marching with the band, but no plans for my future were made. I had goals of course,...I wanted to move to New York and become a stage actress, or maybe I'd just "become" an artist and live on the beach in a cute little cottage. I had no clue about reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad and Edye were pretty busy living their own lives, and weren't too concerned that I was now dating the 27 year old man that hired me at the pizza place...they never even asked to meet him. Come to think of it, they never asked his name or age. They were just ready for me to get on with my life, after all I was done with High School, it was pretty much time for me to move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a couple of months I began to realize that I wasn't going to be able to support myself by serving pizza, college was not an option, but the military and it's fantastic opportunies were brought up OFTEN. Life's choices were looking slim, so at the tender age of 17, in December of 1985, my Daddy signed me over to the U.S. Air Force, I got on a bus and headed off for Basic Training...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-3812079221018809819?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/3812079221018809819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=3812079221018809819' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/3812079221018809819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/3812079221018809819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-storypart-2like-nomad.html' title='Love Story...part 2...like a nomad...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrTaMzuX1TI/AAAAAAAABhY/yI7aJHsEn78/s72-c/Kathy+at+the+cottage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-4755242969741816355</id><published>2009-09-18T10:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:56:00.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Funnies'/><title type='text'>Friday Funnies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrOd82IPv4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/kXNdu1FCPvc/s1600-h/friday+funnies+meme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382819648285687682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrOd82IPv4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/kXNdu1FCPvc/s320/friday+funnies+meme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm joining with my best friend Kim today in her Meme that makes us all giggle. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of things I think are funny (not sure if you will, LOL)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; TO WHAT...????????  Even if there was something in the store, why would the window be the main entrance?  I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382817600048010594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrOcFn2VFWI/AAAAAAAABg4/8KarLdXQEo4/s320/P9140112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives eating on the run a whole new feeling....we wanted to save time for shopping and save room in our tummies for coffee and punkin' bread...so we shared a sandwich in her car with the A/C running, LOL.  It was yummy too, from Panera (fat free bacon, fat free, turkey, fat free cheese, fat free oil....LOLOLOLOL - we have ourselves convinced!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382819231854576066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrOdkmzVQcI/AAAAAAAABhA/pg2v_Fwblg8/s320/P9170007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone asked me if Kim and I take our cameras everywhere...um, pretty much.  I took this photo of Kim taking a photo of...coffee???...YUP (and punkin' bread)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382819235318618898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrOdkztOWxI/AAAAAAAABhI/_qPsb6WDG6M/s320/P9170010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To laugh some more go on over and visit &lt;a href="http://homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-funnies_18.html"&gt;Kim!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a laughter filled day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/1681884476399746178-4755242969741816355?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/4755242969741816355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=4755242969741816355' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/4755242969741816355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/4755242969741816355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-funnies_18.html' title='Friday Funnies...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrOd82IPv4I/AAAAAAAABhQ/kXNdu1FCPvc/s72-c/friday+funnies+meme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-7653328881602327026</id><published>2009-09-17T09:00:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:53:35.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fun of Living'/><title type='text'>Where did I get the cups?...and Restaurant Review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;Today's post is a jumble of a little bit of this and little bit of that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;First off, in case you just NEEDED to buy those adorable measuring cups that you didn't win in my giveaway...here is where I got them - so run over to Pier One and hunt those bad boys down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI07ml1w5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/1IfcEky30L0/s1600-h/P9100037.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382422703237350290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI07ml1w5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/1IfcEky30L0/s320/P9100037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Kim won't have to hunt them down because I bought her a set, but I told her she couldn't have them until Christmas (here she is trying to get them from me, LOL)...And of course that was the day we had coffee together...oh what a rare thing...????...yeah, you got me...NOT RARE at all...as a matter of fact we have some very important shopping to do today and we MIGHT have to get "fueled" up at some point... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI06962tsI/AAAAAAAABfA/mBx2o_F9d6Q/s1600-h/P9100009.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382422692319639234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI06962tsI/AAAAAAAABfA/mBx2o_F9d6Q/s320/P9100009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI07KrBzKI/AAAAAAAABfI/YUf4RKXRH1Y/s1600-h/P9100026.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382422695742917794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI07KrBzKI/AAAAAAAABfI/YUf4RKXRH1Y/s320/P9100026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;Capt. Mike and I just took a 2 day mini-getaway (still part of our 10th Anniversary celebration). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;We hopped over to Orlando for 2 days and did the "tourist" thing. Wet N Wild waterpark and Universal Studios/Adventure Islands, fun! After 4 roller coaster rides and 2 flume rides I'm sure I'm due for a visit to the Chiropractor! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Restaurant Review...Maggianos Little Italy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;For dinner we visited Maggianos Little Italy, on International Drive. If you like Italian (it's my favorite), the food is FANTASTIC - service is EXCELLENT - atmosphere is BEAUTIFUL ~ fancy, but with a relaxed feel so you don't feel out of place in shorts and a nice top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI3I1N5QfI/AAAAAAAABfg/SANasckTbwM/s1600-h/P9140109.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382425129525002738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI3I1N5QfI/AAAAAAAABfg/SANasckTbwM/s320/P9140109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI7-Z6gwbI/AAAAAAAABgY/to67o-i7L9k/s1600-h/P9140107.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382430447955394994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI7-Z6gwbI/AAAAAAAABgY/to67o-i7L9k/s320/P9140107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;We sat in a booth for coziness and a fun view of the busyness of the place....On the far right is our waitress, Heidi - she was great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI3Jiaik6I/AAAAAAAABfw/XUY3rTFQpZY/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382425141657637794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI3Jiaik6I/AAAAAAAABfw/XUY3rTFQpZY/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI3KAYz47I/AAAAAAAABf4/0FtzxqUcQto/s1600-h/P9140076.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382425149703447474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI3KAYz47I/AAAAAAAABf4/0FtzxqUcQto/s320/P9140076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;This was the hallway to the bathrooms, which were so pretty that you wouldn't mind hanging out in them for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI3IXR_NmI/AAAAAAAABfY/uBKHCQRtl_E/s1600-h/bathroom+hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382425121489106530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI3IXR_NmI/AAAAAAAABfY/uBKHCQRtl_E/s320/bathroom+hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;Did I mention the food was FANTASTIC??? I kept tasting my hubby's meal even though my chicken was delicious...The bread and dipping sauce is served to each table and it's so yummy!  Even though the appetizers are delicious, I recommend you skip them ~ bread and your meal will be PLENTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI78z5u7RI/AAAAAAAABgA/dAXajHYfRJU/s1600-h/P9140089.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382430420571712786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI78z5u7RI/AAAAAAAABgA/dAXajHYfRJU/s320/P9140089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;The servings are ENORMOUS, and the prices are really reasonable. The good news is they have half-servings which I highly recommend. We had a large salad earlier in the day so we didn't feel pressured to get a "veggie" - there was no way we were gonna eat that too!  I got half order of Chicken Francese, it literally melted in my mouth. Hubby got a half order of an "off the menu special" of pasta, shrimp and chicken in a garlic cream sauce with asiago cheese, roasted garlic and red bell peppers...OH YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI79kvQTeI/AAAAAAAABgQ/zim4TGMIe3s/s1600-h/P9140094.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382430433681100258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI79kvQTeI/AAAAAAAABgQ/zim4TGMIe3s/s320/P9140094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI79ZY6bOI/AAAAAAAABgI/WGs1lglBxJ0/s1600-h/P9140092.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382430430634601698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI79ZY6bOI/AAAAAAAABgI/WGs1lglBxJ0/s320/P9140092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;I wanted so badly to get dessert (I've had their Tiramisu before and it's the BEST), but I didn't want that stuffed feeling, soooo we waited and had ice cream on I-drive later in the evening...but not before I rode this....The Human Slingshot!  I finally did it - and it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI7-_htK4I/AAAAAAAABgg/TClZW3_to5U/s1600-h/P9140117.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382430458051898242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI7-_htK4I/AAAAAAAABgg/TClZW3_to5U/s320/P9140117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;"A joyful heart is good medicine, But a broken spirit dries up the bones."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;Proverbs 17:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;Let your heart be filled with joy today, a beautiful gift from our gracious God who will give it just for the asking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-7653328881602327026?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/7653328881602327026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=7653328881602327026' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/7653328881602327026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/7653328881602327026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-did-i-get-cupsand-restaurant.html' title='Where did I get the cups?...and Restaurant Review...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrI07ml1w5I/AAAAAAAABfQ/1IfcEky30L0/s72-c/P9100037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-5558145374720308401</id><published>2009-09-16T08:26:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:10:11.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><title type='text'>WINNER ~ WINNER ~ WINNER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDieIE29aI/AAAAAAAABd4/tcrKb58OFBA/s1600-h/P9090007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382050561899558306" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDieIE29aI/AAAAAAAABd4/tcrKb58OFBA/s320/P9090007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is the day! Is the suspense just driving you nutty???? Apparently it was driving me nutty....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDidmtlIjI/AAAAAAAABdw/4wn-_6J5MAA/s1600-h/P9140027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382050552943551026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDidmtlIjI/AAAAAAAABdw/4wn-_6J5MAA/s320/P9140027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I printed out every entry and put each one into a little tin bucket (no, not a basket, I don't know why I kept calling it a basket!!!) ~ Go on, click on the picture...do you see your name in there??? I do!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDg6MUaIVI/AAAAAAAABdY/8g-gmqaD-ZI/s1600-h/P9160147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382048845051601234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDg6MUaIVI/AAAAAAAABdY/8g-gmqaD-ZI/s320/P9160147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shook it up real good...(how about that action shot?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDe8uXpWmI/AAAAAAAABcw/uf26JV8nPhA/s1600-h/P9160001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382046689528470114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDe8uXpWmI/AAAAAAAABcw/uf26JV8nPhA/s320/P9160001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I reached into that little bucket and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pulled out this piece of paper...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDe883TExI/AAAAAAAABc4/r0Py-ukOAoA/s1600-h/P9160002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382046693419324178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDe883TExI/AAAAAAAABc4/r0Py-ukOAoA/s320/P9160002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you guess who it is? Is it YOU?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDe9bF0rgI/AAAAAAAABdA/P9LyP8H8PEM/s1600-h/P9160009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382046701533310466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDe9bF0rgI/AAAAAAAABdA/P9LyP8H8PEM/s320/P9160009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it still you? Are you sure?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDe9wb12SI/AAAAAAAABdI/qP5oezJSyJo/s1600-h/P9160010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382046707262806306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDe9wb12SI/AAAAAAAABdI/qP5oezJSyJo/s320/P9160010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since you know it's not you, are you done reading this post?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDe-NosayI/AAAAAAAABdQ/aFsGW-j0pXg/s1600-h/P9160011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382046715101342498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDe-NosayI/AAAAAAAABdQ/aFsGW-j0pXg/s320/P9160011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, if it's NOT you, WHO is it???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDg7Ab_jOI/AAAAAAAABdo/EsDgrF0ETaM/s1600-h/P9160012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382048859042057442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDg7Ab_jOI/AAAAAAAABdo/EsDgrF0ETaM/s320/P9160012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHO IS IT??? you ask...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDg6uJMrYI/AAAAAAAABdg/cnGJ00U-hig/s1600-h/P9160151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382048854131387778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDg6uJMrYI/AAAAAAAABdg/cnGJ00U-hig/s320/P9160151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea! The winner is Jo-Lynn from &lt;a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/"&gt;Musings Of A Housewife&lt;/a&gt;!!! Congratulations Jo-Lynne! You get these pretty little measuring cups to compliment all that healthy cooking! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all those who didn't win...no worries...over the next couple of months, I'm going to be having lot's of fun giveaways, so "Keep your eyes on the blog!" :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course, Kim isn't crying over this because she &lt;a href="http://homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff-important-stuff.html"&gt;KNOWS&lt;/a&gt; she's getting a set of these for Christmas...what a spoiled friend I have! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a beautiful day friends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/284/4701EF275F433A581E666B529835FEEC.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-5558145374720308401?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/5558145374720308401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=5558145374720308401' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/5558145374720308401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/5558145374720308401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/winner-winner-winner.html' title='WINNER ~ WINNER ~ WINNER!!!'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wvd5lNWPQZw/SrDieIE29aI/AAAAAAAABd4/tcrKb58OFBA/s72-c/P9090007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1681884476399746178.post-2598010581590249896</id><published>2009-09-13T01:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:37:21.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've gotta say that with the right accent of course, all while puffing up your chest muscles...or soemthin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hubby and I will be away for a couple of days, but I'll be back just in time to pick a winner for my pretty cup giveaway!  See you Wednesday!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a Beautiful, Jesus filled Sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kathy C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1681884476399746178-2598010581590249896?l=happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/feeds/2598010581590249896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1681884476399746178&amp;postID=2598010581590249896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/2598010581590249896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1681884476399746178/posts/default/2598010581590249896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happywife-mrsc.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Back...'/><author><name>Kathy C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17099897804706795324</uri><email>kathycharest@aol.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12099102539650412713'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>