tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24267525513845320622024-03-05T01:52:40.696-05:00sunflowers and lovlovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-64968486305518178812011-12-20T14:08:00.004-05:002011-12-20T15:04:02.011-05:00disappointmentOver the past few months, to say, <strong>I've been disappointed</strong>, would be an understatement.<br />I feel like I've run myself into a brick wall, only to back up and run right into it again.<br />I feel like finding a way out of this pattern gets more complicated each and every day.<br />I feel like, if and when I do find a way out, I may have forgotten what it feels like to be happy, normal, content.<br /><br />The hardest part about feeling disappointed, and not being able to fix it, is that 99% of my frustration is because of my job, which I used to think was <strong>the</strong> job.<br /><strong>The</strong> job that I loved.<br /><strong>The</strong> job that I was completely thankful for.<br /><strong>The</strong> job that made each and every day fun and exciting.<br /><strong>The</strong> job that....is no longer any of that.<br /><br />Each and every day, I feel like I'm getting pulled farther and farther from what I loved about my job, and feeling closer and closer to why I hate my job.<br />I don't like living my life this way. I don't like feeling let down, disappointed, frustrated. I don't like feeling this way, day in and day out.<br /><br />Each day, for the past five months, I have been praying. I basically have begged God to fix this for me, which has only made me more frustrated, because he hasn't. At times, I felt as if he was not listening to me. At times, I felt as if he didn't care. <em><span style="font-size:78%;">All the while, I knew in the back of my mind, He was teaching me something, and he knows that I'm not ready for the "test."</span></em><br /><br />This morning, when I woke, I checked my email on my phone and read my daily devotion. <span style="font-size:78%;">(If you are looking for a great daily devotion, you should check </span><a href="http://www.purposedriven.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">this one </span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">out.)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Seriously, if it didn't stop me in my tracks. The beginning scripture was </span><br /><em>“I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ve</span> tried everything and nothing helps. I’m at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Isn</span>’t that the real question?” (Romans 7:24 MSG)<br /></em>I was curious at first, D<em>id I write this devotion?</em> <em>Am I dreaming? Am I seeing things?</em> I decided to reread the email when I was done with my shower, when I <strong>knew</strong> I would be awake.<br />It still said the same thing!<br />I read through the devotion shaking my head. I was so grateful and stunned at the same time. I needed this! I needed to read this! I knew this was God speaking directly to me. The fact that I can't change this, I can't change myself. I need Jesus to help me do this changing. I need to continue to pray, and continue to do what God sent me here to do. And when God is ready to show me a new path, road or freeway, He'll show me. Until then, I'll keep telling myself....<br /><strong><em>“I am sometimes disappointed, but I love my life ... and I must believe that the disappointments contribute something to what I love.”</em></strong> <span style="font-size:78%;">Jan Denise</span>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-13557435474248392822011-02-12T09:44:00.004-05:002011-02-14T08:05:16.040-05:00friendshiptheir friendship started early..... <div>before they actualy met.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRdN1I3zG_Ju-fj5wjEt_mR-9xbNJFu6FZGh-sFE6c_QtaKWwoOgnleGEcThHwoIH9UV2fBLo8myOE0b8Tg0C4dBW8WgG3b1OIGMb1AMmVR2O9Hd8cbrtPRiqdZEf9V1-W0p3PwEuqsqh/s1600/Baby+GRob+n+his+Parents+31.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572814528930101202" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRdN1I3zG_Ju-fj5wjEt_mR-9xbNJFu6FZGh-sFE6c_QtaKWwoOgnleGEcThHwoIH9UV2fBLo8myOE0b8Tg0C4dBW8WgG3b1OIGMb1AMmVR2O9Hd8cbrtPRiqdZEf9V1-W0p3PwEuqsqh/s400/Baby+GRob+n+his+Parents+31.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRdN1I3zG_Ju-fj5wjEt_mR-9xbNJFu6FZGh-sFE6c_QtaKWwoOgnleGEcThHwoIH9UV2fBLo8myOE0b8Tg0C4dBW8WgG3b1OIGMb1AMmVR2O9Hd8cbrtPRiqdZEf9V1-W0p3PwEuqsqh/s1600/Baby+GRob+n+his+Parents+31.jpg"></a>but they were interested in each other. </div><div>diesel was interested in this growing belly....</div><div>and pickle would kick and turn every time he heard diesel bark.</div><div>it could only mean one thing.....or so we hoped....</div><div>we hoped it meant that they were going to have a great friendship....</div><div><br /></div><div>the first time they met, well, as you can see, we weren't so sure!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572815225872259986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8OAJnhNNm7nsT_q7GvmtPpM5d510I9ds606i4eHwGfeWFJwwLKNu6h_ASuwGkxSrXq0Ryk5tcBTEWakXiqGMQlXoMR2NoLG1Jfj1KPjM1MydK5qgody0Z5Ek_tmWTcj7bDFGt6Pyobam/s400/_IGP3581.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>it seemed like they would learn to tolerate each other, </div><div>that or they just didn't realize the other existed!</div><div><br /></div><div>the more they spent time together, </div><div>the easier it was to see, </div><div>their bond is something special.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572818580362435282" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWhGtF80eoOzWA-1eTyk8Hpkq5u-Wx9IJbiqihqyjLWsvd6aIjYfjMPh-ICwEhBRzyf79QYNI9Y2wTmHHmkjiM71OsxST3Pww8-8xtXh7VBgRvZpf4zyiv2R8yRdEaxiiKedGr1xbNa5I/s400/_IGP3845cut.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div>if ever pickle is sad, </div><div>diesel can calm him down.</div><div>pickle calms down....immediately when diesel gets near him.</div><div><br /></div><div>every time diesel comes in the house,</div><div>she goes to look for pickle</div><div>and always, no matter where he is,</div><div>she finds him.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572818584866485858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlUvGl6YQmOS4u_PSN3MZHhkJzH9PhyphenhyphenW_Gifu9P9yZw-oz5erHLBbINIOMFBRNt5n_DeBSRt69Ut6ezvy0mC3hdNZ2E0Rg-TdHcwHDyC3qtIsd-tfONZsWQM3PbB_Qv5ddFnff_2haGZQU/s400/DSCN0950.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div>she is so gentle with him.</div><div>and so protective of him.</div><div>and he giggles at her.</div><div>and he loves being near her.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572818590780629698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXSOhdr3iq2VQ-db_cSqMdXJYULjmUdN6cKS3UYnOg57VGgGiEHcxRub3vNVflysaL8TQxZrvKLtGKZk9D3yKDTrBoQsqPu-jzFtlZUgGZROZPTScavzlaqc_IbrJWuCgDWmXpyn346Zl1/s400/DSCN1656.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div>i can't wait to watch their friendship continue to grow.</div><div>and i'm sure, we'll be in for some surprises courtesy of the two of them!</div>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-50181575481722183312010-12-16T14:06:00.002-05:002010-12-16T14:15:32.971-05:00on second thought<div>i so wanted one.....</div><div>a <a href="http://www.brazilianblowout.com/About_Us">brazillian blowout</a></div><div>i mean....look at the <a href="http://www.brazilianblowout.com/BeforeandAfter">before and after</a> pictures</div><div>until i found out how much it cost....</div><div>umm, maybe not!</div>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-70190536064930714252010-11-30T10:42:00.004-05:002010-11-30T10:47:00.058-05:00a cookie would be nice!have you ever had a day that some how followed the tune to<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/If_You_Give_a_Mouse_a_Cookie">if you give a mouse a cookie</a></i></span><br />you know....<br />things just keep spiraling off of each other<br />and before you know it, you are in so over your head....<br />you aren't sure where to go!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">well today is my if you give a mouse a cookie day</span><br /><br />case in point....<br /><i>if you say you're thirsty.....they boy will ask if you want a drink.<br />if you say yes....the boy will go get you some water.<br />if the boy goes to get water....something might happen to fall.<br />if something falls.....something else will break.<br />if something falls and breaks....if will end up hitting the boy's foot and the floor.<br />if something breaks when hitting the floor....glass will probably be on the floor.<br />if glass is on the floor....you'll probably step on it.<br />if you step on glass....it will probably get stuck in your foot.<br />if glass get stuck in your foot....you will bleed.<br />if your foot bleeds....it will get all over the floor.<br />if blood gets all over the floor.....you will need to mop.<br />if you begin to mop....the floor will be wet.<br />if the floor is wet...and you aren't careful, you will fall!<br /><br />all the while....a very unhappy baby is screaming! </i><div><br /></div><div><i></i>now, if only i had a cookie!<br /><br /></div>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-60252080876963951602010-11-26T12:49:00.005-05:002010-11-26T13:00:30.744-05:00point madelast week, i was excited to pack up my maternity clothes.<br />i didn't have the easiest of time being pregnant....<br />so getting these clothes (<span style="font-style:italic;">or the reminder of being pregnant</span>) out of my closet, and out of the house was very welcomed!<br /><br />i asked flake to take the tote out to the shed.<br />he made sure he labeled it for me before he took it out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThB02p5mjmZOFo9EzmjwfKh77-gbOs75I2yLmwBCXM24TpDYeRrQ3yTRgxK7T5dOf-XtUYtrN2u_7Pgr59JUuPpceHSdp29vl2Ni6TEMgzVsqE7KCkwLCCzTM_64DLvknaGRzeOaWwnMt/s1600/_IGP3819.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThB02p5mjmZOFo9EzmjwfKh77-gbOs75I2yLmwBCXM24TpDYeRrQ3yTRgxK7T5dOf-XtUYtrN2u_7Pgr59JUuPpceHSdp29vl2Ni6TEMgzVsqE7KCkwLCCzTM_64DLvknaGRzeOaWwnMt/s400/_IGP3819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543918634724740882" /></a><br /><br />wait....what is that?!?!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfh2cv42GLHfbxTvrkZ_PLAM9S9usUXhOzJkYk5hpNC3uy7coq-yHegLYdwiytCiTrvVAOZxCE5ZtEf6_kivz6r0OiNwHwQjlakuFJx70-8iKmdAPieS4gdwsJI7XFDqz7jk8ybhTT4Z8/s1600/summer.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOfh2cv42GLHfbxTvrkZ_PLAM9S9usUXhOzJkYk5hpNC3uy7coq-yHegLYdwiytCiTrvVAOZxCE5ZtEf6_kivz6r0OiNwHwQjlakuFJx70-8iKmdAPieS4gdwsJI7XFDqz7jk8ybhTT4Z8/s400/summer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543919382431501938" /></a><br />point made<br />....and heard loud and clear! :)lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-3435763998510408872010-11-24T12:28:00.002-05:002010-11-24T12:36:14.015-05:00proud to be an americani can think of no better way<br />to say "i'm proud to be an american"<br />than to have each one of <a href="https://www.americanchia.com/flare/next?rtag=chiaobama&">these</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Gh8Ee0Ew_w_W8cS5z5uTVZXbVTQflbCiL1YJAftpkqJo9Fd-5jkShUm76G6q42WwTOrtn48CN99UgRZFh7nrh7vtWVJ66nyW10jzWOUjxP6O5b1Uk_OHF7gjUJzQTeDkum4VEzJw_9vf/s1600/chia.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Gh8Ee0Ew_w_W8cS5z5uTVZXbVTQflbCiL1YJAftpkqJo9Fd-5jkShUm76G6q42WwTOrtn48CN99UgRZFh7nrh7vtWVJ66nyW10jzWOUjxP6O5b1Uk_OHF7gjUJzQTeDkum4VEzJw_9vf/s400/chia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543171288091478386" /></a><br />i mean really....<br />if this doesn't show pride,<br />what does?lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-11867596543153827992010-11-19T15:25:00.003-05:002010-11-19T15:32:30.261-05:00workseptember 23, 2010<br />that was the last day i got up,<br />got dressed<br />and drove to work<br /><br />i have not worked since that day<br /><br />i was written out of work<br />due to some complications in my pregnancy<br />not bad complications<br />but more....annoying complications<br /><br />it has been 8 weeks since i got up<br />got dressed<br />and drove to work<br />and i can honestly say<br />i'm missing my little school friends<br />i miss their sweet voices<br />their imaginations<br />their sweet hugs<br />but i'm super thankful that i am here with my new little friend<br />my buddy<br />my pickle!<br /><br />because i was missing my little friends<br />i stopped by school this week<br />i was so excited to introduce my little pickle to my school friends<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs563.ash2/148536_727338226451_25009388_39765358_4767530_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs563.ash2/148536_727338226451_25009388_39765358_4767530_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />and they were excited to meet him too! :)lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-19685435224239437062010-11-15T19:51:00.004-05:002010-11-15T19:58:35.687-05:0012 days12 days ago.....<br />i was sitting in a hospital bed<br /><br />12 days ago.....<br />i was not feeling so well<br /><br />12 days ago.....<br />i, in fact, was miserable.....<br /><br />12 days ago.....<br />i was trying to stay positive<br /><br />12 days ago.....<br />i was wondering when my life would change<br /><br />12 days ago.....<br />i was trying to watch movies to pass the time<br /><br />12 days ago.....<br />i was ignoring my phone with each coming text message, phone call, or facebook post<br /><br />12 days ago.....<br />at 4:30ish, the decision was made<br /><br />and <br />12 days ago.....<br />at 5:25p.m.<br />this little man came into my life<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlUmk-8cjd_ky7PhSLthtqyHdKgOh5LAjgSyfM1ulrPz6xSqReXB0eCG3G29yg16zbkCK55VCfJRADOTl7x3qMw86zbqChuB6rAJFO1VY_WDoI1i0sKRdE0qT9T9oeZ4JpZDUQR33d2x1/s1600/DSC_0191.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlUmk-8cjd_ky7PhSLthtqyHdKgOh5LAjgSyfM1ulrPz6xSqReXB0eCG3G29yg16zbkCK55VCfJRADOTl7x3qMw86zbqChuB6rAJFO1VY_WDoI1i0sKRdE0qT9T9oeZ4JpZDUQR33d2x1/s400/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539945174542924802" /></a><br /><br />12 days ago.....<br />my dreams came true, my life changed, and i couldn't have been more thankful!lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-41546820117173323692010-10-18T12:03:00.007-04:002010-10-18T16:43:48.340-04:00"got" god<div style="text-align: left;">i've always thought it was true....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">god is good!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">from a very young age</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i loved going to church!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">it was just part of my life,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">being that my daddy was a preacher</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">most every memory i have as a child revolves around church</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">and any memory that has to do with church, has to do with god.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">as i grew, so did my faith</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">as my faith grew, my understanding of god grew</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i began to understand that some people knew god in a different way than i did.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i began to understand....that was ok.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i began to understand that god works in different ways for different people.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i began to understand....that was ok.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i began to understand that not everyone just "got" god.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i began to understand that spreading the good news of god helped others to "get" him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">over the past few weeks,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i've seen how others were able to "get" god</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">and that has made me so happy!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">when i lived in greenville, i met josh.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">he was my neighbor.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">he was my friend.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">he was in a </span><a href="http://www.myspace.com/parmalee"><span class="Apple-style-span">band</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">we had the best time getting to know each other.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i loved spending time with josh and his girlfriend.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i loved hearing his band play.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">it quickly became a friendship that i treasured.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">my only "issue"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">josh didn't "get" god.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">he believed there was a god.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">however, he didn't believe in organized religion.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i can understand that.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">sometimes people get burned by church.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">sometimes church becomes more about the people, and less about god.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">and i believed that josh was just frustrated by what church had become.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">needless to say, i prayed for him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">he also said, he didn't believe in prayer.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">he didn't see how it worked.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">he didn't see the point.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">needless to say, i prayed about that too!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">on september 20th, one of the band members, was shot.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">(read about it </span><a href="http://www.wcti12.com/news/25098956/detail.html"><span class="Apple-style-span">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span">.....)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">two thugs tried to rob the band after a show, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">having a gun pulled on them, scott pulled a gun himself.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">one of the robbers ended up being killed,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">scott was critical for many weeks,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">and he has made great strides since that horrible night.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i've been able to keep up with scott's progress through facebook. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">a page was set up for </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Pray-for-Scott-Thomas/116190781770433"><span class="Apple-style-span">prayers</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">and a </span><a href="http://helpparmalee.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span">website </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span">was set up for help for scott's medical bills.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">so many people came together to help scott, and to support the band.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">on october 6 at 10:09 pm</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">josh posted the following status update</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><i>"I believe in prayers now. Thanks to everyone. Scott Thomas is the man! love you all"</i></span></h3><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">through such a horrible situation,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">god showed himself.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">god made himself known, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">and if nothing else good came from it</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">my dear friend "got" it!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">and that is more than i could have ever asked for!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">back in july,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i found out my best friend's baby might not make it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">robin's baby was not surrounded by amniotic fluid. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">sometime during robin's pregnancy,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">her placenta had ruptured, which caused her sac to rupture, allowing the fluid to leak.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">the doctors gave her and her husband NO HOPE!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">each and every doctor's visit, they received grim news.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">they heard all the horrible things that their baby was experiencing.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">"the baby will not develop kidneys."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">"the baby will never develop lungs"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">"the baby will never have muscle tone."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">"the baby will die during child birth."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">"IF the baby makes it though child birth, it will die within minutes."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">needless to say, robin was devastated.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">she was put on bed rest, and remained on bed rest until last monday morning when their precious baby was born.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">their precious baby was a girl.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">something they never knew before.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">their precious baby made it through childbirth.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">something they never thought would happen.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">their precious baby had perfectly functioning kidneys.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">their baby squeezed robin's finger.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">their baby also had lungs.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">(small lungs, that need healing, but LUNGS none the less!)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">over the past week, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">robin has kept me up to date</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">and i've turned around and kept all the people praying for their precious baby up to date.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">(go to the discussion tab on this <a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=113609925365122">facebook </a>page)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">their baby is a week old.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">their baby is a miracle from above.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">their baby is bringing so many people together.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">i received a message from someone i don't know that said</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><i> "Thank you for your updates. I don't know you or Robin, but some one at work told me about baby Mary Ann. I've never been into God. I don't really get it. But after reading all about Mary Ann, it is hard for me not to believe. Last night I said a prayer for Mary Ann. It was the first prayer I've ever said. This little girl is doing more than you will ever know. Thank you."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">amazing!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">someone else "got" god!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.libcov.org/devotions/brianz/God-Is-So-Good-title.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 424px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.libcov.org/devotions/brianz/God-Is-So-Good-title.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you aren't already, please pray for both Mary Ann and her family, as well as Scott, his family and the members of the band!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thank you!</div>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-72990602313632877182010-10-15T14:02:00.002-04:002010-10-15T15:23:44.422-04:00a year....in reviewit really has been a year......<div>actually a year and 12 days since i last wrote on this blog</div><div>it wasn't meant to be that way,</div><div>it just happened.....</div><div>so what has happened over the past year in the life of l.o.v. and flake.....</div><div>i know you are dying to know.....so here is a month by month break down!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_octobe.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 589px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_octobe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_octobe.jpg"></a>in september, i wrote this <a href="http://sunflowers-n-lov.blogspot.com/2009/09/puppy.html">post</a></div><div><a href="http://sunflowers-n-lov.blogspot.com/2009/09/puppy.html"></a>it wasn't until october that i found out why i was sick as a dog</div><div>and it had something to do with two little babies growing inside me!</div><div>yep, flake and i found out we were pregnant,</div><div>then we found out we were pregnant with twins</div><div>then we found out we may be loosing one of the twins,</div><div>but the doctors weren't so sure.....</div><div>so they had us wait</div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_novemb.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 625px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_novemb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div>november 10th came</div><div>we found out for sure</div><div>it wasn't our time to be parents</div><div>we were broken, sad, yet faithful.</div><div>november 11th was the day they took the twins</div><div>it was a hard hard day</div><div>a day i never ever wanted to relive</div><div>a day i just wanted to skip on the calendar from that moment on</div><div>thanksgiving came, i struggled to be thankful</div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_decemb.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 578px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_decemb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />emotionally, physically,<br />things were looking up for both of us.<div>i got new mittens and mismatched socks, </div><div>it helped to make life more colorful and fun!<br /><div>flake had started a business back in the fall,</div><div>and he was making lots of contacts.</div><div>i was starting to understand how it felt to be normal again.</div><div>we gave gifts to 14 sweet, amazing, needy children at my school.</div><div>and all seemed right with the world.</div><div>we were thankful for the year we had, we were thankful for the good, the bad, and all the trials that we had, that made us stronger and more ready for a new year!</div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_januar.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 592px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_januar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div>happy new year</div><div>happy new month</div><div>happy new pregnancy</div><div>yep, found out we were pregnant again</div><div>nope didn't feel like it was too early!</div><div>totally excited!</div><div>totally.....</div><div>and then.....</div><div>it happened again!</div><div>:(</div><div>sad, scared, frustrated.....yet faithful!</div><div>it wasn't the way i would have started a brand new year, </div><div>but it was meant to be!</div><div>we had lots of snow,</div><div>which means lots of snow days</div><div>and lots of mornings at ihop,</div><div>cause you know if it snows, you have to eat at ihop!</div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_februa.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 592px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_februa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />ahh...the month of love<div>things are good</div><div>well, flake has realized his business isn't working</div><div>let's just say.....the economy.....well, isn't the greatest!</div><div>like that was news!</div><div>twizzlers make me happy!</div><div>looking for a job keeps flake busy!</div><div>even more snow, even more ihop!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_march.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 592px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_march.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div></div><div>school is keeping me busy.</div><div>flake started a new job.</div><div>i got sick....and had a weird pain....</div><div>headed to the doctor....</div><div>you guessed it....PREGNANT....</div><div>and at 4weeks 2days pregnant, we saw a perfectly formed, perfectly placed sac via ultrasound.</div><div>but.....the pain, was from a cyst that was trying to support the pregnancy, since my body wasn't telling my body to do that.....</div><div>got on meds, and saved this baby!</div><div>this baby....is due....november 11th....the same day, a year later, that i didn't want to remember. it is god's timing!</div><div>it is god's way of making that day a special day!</div><div>on march 24, we heard our baby's heartbeat.</div><div>this was the first time we had that experience.....</div><div>it was AMAZING! </div><div>we had a healthy baby,</div><div>and we were in love!</div><div>we started calling the baby pickle</div><div>and all was right with the world!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_april.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 448px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_april.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div>flake was enjoying his new job.</div><div>school was going well for me.</div><div>our parents knew we were having a baby.</div><div>we found out flake's sister was having a baby too.</div><div>how exciting!</div><div>we bought a house</div><div>and moved out of the apartment</div><div>which sadly had turned into the ghetto before our eyes.</div><div>turbo moved to a farm.</div><div>all was PERFECT!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_may.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 462px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_may.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div>spring was here,</div><div>birds were singing</div><div>flake had an awesome month at work</div><div>(he is in sales.....so i learned the hard way every month isn't the same!)</div><div>my little friends at school were growing and learning so much</div><div>and all seemed right with the world.</div><div>the end of the school year approached</div><div>and my little pickle was growing.</div><div>my grandmother got even more sick.</div><div>my world started to change before my eyes. </div><div>i realized that she would not be here for the rest of my life.</div><div>i realized that she might not be here for my child's life.</div><div>i realized she would be better off in heaven than here on earth, but i was selfish and not ready for her to leave.</div><div>i learned my bestest friend was expecting a baby too! </div><div>good....bad.....such is life!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_june.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 589px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_june.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div><div>we remembered our babies that should have been born.</div><div>we miss them......but we are thankful for our pickle</div><div>the end of the school year....</div><div>field day</div><div>fun</div><div>got a call at school that shook my world</div><div>pickle's quad screening came back abnormal.</div><div>pickle might have a neural tube defect.</div><div>panic</div><div>ultrasound to make sure</div><div>pickle .... barley moved</div><div>90 minutes later, we still didn't know if our baby was ok, </div><div>90 minutes of looking but not being sure</div><div>90 minutes of learning we had a very very stubborn child!</div><div>(pickle totally gets that from me!)</div><div>another appointment scheduled, </div><div>we found out NO neural tube defect</div><div>and we were having a BOY!</div><div>god was with us!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_july.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 589px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_july.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div>a month of travel .....</div><div>headed to the mountains with great friends</div><div>headed to the beach to visit my best friend (who is pregnant)</div><div>headed to the outer banks for my brother's wedding (yes to the same bride he married the year before!)</div><div>all was perfect!</div><div>our baby was growing.</div><div>flake had an ok month at work....by far not the greatest!</div><div>my grandmother was doing ok, still holding on.</div><div>and summer break was going great....HOT but great!</div><div>found out that my best friend's pregnancy is going well, her baby isn't surrounded by any fluid, and the doctors think she may loose her baby! i'm sad for her, i'm broken for her, and i want to fix it! i ask everyone i know to pray for her and her precious baby!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_august.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 589px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_august.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div>flake is still working hard.</div><div>sales are going well, but hopeful things will get better.</div><div>work starts back for me.</div><div>i'm very big....</div><div>and quite uncomfortable....</div><div>having lots of contractions....and bleeding, but the doctors think pickle is still perfect!</div><div>we had our first baby shower, and showered we were.</div><div>pickle got lots and lots of great things!</div><div>we got to see and spend lots of time with my grandmother.</div><div>god is great for allowing her to still be with us.</div><div>my best friend's baby is still hanging on, despite what the doctors have thought.</div><div>flake turns 30.</div><div>it was a great......HOT..... month!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_septem.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 602px;" src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_septem.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div>happy labor day.</div><div>happy birthday to me.</div><div>happy baby shower.</div><div>work is going.....</div><div>grandmother is still holding on.</div><div>best friend's baby ..... still holding on.</div><div>pickle is growing, in fact he is measuring big (3 weeks big to be exact!)</div><div>doctor signed me out of work.</div><div>at 33 weeks.....i still am nauseous every day, vomit a lot (but not daily anymore), struggle to sleep, and struggle to keep my kidneys balanced, not to mention dealing with contractions/bleeding....but all in all, my pregnancy is perfect.</div><div>i continue to ask everyone i know to pray for my best friend's baby!</div><div>flake is working....all the time!</div><div>we thought about our baby we lost, but we were thankful for our pickle.</div><div><img src="http://www.lifeway.com/clipart/downloads/mon_octobe.jpg" /></div><div>and here we are....a year later.</div><div>flake's sister had her baby, a month early</div><div>the precious little girl she brought into the world is a prefect mix of her and her husband!</div><div>beautiful!</div><div>our precious nephew is dealing with his new status of brother.</div><div>flake works....ALL THE TIME!!! (could it be that i'm home all the time, and just miss him, probably?!)</div><div>my grandmother is still holding on.</div><div>i'm still very VERY pregnant!</div><div>my best friend delivered her baby 2 months early</div><div>i spend my days off of work, updating the masses of how the miracle baby is doing. </div><div>the same baby who the doctors said would not make it through delivery is 5 days old. the same baby that the doctors said would never ever develop lungs, has some holes in her lung tissue, but it is able to heal, as long as she remains stable. </div><div>i sit and wait to meet my pickle.</div><div>impatiently.....but i sit and wait!</div><div>and that is what brought me to blogger again.</div><div>i've missed you all!</div><div>i've missed the community of friends!</div><div>i don't promise to be a good blogger....but i'm back.....</div>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-53092027009076884722009-10-03T11:27:00.000-04:002009-10-03T11:28:03.014-04:00Press .......all i have to say....<br /><br />this is awesome!!!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pwghabw4N80&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pwghabw4N80&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-26339393314334276942009-09-07T19:02:00.004-04:002009-09-07T19:13:02.198-04:00puppyso when school started<br />and flake got home<br />all in the same day<br />i was one excited puppy!<br />it was a great day!<br />and i put all i had in that day!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rW4MCjEYs803gIydgDRk3SfPzh6_wyYApV3ErPOeVF88tqQ3DRuXKq_fMrE372z7gLDs7CR9PN4gybD_so1OiTUcLTPk2ydFgmpSlKIXsrRdzDOS6o6tW_eWs4vCMPLjVz5TF4fGN64U/s1600-h/dog_happy_bw.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378864962259428450" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rW4MCjEYs803gIydgDRk3SfPzh6_wyYApV3ErPOeVF88tqQ3DRuXKq_fMrE372z7gLDs7CR9PN4gybD_so1OiTUcLTPk2ydFgmpSlKIXsrRdzDOS6o6tW_eWs4vCMPLjVz5TF4fGN64U/s400/dog_happy_bw.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />and true to form<br />after spending days giving it my all<br />and spending those days with 24 five year-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">olds</span><br />who have yet to master the art of<br />not sharing their germs<br />i became one sick puppy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienGjdqmSE7OoNYa-TWkJ8VP55dk8xnXiB-2B-n1IpqSm3cOxsflBrZ_U1ThO_ydRRAE0M_f3sGi4FWRo0q89gAXkqJE0oOWqxj7JbDBMOOwE13WMpf-ldqUgcizZB9fn4EMjuodC61Xvz/s1600-h/sick.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378864952925741186" style="WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEienGjdqmSE7OoNYa-TWkJ8VP55dk8xnXiB-2B-n1IpqSm3cOxsflBrZ_U1ThO_ydRRAE0M_f3sGi4FWRo0q89gAXkqJE0oOWqxj7JbDBMOOwE13WMpf-ldqUgcizZB9fn4EMjuodC61Xvz/s400/sick.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />it is what it is,<br />but i continued to try<br />and give it my all,<br />all the while,<br />wearing myself out<br />leaving myself<br />one tired puppy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVOJiutkG-_mbH8_S1AGp1ybaxsYOLlF02BLjfpjMZeAXkRqv576XKGgkLRJxCX3HBvppgFe_xUn6yJ7oS0zQIgbFBvE1lIK7kPakYB0-y9E9a5B8b_wigqAjJaBS2nOn4XIzIfcde4PIZ/s1600-h/dogtired.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378864945581292610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVOJiutkG-_mbH8_S1AGp1ybaxsYOLlF02BLjfpjMZeAXkRqv576XKGgkLRJxCX3HBvppgFe_xUn6yJ7oS0zQIgbFBvE1lIK7kPakYB0-y9E9a5B8b_wigqAjJaBS2nOn4XIzIfcde4PIZ/s400/dogtired.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />so, i feel the need to let you know<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> busy trying to get my feet back on the ground<br />and while i wait for my<br />super hero puppy cape to be cleaned,<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'll</span> be missing you, and your blogs<br />......<br /><br />be looking for me....<br />and my cape to reappear....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjJjf_U_PIVTFPEiyl_xtjcX95F7sGAoVCvEidywhdGvirA66KULl-3kQ5MF5w9YcbIMG2wmkfZwC07autnYGHrdrE8yWbQM6J_L7xT91HTUL0nemlwwnmBo-C6wZ-6QSticciZ1oR2dy/s1600-h/underdog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378867014949250258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjJjf_U_PIVTFPEiyl_xtjcX95F7sGAoVCvEidywhdGvirA66KULl-3kQ5MF5w9YcbIMG2wmkfZwC07autnYGHrdrE8yWbQM6J_L7xT91HTUL0nemlwwnmBo-C6wZ-6QSticciZ1oR2dy/s400/underdog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">soon!</span>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-85973825742079073622009-09-04T18:16:00.001-04:002009-09-04T18:17:33.664-04:00she hit the floorif you loved bon qui qui<br />or even if you didn't<br />this should make you laugh! <br />i know it made me laugh <br />....<br />a lot!<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cU_AH4MrWWw&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cU_AH4MrWWw&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-58787938576062491392009-09-02T19:21:00.002-04:002009-09-02T19:23:35.360-04:00securidyif you have not ever met bon qui qui,<br />let me introduce her to you...<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJCVk0A0iIo&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJCVk0A0iIo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />hope you laughed as hard as i do<br />each and every time i watch this!<br /><br />if not,<br />i guess....i'll have to call securidy!<br /><br />off to spend time with my flake!<br />love having him home!<br />yay!lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-40606452228161393362009-08-30T15:50:00.002-04:002009-08-30T15:56:39.162-04:00changes<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i've</span> mentioned before<br />that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'm</span> not big on<br /><a href="http://sunflowers-n-lov.blogspot.com/2009/05/struggling.html">change</a><br /><a href="http://sunflowers-n-lov.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-didn-vote-for.html">or</a><br /><a href="http://sunflowers-n-lov.blogspot.com/2009/03/change.html">waiting</a><br /><br />but.....<br />today<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> completely <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ok</span> with it<br /><br />being that flake's plans have<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">changed</span><br /><br />he is already on his way home<br /><br />and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'll</span> sit here and<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">wait</span><br />until i see him!<br />whenever that may be!<br /><br />please pray for safe travels for him<br />and keep his job situation in your prayers too!<br /><br />:)lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-28722234245892534922009-08-29T12:29:00.009-04:002009-08-29T13:47:05.206-04:00randomness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6SEdc1Q6NWNlv5CzmdYADfugy63yZFmAW7ZRsefBcb1Li9-r15JSE1NG2evLXt8uCDvn0RlARATcgGBrshoiAxdGH4sQKm8w-gNvvUa8xEjAXiV-hehtIoBxkq8iodUJuFOz23qOAsZU/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375433151526640306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6SEdc1Q6NWNlv5CzmdYADfugy63yZFmAW7ZRsefBcb1Li9-r15JSE1NG2evLXt8uCDvn0RlARATcgGBrshoiAxdGH4sQKm8w-gNvvUa8xEjAXiV-hehtIoBxkq8iodUJuFOz23qOAsZU/s400/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />i've not taken the time to sign into blogger<br />since last saturday<br />and when i signed in today<br />and saw this<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8OsJa7N1pkH6O1O98go6dKTnalxKKiYrGawowRzCM6oUryhr7nHdjxOj8QL9alVzuArBnBCKa3NwoCWqK0RvUGZnn7Jn4OjSJCwGB7gi30W3DGore-hsUPeZIcb2Ni1FQDurNOoZc-YU/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375430744429408258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8OsJa7N1pkH6O1O98go6dKTnalxKKiYrGawowRzCM6oUryhr7nHdjxOj8QL9alVzuArBnBCKa3NwoCWqK0RvUGZnn7Jn4OjSJCwGB7gi30W3DGore-hsUPeZIcb2Ni1FQDurNOoZc-YU/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />i thought that was just a little overwhelming<br />and i just decided to hit the "mark all as read" button.<br />so<br />sorry!<br />sorry that i'm not going to go back and catch up on all those post over the past week, all i know is that you were all very busy!<br />VERY!<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />i love lazy days!<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />flake had his interview last tuesady.<br />he feels like it went well, but still has not heard anything.<br />(to be fair, he was told that he probably wouldn't hear anything before the end of the week.)<br />i'm ready to know!<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />i love bowling<br />but i'm horrible at it!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqp4XzZsBl61VY0Vctq2lJ2os67yh_rz0j_8r0WPzNZqqjp9Ad-1rnd4kmWFAa-DQzkoBpQXXT8PBPjASDyKlgB3KmXoNGMd1KYQQ0W8ARJhTRuJ3MiMIywARrcynJ1pJoouIWscRYoZF/s1600-h/6774_524507411485_70400254_31077397_7482312_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375434167267100258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqp4XzZsBl61VY0Vctq2lJ2os67yh_rz0j_8r0WPzNZqqjp9Ad-1rnd4kmWFAa-DQzkoBpQXXT8PBPjASDyKlgB3KmXoNGMd1KYQQ0W8ARJhTRuJ3MiMIywARrcynJ1pJoouIWscRYoZF/s400/6774_524507411485_70400254_31077397_7482312_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />but seriously, can you see my excitement over a gutter ball?<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />thursday was a HARD day for me!<br />before flake came home again, i told him that i didn't think i could handle him leaving again.<br />and boy was i right<br />i cried like a baby when i took flake to the airport.<br />and by baby, i mean a blubbering idiot would couldn't catch her breath!<br />it wasn't pretty!<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />twizzlers, ahh, you are so good!<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />does anyone know how to put music on a blog?<br />someone asked me to help them do that, and i don't have a clue how to do it!<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />modern mom over at <a href="http://howtosurvivelifeinthesuburbs.blogspot.com/">how to survive life in the suburbs</a><br />tagged me in a meme<br /><br />Here are the rules of this one:<br />1. Collect the book that you have most handy<br />2. Turn to page 161<br />3. Find the 5th complete sentence<br />4. Site the sentence on your blog<br />5. Pass it on to 5 other blogger<br /><br />due to the fact that i was slack this week<br />(and thank goodness for the option to schedule a post....)<br />i never got around to doing this....<br /><br />so here you go modern mom<br />1. the book closest to me.....isn't a book i'm reading....it just happens to be close to me, cause that is where it lives in the apartment.<br />the book is <em>A Parting Gift</em> by ben Erickson<br />2. found it<br />3. .... ok<br />4. "He's fine"<br />(Aren't you glad you waited a week for that!!! haha!!)<br />5. passing it on to bloggers......<br />(these five people just commented on my last post....so this is my way of saying THANKS!! and sending people over to you....)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.lemusingsofmoi.com/">summer</a><br /><a href="http://stepmumcafe.blogspot.com/">bas</a><br /><a href="http://twolittlesunbeams.blogspot.com/">tiffany</a><br /><a href="http://twenty-something-momma.blogspot.com/">twentysomethingmomma</a><br /><a href="http://jaelcustomdesigns.blogspot.com/">jael custom designs</a><br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />i'm not so sure how to feel about the fact<br />that one of my new friends at school told me<br />"i don't have to listen to you, i'm gansta"<br /><br />umm...really, you aren't gansta....you are five!<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />flake starts heading from texas on<br /><span style="font-size:280;">MONDAY</span><br /><br />---------------------------------------------------<br /><br />happy weekend!lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-4346187441906290752009-08-26T05:00:00.001-04:002009-08-26T06:06:12.984-04:00oh i love this!<a href="http://tiffabee.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/skinny_jeans_1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://tiffabee.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/skinny_jeans_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />ever since i first saw the skinny jean<br />i have disliked it<br />probably because i knew, even as a child,<br />skinny jeans look stupid<br />on me.<br />on you.<br />on everyone.<br />but then again<br />i am reminded i am not the most fashionable person<br />by the fact that i would rather live in pajama pants<br />and a zip up hoodie.<br />i was so excited during the 90's when skin tight jeans<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">were just not cool</span><br />but to my utter disappointment<br />thanks to the gap<br />the skinny jeans came back<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>ugh!</em></span><br />but thankfully,<br />there is now proof that the skinny jean is the work of the devil....<br /><a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/BeautySecrets/story?id=7702398&page=1">medical proof</a>!!!<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">YAY!!!</span> i love that!!!<br />so please, for your health, but more importantly, for me,<br />stop wearing the skinny jeans!!!lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-79526953089595466262009-08-25T05:00:00.001-04:002009-08-25T05:00:01.335-04:00the first daythe classroom is ready<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid6RbRfb7YGdTcYnhSRBxX1f_OY0PLTrpDA2wbm-nyttACjueF7Vzn1K1iPSO99VEg2BrmuuEh_haEat43Cj6xjSHTL1ZnDJTRSoPGBgIqRYfoWSxyJhmzH-cIdPKY4Vz7IV6wTSc2RY2/s1600-h/mosaic247d914ead3ca932f676e7ecb661e1bb14dbe398.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372964380275362178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiid6RbRfb7YGdTcYnhSRBxX1f_OY0PLTrpDA2wbm-nyttACjueF7Vzn1K1iPSO99VEg2BrmuuEh_haEat43Cj6xjSHTL1ZnDJTRSoPGBgIqRYfoWSxyJhmzH-cIdPKY4Vz7IV6wTSc2RY2/s400/mosaic247d914ead3ca932f676e7ecb661e1bb14dbe398.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />the teachers are ready<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzolvAfjuFIShm9HpygJ43MKOO0vfSBcqXkj2s5oXYcWr4AQ0SiD0jdYMCdPdW9AlzdTlPTr7bfGwNgB2nzoTh1OqNLbLLdJzlZ4yn-Ed6R009lEjzKvgPqm3tTtfM_liCP-6ID2D_uad/s1600-h/DSCF5483.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372964390136392306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzolvAfjuFIShm9HpygJ43MKOO0vfSBcqXkj2s5oXYcWr4AQ0SiD0jdYMCdPdW9AlzdTlPTr7bfGwNgB2nzoTh1OqNLbLLdJzlZ4yn-Ed6R009lEjzKvgPqm3tTtfM_liCP-6ID2D_uad/s400/DSCF5483.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />the centers have been tested by a sweet little <a href="http://momentswithmason.blogspot.com/">face</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERVymXXTcW-MuNTHXfcXOfYJcEtx-ZTVznIA9DXntI6JxFlpRglREkMkHt-Alez6yuCfUYQgsbv1Q508LIbDA0FSHpl-YZbf02A_0W38b81kmo1DI-S1yggVLcKMlPlNoVJ3rk4xc6r5l/s1600-h/mosaicb4285dcb4fd1800a9791b3c30805c4540fc259a5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372964381813648002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERVymXXTcW-MuNTHXfcXOfYJcEtx-ZTVznIA9DXntI6JxFlpRglREkMkHt-Alez6yuCfUYQgsbv1Q508LIbDA0FSHpl-YZbf02A_0W38b81kmo1DI-S1yggVLcKMlPlNoVJ3rk4xc6r5l/s400/mosaicb4285dcb4fd1800a9791b3c30805c4540fc259a5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and all is ready<br />for the 24 sweet friends<br />who will show up in my door way this morning,<br />the first day of kindergarten,<br />with bright eyes and anxious feelings.<br />we have met some of them<br />and we have prayed for all of them<br />and we are excited to get to know them!<br /><br />and we want you to get to know them too!<br /><br />this year, we will have a class <a href="http://www.180daysofkindergarten.blogspot.com/">blog </a><br />:)<br />and i, along with my little friends, would love for you to read<br />and to comment on<br />all that we are learning in our little class<br /><a href="http://180daysofkindergarten.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p38/igotduckies/button-1-1.jpg"/></a> <br />our first post should be up sometime around 3:00 this afternoon.lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-55412123704569076302009-08-24T20:02:00.003-04:002009-08-24T20:04:08.588-04:00:)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Z_LW8GgNnSlwfM-LQFkPZVD2uHggt4xb1YnDOo2sQ9A1P94TF7TmTbp8-rakXTfGCqfSdJkDu4uSKVn_pJMWqUgvieeAAYLhO9gfCGeJt9N__NQ38egWVg4aa2lRoVuG-7M2KKjN7a37/s1600-h/0824091854.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Z_LW8GgNnSlwfM-LQFkPZVD2uHggt4xb1YnDOo2sQ9A1P94TF7TmTbp8-rakXTfGCqfSdJkDu4uSKVn_pJMWqUgvieeAAYLhO9gfCGeJt9N__NQ38egWVg4aa2lRoVuG-7M2KKjN7a37/s400/0824091854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373685310691337394" /></a><br />ahh, i love him!<br /><br />pray for him tomorrow, as he interviews for a job....<em>closer to home!</em>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-36088496642463294402009-08-23T05:00:00.001-04:002009-08-23T06:01:24.528-04:00be safe<div align="left">back in december,<br />i came home from work<br />to tell flake that i had gotten him a present</align> </div><br /><br /><div align="right"><align="right">now to be honest, i'm not good at being hush hush about<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">good surprises.</span><br />most people that know me IRL </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">(in real life....for those people like my mama who don't know bloggy shorthand)</span><br />can vouch for the fact that if i have a good surprise, like a gift, or exciting news,<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">i can't hold it in.</span><br />i just HAVE to tell (or give, show, etc)!!!<br />i hate waiting until christmas, birthdays, whatever days.....<br />i just can't stand it....</align> </div><div align="right"><br /><br /><div align="left">so ...... when i came home from work<br />and told flake i had gotten him a present,<br />he knew better than to ask me to keep it quiet until christmas<br /><em>however</em>.....he tried.<br />i told him, i wouldn't tell him what it was....<br />but i had to give him a hint.<br />(aka in l.o.v. language....i'm getting ready to cave!!) </div><div align="left"><br />so our conversation went something like this<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">but do remember....this took place 8 plus months ago....</span><br />l.o.v.: <em>i got you something today</em><br />flake: <em>a present? </em><br />l.o.v.: <em>yeah, well, kind of</em><br />flake: <em>kind of? well, don't tell me<br /></em>l.o.v.: <em>but</em><br />flake: <em>please, i'd like to have at least one surprise </em><br />l.o.v.: <em>fine, i won't tell you, but.....how about a hint?<br /></em>flake: <em>fine<br /></em>l.o.v.: <em>i got you something, but i don't want you to ever use it<br /></em>flake: <em>what?<br /></em>l.o.v.: <em>i got you something, but i don't want you to ever use it</em><br />flake: <em>i heard you, but i didn't understand you</em><br />l.o.v.: <em>and....it really isn't a christmas present<br /></em>flake: <em>what? .... fine, just tell me</em><br />l.o.v.: <em>yay! i got you accident insurance, but please don't ever use it!<br /></em><br />yep.....that's right....i got the boy accident insurance!<br />to those of you who know flake IRL....<br />you know that accident insurance is probably one of the best gifts the boy could ever get!<br />(both of us actually!)<br />neither of us were given much grace,<br />and both of us find ways to get hurt,<br />but always have good stories to tell in the end!<br />so, as you can imagine, i was quite excited with my purchase!<br /><br />fast forward to present day....<br />flake is making good safe choices....<br />(well at least he says he is....down in texas)<br />while LF, has put himself in some compromising situations....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIkTaB8qG-eeadeWCozGZMwM7DkRu9r5zlGSuD4D3-Xnof8KahFZ8J2oP2oOBX4XyAi2SIe-O4175i1dZNbnLpKJA2DxhI6Ty-9-DQ9ze7LeHkVP552AfeotS6sbR__T2g3IlbJLg3q6D/s1600-h/yearbook+yourself1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370617713427118978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIkTaB8qG-eeadeWCozGZMwM7DkRu9r5zlGSuD4D3-Xnof8KahFZ8J2oP2oOBX4XyAi2SIe-O4175i1dZNbnLpKJA2DxhI6Ty-9-DQ9ze7LeHkVP552AfeotS6sbR__T2g3IlbJLg3q6D/s400/yearbook+yourself1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />so i wonder, do you think that the accident insurance will cover him if he gets hurt?? </div></align></div>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-53649183946342290652009-08-22T06:00:00.001-04:002009-08-22T06:00:03.955-04:00happy<span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because it is saturday<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because i'll see you in two more days<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because you are who you are<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because i love you<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because you're precious<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because you make me smile<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because you're my best friend<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because i know you<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because you make me laugh<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because i'm thinking of you<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because god put you in my life<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">happy</span>, because today is your BIRTHDAY!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9YdekrYiAkwLZ_euxklhlIN1itPUGOCZaIogvAixl6IGK-iUY_qdbF8_6gRYshyAhYE0QH2QA99RqIOmCEmoPVxgYVmvPOFm8jneXQEij2ob1jACSHIYgzMx_ahnJbYfygmhnU9azhm2/s1600-h/4th+st+027.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9YdekrYiAkwLZ_euxklhlIN1itPUGOCZaIogvAixl6IGK-iUY_qdbF8_6gRYshyAhYE0QH2QA99RqIOmCEmoPVxgYVmvPOFm8jneXQEij2ob1jACSHIYgzMx_ahnJbYfygmhnU9azhm2/s400/4th+st+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372360215287213666" /></a><br />happy birthday flake!<br />i love you so much!<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(i just wish i was with you today to help you celebrate......)</span>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-4669601195028855232009-08-21T05:00:00.003-04:002009-08-21T05:00:01.085-04:00extrai <em>found</em> some more <a href="http://sunflowers-n-lov.blogspot.com/2009/08/through-years.html">pictures </a>of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LF</span> through the years<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3nYGY-oubDOrd46miSfcf62T1Vg3MGIkwVsBoL6jBFNW_2AIPPGEKee1TWEwpuYF3vP_XGflAX-d3T-HKqUQhO-lWC5rldoP4NpPj8glet4UqB77bx1JxZUu_xBeQ8RkJS2GKfOl6Ybj/s1600-h/yearbook+yourself2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370607517106132562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3nYGY-oubDOrd46miSfcf62T1Vg3MGIkwVsBoL6jBFNW_2AIPPGEKee1TWEwpuYF3vP_XGflAX-d3T-HKqUQhO-lWC5rldoP4NpPj8glet4UqB77bx1JxZUu_xBeQ8RkJS2GKfOl6Ybj/s400/yearbook+yourself2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />seems that he was <span style="font-size:180%;">quite busy</span><br />in lots of extracurricular activities!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>(can you tell i had a little too much fun with </em></span><a href="http://yearbookyourself.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>yearbook yourself</em></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>?)</em></span>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-44773355137479167342009-08-20T05:00:00.001-04:002009-08-20T06:10:04.257-04:00awesomedear person who <span style="font-size:180%;">stole</span> my phone,<br />you <span style="font-size:180%;">don't</span> know me, but you know my phone.<br />actually you probably know me better than i know you, being that you have access to my phone call records, text messages, pictures, and calendar.<br />i don't have anything to hide, but it kind of bothers me that you know so much about me, and all i know about you....is that <span style="font-size:180%;">you</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">don't seem to be very smart</span>.<br /><br />i'm not saying i'm the smartest person in the world,<br />especially when it comes to stealing,<br />in fact i'm not sure i know how to steal at all,<br />but i do feel like you might <span style="font-size:180%;">need</span> to know these few tips.<br /><br /><ul><li>when you steal a phone, off the charger, you <span style="font-size:180%;">might </span>want to take the charger too. eventually the phone's battery will die down, and then what will you do? it wasn't like the charger wasn't available to you, being that you had to physically unplug the phone from the charger.<br /></li><li>when you steal a phone, it <span style="font-size:180%;">probably</span> isn't smart to respond to text messages from people whose names are saved in the phone. those people actually know the person that owns the phone, and your sketchy ghetto talk comes across as "strange" to the person you might have texted. (example: <em>dat blu 1</em>)<br /></li><li>when you steal a phone, <span style="font-size:180%;">maybe</span> you shouldn't answer the phone when people call whose name and number are saved in the phone. being that they actually do know the person who you stole the phone from, and they might find it weird that someone answers the phone, and just makes noise. in fact those people might actually call back again.<br /></li><li>speaking of people calling the phone back again, they are calling because they want to talk to the person that owns the phone. so, maybe,<span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">just maybe you <span style="font-size:180%;">shouldn't </span>feel the need to call one of them back and ask a question like "why you keep calling this verizon phone?" and then don't follow that question up with "my sister done stole dis phone." <span style="font-size:180%;">really?!?!</span> i'm pretty sure the person you just told that to, figured you didn't get the phone from the store!<br /></span></li><li>and if you do choose to call a person back, who has been calling the phone which was stolen, next time, you <span style="font-size:180%;">might</span> not want to call from an unblocked land line, that can be traced, being that it is attached to a physical address. even if you did make a choice to call from a home that wasn't yours, the person that let you into their house, to use their phone, actually knows you, and is willing to give your name to the police, after the police trace the number, find the address, and spend lots of time at the home of the phone which you chose to use to call said person back.<br /></li></ul><p>so, dear <span style="font-size:180%;">not so smart person</span> who stole my phone from my classroom at school right off the charger,<br />i hope that you have learned a few things from this experience,<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">but if not</span>, i hope these suggestions might help you a little bit.<br />and remember, you're awesome<br />at being a complete idiot!<br /><br />sincerely,<br />l.o.v.</p>lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-3515459405393526712009-08-19T04:40:00.004-04:002009-08-19T05:54:08.680-04:00Laura Lane....Update!!thank you so much for praying for miss <a href="http://sunflowers-n-lov.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-praying_18.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">laura</span> lane</a>.<br />her mommy posted a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">facebook</span> note to update us all on what the doctor had to say.<br /><br /><ul><em>Hey everyone! Just got home from Duke.The doctor was amazing- not just because he gave us promising news but he spent a lot of time with us, showing us her MRI and explaining in great detail what was going on. I had never seen Laura's brain, never. So I was impressed that this doctor took the time to answer ALL of our questions and show us exactly what he was talking about.<br /><br />*** His conclusion was- no surgery. He said that Laura's ventricles are big but they have always been big. He also went on to explain that surgery at this time would be very dangerous, possibly causing her to need 2 shunts. Yeah I said it 2.<br />He is very cautious about shunts.<br />He also said... that she could just have a big head- he proceeded to look at Scott and say... like her dad :)<br />He suggested that she see an eye doctor just to look into her eyes and to maybe have a spinal study to check out her back and see how her nerves are doing.He was very impressed with this 19lb 15 oz bundle of pure <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lovin</span> that wowed him with her flirty and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">smily</span> personality.<br />His plan would be to have another MRI in 3 months keep monitoring her head and symptoms. He said that babies sometimes have extra fluid that they just grow into at about 18 months old (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">WOULDN'</span>T THAT BE A COMPLETE MIRACLE??????)- he also explained that if she does end up needing it-maybe just the procedure where they go in and fix the ventricle. Once a shunt goes in- it never comes out. It could potentially be bad- constantly in surgery fixing it.<br /><br />Scott and I are actually going to cancel the surgery that is scheduled for next week and get a 3rd opinion. Take her to an eye doctor and discuss all of this with her pediatrician.<br /><br />Thank you all so much for prayers and positive thoughts. I feel like tonight I will finally be able to rest just a little easier:) Love you all-and I will keep you posted!</em></ul><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8QPb7QszAhv2VnlB5fyuC12itAM2xg9qDkdjtz-6n4pUJFVj86wqgTe54R_oQj1A0KLfrHKL8MyiE8o-E_7rFVTl5NZQ4o_mv28s0OS1Pk-mwgOC8XQWqOJVz7ugj1LINVFGD6CHohDe/s1600-h/ll.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371594738161127522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8QPb7QszAhv2VnlB5fyuC12itAM2xg9qDkdjtz-6n4pUJFVj86wqgTe54R_oQj1A0KLfrHKL8MyiE8o-E_7rFVTl5NZQ4o_mv28s0OS1Pk-mwgOC8XQWqOJVz7ugj1LINVFGD6CHohDe/s400/ll.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />so, thank you! thank you for praying for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">laura</span> lane,<br />but please please keep her in your prayers!<br />pray that the third opinion will be aligned with this second opinion,<br />as well as pray that LL stays shunt free....even after 18 months of age.<br />she is a precious girl,<br />and she continues to help others see how great our God is!!lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2426752551384532062.post-10563291257212368042009-08-18T05:00:00.002-04:002009-08-18T06:35:59.263-04:00keep praying<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmSYAiBv1UQDAjcE39k_X-0alPThtIxmZ4W5ePIJB85aDLOP4S2COyaRNDrVkYBe5_jklrqtGc76HkTpmblzCWXt7SSzIAe6TAnnS24q95P6kQBUikBd6UDbCw-Nem-QPsg75pHldbQs1/s1600-h/Desktop3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370651351170142578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmSYAiBv1UQDAjcE39k_X-0alPThtIxmZ4W5ePIJB85aDLOP4S2COyaRNDrVkYBe5_jklrqtGc76HkTpmblzCWXt7SSzIAe6TAnnS24q95P6kQBUikBd6UDbCw-Nem-QPsg75pHldbQs1/s400/Desktop3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />please don't forget to keep miss laura lane in your prayers!!<br />if you need a reminder of what is going on with LL,<br />or want specifics to talk to God about,<br />please go read <a href="http://sunflowers-n-lov.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-laura-lane.html">this</a>.<br /><br />laura lane and her parents are heading to duke today to get a second opionion, so please keep them in your thoughts and prayers today and until we know for sure!!<br /><br />thanks oh so much!!lovhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149704753966119532noreply@blogger.com6