tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73088668763555768632024-02-22T00:37:45.215-08:00An Unexpected JourneyAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-7806383967558716872009-07-13T07:23:00.000-07:002009-07-13T07:42:30.467-07:00Where's My Little Boy?<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1P3Nka8ynCWU_NFo2QqdPhocqjWFbpST9_GHIBE99SutsDEaGgYsrnG1kGRxiMvZ6kRnZwV5MjGTrmwTwuWCuq-IfLvwLiGaLiLgXTNHvIHD49vhVGR0OzA3O5YdSwvKsXSlIwCOLnCM/s1600-h/screaming+j1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1P3Nka8ynCWU_NFo2QqdPhocqjWFbpST9_GHIBE99SutsDEaGgYsrnG1kGRxiMvZ6kRnZwV5MjGTrmwTwuWCuq-IfLvwLiGaLiLgXTNHvIHD49vhVGR0OzA3O5YdSwvKsXSlIwCOLnCM/s320/screaming+j1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357951098186939762" border="0" /></a><br />I realized I never posted a senior picture of my son, Jordan! He moved in when he was a chubby faced 3 1/2 year old. That was 15 years ago! Now he is tall and thin with a huge heart for people.<br /><br />He's thinking about going to college to become a history teacher. Jordan is passionate about any history he can learn and he loves to talk non-stop about anything he's learned! LOL! So I would love to see him be able to utilize his love for both history and telling facts. We used to call him our own little CNN news!<br /><br />Please pray for him as he is making life changing decisions. Thank you!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-72526590478775578272009-06-24T12:06:00.001-07:002009-06-24T12:16:57.771-07:00Wordless Wednesday<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3OSZzlBvN9XuhTb4YZeM3596pTesKbbrkNCaRGefTmu2Xk4gkJczcrZXtujawEyG7PLW0lEaLscGseTei-DYfPMZuT4sCZtTjoafF9XU9LbbXuogT18LN-quS-JF-jpX3fKQqoGqurk/s1600-h/Tongue.aspx"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3OSZzlBvN9XuhTb4YZeM3596pTesKbbrkNCaRGefTmu2Xk4gkJczcrZXtujawEyG7PLW0lEaLscGseTei-DYfPMZuT4sCZtTjoafF9XU9LbbXuogT18LN-quS-JF-jpX3fKQqoGqurk/s320/Tongue.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350974619603141234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now that's what I call dog tired!</span></span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-42530568796667285702009-06-10T11:28:00.000-07:002009-06-10T11:51:33.582-07:00Wordless Wednesday<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTE85UFo2U08rdgH6as6_8XtLWqXbfeY5tCy4KUy_p8mPhUVlfHfWAiNcCMWIpHZjXkZHb8sVVmUw3C75inPvvaLks3sa5HA4rVvuS-uyJEDZ3jvvjO2-lwCcuBy7PX81RSrRk0objug4/s1600-h/Dark+clouds.aspx"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTE85UFo2U08rdgH6as6_8XtLWqXbfeY5tCy4KUy_p8mPhUVlfHfWAiNcCMWIpHZjXkZHb8sVVmUw3C75inPvvaLks3sa5HA4rVvuS-uyJEDZ3jvvjO2-lwCcuBy7PX81RSrRk0objug4/s320/Dark+clouds.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345772268490204530" border="0" /></a><br />This was on a Monday evening. Ooh, scary!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgak5PZT7T8gq6u8V_Ta0wTH5La-vm3KUzt0zXPw5ah3RIfdMV2iUtD18G4bB-Scy_hQP9WIM9Qi6vWFfuI2ib2N9V4i7zs0LNvv43xq2wXbt0wsasRBU0BPcj9yx4kQgevNOF9LDL7suc/s1600-h/Clouds.aspx"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgak5PZT7T8gq6u8V_Ta0wTH5La-vm3KUzt0zXPw5ah3RIfdMV2iUtD18G4bB-Scy_hQP9WIM9Qi6vWFfuI2ib2N9V4i7zs0LNvv43xq2wXbt0wsasRBU0BPcj9yx4kQgevNOF9LDL7suc/s320/Clouds.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345772852727215106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This was the next evening. What a difference!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-2706903043608096832009-05-30T11:21:00.000-07:002009-05-30T11:30:30.270-07:00Camera Critters<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDk8g4w8dk9_CtUZ9ixYtumZaZihpEz9o1LwTg349NsFdWU6xs2u56aZjy5QOPkRvvmmntYYuRDv-t27g2hNbVxmD-eHhtTCjIXq8FCqkpGB2HancCTN8HDpQqnJW-YU1ItQTZFpsQlSQ/s1600-h/Morning+Woo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDk8g4w8dk9_CtUZ9ixYtumZaZihpEz9o1LwTg349NsFdWU6xs2u56aZjy5QOPkRvvmmntYYuRDv-t27g2hNbVxmD-eHhtTCjIXq8FCqkpGB2HancCTN8HDpQqnJW-YU1ItQTZFpsQlSQ/s320/Morning+Woo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341685219046140082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This is the lovely face I get to wake up to each morning! And trust me, she has morning breath too!<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;">Do you have a lovely picture to share? Join in the fun at <a href="http://camera-critters.blogspot.com/">Camera Critters </a>today!<br /></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-90684877046791826992009-05-29T08:10:00.001-07:002009-05-29T08:22:11.494-07:00Aloha Friday<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdryidodwZA7br-zZVnKmDh21QVcLJbiths3_vL_vBI__nLA4HbD8eg6X-6GJpVdUrhlCRrzI5FMJJLUIOs34aEIpKrt0Cxsm22hU-kRfQCyVGruNjEkId5jkf48QmZf1jczPJ7Q-rEr4/s1600-h/alohafriday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdryidodwZA7br-zZVnKmDh21QVcLJbiths3_vL_vBI__nLA4HbD8eg6X-6GJpVdUrhlCRrzI5FMJJLUIOs34aEIpKrt0Cxsm22hU-kRfQCyVGruNjEkId5jkf48QmZf1jczPJ7Q-rEr4/s320/alohafriday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341263524988229602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Do you Twitter?</span></span><br /><br />I'm looking for more people to follow. Like I don't have enough to do already! Please let me know your name so I can follow you!!<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-15162470909901207592009-05-25T11:47:00.001-07:002009-05-25T11:56:18.262-07:00In Honor<br><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEtC_1o-taK6DTdGSerxzx1W-plVdoN0Hg7eyQUVtjCZte55J8bc7szT_cWqopaG_fZYSQImJWNUB60duDnawyyBRm04UamGgxjm_wDVp6E84jVLdSZ9Z2V4KMinRCP1tNL4X6kdz0P7E/s1600-h/memorial-day.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEtC_1o-taK6DTdGSerxzx1W-plVdoN0Hg7eyQUVtjCZte55J8bc7szT_cWqopaG_fZYSQImJWNUB60duDnawyyBRm04UamGgxjm_wDVp6E84jVLdSZ9Z2V4KMinRCP1tNL4X6kdz0P7E/s320/memorial-day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339836466424430002" border="0" /></a><br />Thank You<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-5935687602700651752009-05-13T12:19:00.001-07:002009-05-13T12:22:41.193-07:00Wordless Wednesday<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-pKKYqwmk6gS_FUsn_Br98y2dH3EBZKAa3uAdEPs58RaXVS0jPmcohchRQ-zSjMPMrTkFjYPfsV0tixu5e7PWkB5zOGO8OR_SOjNMc_vidxO3m0iNZuOxe0KbgS5sSDG24qAI49vOcg/s1600-h/Funnel+Dog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-pKKYqwmk6gS_FUsn_Br98y2dH3EBZKAa3uAdEPs58RaXVS0jPmcohchRQ-zSjMPMrTkFjYPfsV0tixu5e7PWkB5zOGO8OR_SOjNMc_vidxO3m0iNZuOxe0KbgS5sSDG24qAI49vOcg/s320/Funnel+Dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335390501272829810" border="0" /></a><br />My baby had eye surgery on Monday. This new funnel thingy has been oh so much fun. As if she wasn't spoiled before, we now have to hold her bowl as she eats and drinks. And she still thinks that she can sleep right on top of her daddy with that thing on! I have to admit I have laughed a lot this week!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-21421685503511234972009-05-08T12:02:00.000-07:002009-05-08T13:03:58.311-07:001000 Blessing's Friday<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_k7k9oCzJREprwinOR03IwK84MLbbrYvoiAdj42Cwn9MeiC767Pyndr8W2WIK9HcbkDGxbB5jcJIoYQROq9I3nnDwX66GAXJoy1qwJouHPHd33GL-tGkHnBn-pOPaSCvKsGe7XdLqgoY/s1600-h/box--blessings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_k7k9oCzJREprwinOR03IwK84MLbbrYvoiAdj42Cwn9MeiC767Pyndr8W2WIK9HcbkDGxbB5jcJIoYQROq9I3nnDwX66GAXJoy1qwJouHPHd33GL-tGkHnBn-pOPaSCvKsGe7XdLqgoY/s320/box--blessings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330933412836223746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">326.</span> My daughter had quite a scare and was told she could possibly have a tumor in her head or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Meniere's</span> disease. She had an MRI done and it showed it was neither of those. There is something wrong and we will find out on the 11th. But for now I am thankful for the good news!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">327. </span>My son ran away from home a couple Sundays ago and moved in with his sister. I do see where he is learning that it was not the wisest choice to make and he is dealing with the consequences. It's hard watching your child turn from God. I am placing my child completely in His arms and know that His plan is best. Please do pray for my son. He is very naive and a follower. He just wants to fit in somewhere. He does have a heart for people, but right now his heart is completely self focused.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">328.</span> It's always a blessing when money comes in to the shop! A new customer just showed up and wants all kinds of things done to his Mustang and he put down a deposit. Just when the bank account was very, very dry! God is good and I see His miracles all the time!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">329.</span> Blessed with new friends on Twitter! I love getting to know people! Do you Twitter?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">330. </span>I was part of a blessing for someone else this week and it sure feels good! My best friend's daughter has started dating a young man with a rough background. He wants to be in church and is open to the teaching. All of the sudden he quit wanting to come to church. Come to find out he didn't have a Bible and had no money for one either.<br /><br />My friend told me that she wanted to buy him one, but money was also tight for her as well. She wanted to get him a parallel Bible because he does have some reading difficulties.<br /><br />It just so happens that my mom gave me a nice parallel Bible a month ago with the NIV version and the Message. It is a beautiful brown and blue leather bound Bible. Very masculine looking. I immediately sent Bridget out to my car to go get it. It was still in the box! She said it was perfect.<br /><br />She asked me how much I wanted for it. I said, "NOTHING!" I had been saving the Bible back for just the right person. And he was it!<br /><br />Bridget emailed me and told me she gave him the Bible. He asked where she got it from that he wanted to pay her back somehow. She told him it came from Jesus and it was his for the keeping. I guess he smiled and even smelled it and held it with pride.aid, "Yes, it did come from Jesus because He loves me."<br /><br />Is that not sweet? Please pray for this young man. He's 18 and his name is Shannen. He has been tossed around from family to family and has nothing. Well, except his Bible. And it has ALL the answers!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-29377177359138558742009-05-06T07:06:00.000-07:002009-05-06T07:13:20.687-07:00Wordless Wednesday<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEnrrKg_n6uDam1-TK6T7MMU0jE5Hl730hrks9NrGIDoq2GDc4Xz9wG_o2CRgsxa_IlDA0869g5-ovP_5Cnm-20UaX24A0PFZwxBSDSCKrhNB_wPOzdKYU2aDiXOeiFyFDpeCPuTiURk/s1600-h/DSCN0175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigEnrrKg_n6uDam1-TK6T7MMU0jE5Hl730hrks9NrGIDoq2GDc4Xz9wG_o2CRgsxa_IlDA0869g5-ovP_5Cnm-20UaX24A0PFZwxBSDSCKrhNB_wPOzdKYU2aDiXOeiFyFDpeCPuTiURk/s320/DSCN0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332713126446207602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPMrG2Bi29fI1D3iCkyTaJib5EnkIfDNYN-6yG9wc8a2e8_jQ6NTHZlXrNCyYq6suM468WaC_I8wyIvfgfcE4Arzj7SJizdSuNTst8ITxKbHfBDZJakHx5INVQBhvkcJX7A6hvbPy_Jo/s1600-h/DSCN0174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPMrG2Bi29fI1D3iCkyTaJib5EnkIfDNYN-6yG9wc8a2e8_jQ6NTHZlXrNCyYq6suM468WaC_I8wyIvfgfcE4Arzj7SJizdSuNTst8ITxKbHfBDZJakHx5INVQBhvkcJX7A6hvbPy_Jo/s320/DSCN0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332713045714299442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I saw this car at our local library the other day and just couldn't believe it. To me, this is not funny. This person needs help. I can't imagine getting in a car completely filled with trash. This made me very sad.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-38583336824885380462009-04-29T12:42:00.001-07:002009-04-29T12:43:38.835-07:00Wordless Wednesday<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4XipngM88Y-W0zI0leMvRgEtPcv_13Aj3n-nLNdX2p9XHu34XzryLlXekI23fIXKSLHWwR7n_aqgcp5f_IGCzDm3q-WRusMTCKnwYAkmejAXvUcXa_HJCc1DDoKnXD6B7w3wju8LWrA/s1600-h/swine+flu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4XipngM88Y-W0zI0leMvRgEtPcv_13Aj3n-nLNdX2p9XHu34XzryLlXekI23fIXKSLHWwR7n_aqgcp5f_IGCzDm3q-WRusMTCKnwYAkmejAXvUcXa_HJCc1DDoKnXD6B7w3wju8LWrA/s320/swine+flu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330201107978443634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ewww!<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-44905316796574826202009-04-17T06:51:00.000-07:002009-04-17T11:46:49.079-07:001000 Blessing's Friday<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFwJ1rFEr3cePBA2irYKQFUZsea5iYpHZs1tfsu9yGpKnlft92aDFJ66lG0Ox59gM1biia2-cIXgq4Sk5TGoTyo-6fGS-ctLQoNCPIdcrDCVwdCJVmr1rmLW5RSzUoxK9qJaT6rts9uEA/s1600-h/BLESSINGS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFwJ1rFEr3cePBA2irYKQFUZsea5iYpHZs1tfsu9yGpKnlft92aDFJ66lG0Ox59gM1biia2-cIXgq4Sk5TGoTyo-6fGS-ctLQoNCPIdcrDCVwdCJVmr1rmLW5RSzUoxK9qJaT6rts9uEA/s320/BLESSINGS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313040759833875346" border="0" /></a><br />The following quotes have been a real blessing to me this week. It's just what I needed to hear!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">321.</span> “Give yourself permission not to know and be satisfied knowing the One who does.” ~ Joyce Meyer<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">322.</span> “Let God's promises shine on your problems.” ~ Corrie Ten Boom<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">323.</span> "I don't know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everybody." ~ Bill Cosby<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">324. </span>“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.” Corrie Ten Boom<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">325.</span> "I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all, but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess." ~ Martin Luther<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Do you have a favorite quote? If so, please share!<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-17322350088063935422009-04-01T11:47:00.000-07:002009-04-17T10:54:51.230-07:00Praying For StellanUPDATE: This precious baby was flown to Boston to the Children's Hospital. Please keep praying he gets the care he needs. He's been in the hospital for almost a month I believe. While our lives continue theirs has stopped in a sense. Please take a moment or two to visit McMamma's blog and get to know them. This little guy is famous all around the world! Cool things are happening. God is using Stellan in mighty ways!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"><img alt="Prayers for Stellan" src="http://www.preshwebdesign.com/images/stellanprayers.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />This little one needs our prayers! Please visit this mom and read her story. She has hundreds and hundreds of readers. And she is an amazing photographer! Please take some time to get to know them and pray for this little guy. Thanks!<br /></center>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-86951088138241682952009-03-28T09:28:00.000-07:002009-03-28T10:43:58.836-07:00Whew, What A Week!I've got that sniffling, sneezing, aching, coughing, stuffy head, fever, but I can't rest feeling. Sigh!<br /><br />In other news, I want to brag on my husband a little bit. This is the 45th anniversary of the Mustang. The editor of Mustang Monthly did an article of the 45 most significant Mustangs of ALL time. My husband, David, made the list!<br /><br />Oh yes, he did! Uh huh!! I doubt many of you buy Mustang Monthly, but if your husband does the article is in the April issue on page 34!! What's cool too is the gentleman that wrote the article has seen thousands upon thousands of Mustangs during his career. So to make it in the top 45 is quite an accomplishment!<br /><br />My husband and I both give the praise to God for we know that we can do nothing without Him!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZ_30S1_3dIsEgzllfP0-_29tATkyE8yjHV2AsD5zwXaEmIzTP9QGs4iA_JID1VjiQqD-6l98wgB25ppfeqIjH3Ih8NhX8kLmcneKYICTD7wmVm1AYl3MVW0ph1DhDbPgNHgyRCCZIQA/s1600-h/MM.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVZ_30S1_3dIsEgzllfP0-_29tATkyE8yjHV2AsD5zwXaEmIzTP9QGs4iA_JID1VjiQqD-6l98wgB25ppfeqIjH3Ih8NhX8kLmcneKYICTD7wmVm1AYl3MVW0ph1DhDbPgNHgyRCCZIQA/s320/MM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318294284062403218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is not the April issue, but this is my hubby on the cover with the car that made the top 45!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-58682114016150212292009-03-17T14:12:00.000-07:002009-03-17T14:31:38.870-07:00What Makes Me Smile?<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYHJtZGr7FjwSiH8JDOhM9brRGEGCs3_xA7IRYFo59n375efyGA8txy8kT53A46XwmnND57DD_hs3GgCRBUaQ0GwG0oiT8ao2zsozrlJQdnkTY2qJnZwqkcmAZP8lzK33CCvw4-ussCuM/s1600-h/smile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYHJtZGr7FjwSiH8JDOhM9brRGEGCs3_xA7IRYFo59n375efyGA8txy8kT53A46XwmnND57DD_hs3GgCRBUaQ0GwG0oiT8ao2zsozrlJQdnkTY2qJnZwqkcmAZP8lzK33CCvw4-ussCuM/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314267912820289586" border="0" /></a><br />First and foremost knowing that I have a Savior who loved me enough to die for me so that I may have eternal life!<br /><br />I found a couple of new blogs to read and they just touch the very center of my heart.<br /><br /><a href="http://smilesandtrials.blogspot.com/">Smiles & Trials</a> I just love this family! You need to read from beginning to end about all of their wonderful children. I promise it will be worth the time!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">My Charming Kids </a> This woman takes the most gor-ja-mous photos I have ever seen! She's a lot of fun too! Again, I would read from beginning to end!<br /><br />I hope you are having a wonderful week!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-52943406384767097152009-03-11T10:59:00.000-07:002009-03-11T11:21:25.112-07:00Change<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWRVAWbigYbYbOjs86zjZc3Yr2n3j7djH4avt1rDE7ecN3WdNn7VUik8TjV1iUej2Ar_zijlAdoF7RAaS6T6u4kJzK4NLLJo5vZknRSV4Zbnqr3xCDh6KTsYWM7SuGK-osJ-Z22qhyphenhyphenH0/s1600-h/heart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWRVAWbigYbYbOjs86zjZc3Yr2n3j7djH4avt1rDE7ecN3WdNn7VUik8TjV1iUej2Ar_zijlAdoF7RAaS6T6u4kJzK4NLLJo5vZknRSV4Zbnqr3xCDh6KTsYWM7SuGK-osJ-Z22qhyphenhyphenH0/s320/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311993854820153762" border="0" /></a><br />I'm the first to admit that I do not handle change well. This is a problem! For the past several weeks at church we have been doing the Bible study "Changed Into His Image".<br /><br />At first I sat there and listened and would think to myself, "Hmmm, I sure hope my husband is paying attention to this because it's exactly what he needs to hear."<br /><br />But that very next week while doing the daily devotions in the book I soon realized that it was ME who needed to change. OUCH! The truth hurts, I tell ya!<br /><br />My husband and I are going through it together and both making changes in our lives and with each other. We've got a long way to go, but we've finally turned a corner and we're headed in the right direction!<br /><br />I praise God for our pastor and his wisdom in knowing how to teach this amazing study. He brings out so many aspects that sometimes I overlook when doing the study on my own.<br /><br />If you are looking for a new devotion book I highly recommend this one and be prepared to change and be willing to let the Lord do it!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Change My Heart Oh God<br />Change my heart oh God<br />Make it ever true<br />Change my heart oh God<br />May I be like You<br /><br />Change my heart oh God<br />Make it ever true<br />Change my heart oh God<br />May I be like You<br /><br />You are the potter<br />I am the clay<br />Mold me and make me<br />This is what I pray<br /><br />Change my heart oh God<br />Make it ever true<br />Change my heart oh God<br />May I be like You </div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-12077903319623025212009-02-25T00:03:00.000-08:002009-03-11T11:22:04.619-07:00Wordless Wednesday<br><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcYhEich7u4VX33Q6JQjWflJHXd9Up2gKn-eKJE9t-PYPsO3cA3j-Z7qgHLJBlBwUHoeO5gcAdt6Qu9nJ-dByrjd_Udt_I1wXM53cdYH_jVhmN21p_i41mSiOd2zVWFSdkLtr2X2lqHHE/s1600-h/corn+dog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcYhEich7u4VX33Q6JQjWflJHXd9Up2gKn-eKJE9t-PYPsO3cA3j-Z7qgHLJBlBwUHoeO5gcAdt6Qu9nJ-dByrjd_Udt_I1wXM53cdYH_jVhmN21p_i41mSiOd2zVWFSdkLtr2X2lqHHE/s320/corn+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306457296835163746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As a kid a TV dinner was such a treat. Imagine my delight when I saw that Banquet was concerned for me as a consumer and now sell an even higher "quality" product. I never knew a corn dog would be considered as a select recipe. LOL! And at almost twice the price of a regular TV dinner I'm wondering now why I didn't stock up. Too funny! I'm still laughing about this one!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-2343217213379186642009-02-19T10:12:00.000-08:002009-03-11T11:22:27.008-07:00Thursday Thirteen #12<br><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34aDkf9L1HInPyX67SwJHEra0hJqEu6R9emfREapOF6oHWKTlqWyqlBBskygFGwzeI4bRtYIyzbqsUJjy9ShTF_B_scYG2AmWf3YDVNbzFtdkeduJC_ipNZV3E2yeDp_r9k0Wo8FZujk/s1600-h/Block_with_letter_L.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34aDkf9L1HInPyX67SwJHEra0hJqEu6R9emfREapOF6oHWKTlqWyqlBBskygFGwzeI4bRtYIyzbqsUJjy9ShTF_B_scYG2AmWf3YDVNbzFtdkeduJC_ipNZV3E2yeDp_r9k0Wo8FZujk/s320/Block_with_letter_L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291585332045997586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thirteen Things About Me That Start With The Letter "L" </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />1. Loves of my life - </span><span>First, my Savior. Second, my husband David. Third, list making! I take the first two very seriously though.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />2. Laughing - </span><span>I'm glad I can laugh at myself, but it's good to be able to learn something too!<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />3. Listening to my husband sing - </span><span>My husband has an amazing talent and I'm glad he has chosen to use it again for the Lord. He is singing I Stand In Awe by Chris Rice this Sunday. It gives me goosebumps every time!<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />4. Licking the mix out of the bowl - </span><span>sometimes I would rather eat the leftover cookie dough or lick the cake batter than enjoy the end result!<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />5. Lemonade - </span><span>pink, preferably please! Since I quit drinking NOS energy drink I've switched to this. And water! Can't forget that.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />6. Leftovers - </span><span>they don't bother me a bit and sometimes I like them better than when it was first made. Especially soups!<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />7. Letters - </span><span>you remember the hand written kind? I love to get one in the mail and hold it in my hands and read it over and over. I cherish them and hold on to them forever!<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />8. Lazy days - </span><span>I haven't had one of these in SOOOOO long. I want and I think need a day where I can lounge around for most of the day and do things like read a book or play a game with the family or just lay in bed curled up with my husband and dream of our future. Sounds good to me!<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />9. Leaves - </span><span>when they begin to change in the fall! Oh my, do we have some beautiful trees here that I look forward to watching change!<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />10. Loraine - </span><span>that's my moms name. Since my dad died two years ago she has aged 15 years herself. Her personality has changed, she has become demanding, she is different. My brother and I are going to have to make some tough decisions in the near future. Please pray for us that we do His will, not ours.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />11. Limping - </span><span>I am quite bionic with my replaced knees and new hips, but I still limp quite a bit. And that's okay. It used to bother me to get called names like Hop-along or crip, but now I embrace it. I've come a long way and am doing so well now. God is good, without Him I can't imagine what my life would be like.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />12. Long lost friends - </span><span>It's been great re-connecting with old class mates and friends from church through Facebook! I love my friends! No matter how far apart we are they are forever in my heart!<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />13. The Love Dare - </span><span>I just watched Fireproof on Friday and am waiting to get my book, but have started already. I love this! Good stuff. My husband really enjoyed it too. It hit home with us for sure.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center">I Stand In Awe</div><br /><br /><br /><div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center">I long to leave this world behind me<br />With its hatred, pain and fear<br />When I’m reminded of my journey<br />That I’m just a pilgrim here<br />Then my eyes begin to fill with tears<br /><br />That’s when I think about eternity<br />And a place I’ve never seen<br />I wonder how it’s gonna be<br />and I’m caught up in a dream<br />Where I find myself at Jesus’ feet<br /><br />I stand in awe of one so Holy<br />I stand amazed before His majesty<br />And soon I find myself no longer standing<br />But bowing down in His glory<br />Knowing I’m unworthy<br />Until His hand of mercy<br />Raises me again to stand in awe<br /><br />Someday my dream will be reality<br />When He finally takes us home<br />From every nation, tribe and family<br />He will come to claim His own<br />And we’ll find ourselves before His throne<br /><br />We’ll stand in awe of one so Holy<br />We’ll stand amazed before His Majesty<br />And soon we’ll find ourselves no longer standing<br />But bowing down in His glory<br />Knowing we’re unworthy<br />Until His hand of mercy<br />Raises us again to stand in awe</div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-30191930296874152122009-02-16T10:18:00.000-08:002009-02-16T10:45:01.946-08:00"Not Me!" Monday/<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZZRyALkqkg9Ws9IJoIzpVtand4xd-MIyASoEz_89GOwgeYTpTHD9xmBPnwKgMiKZ8M-O7EKxFCdjLOjfrHOk2u_q_fgjCuaI5pmW5shyCSH7sEASGx2xIsF3OhqFO8EKKOnfLe7kNcc/s1600-h/NotMeMonday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZZRyALkqkg9Ws9IJoIzpVtand4xd-MIyASoEz_89GOwgeYTpTHD9xmBPnwKgMiKZ8M-O7EKxFCdjLOjfrHOk2u_q_fgjCuaI5pmW5shyCSH7sEASGx2xIsF3OhqFO8EKKOnfLe7kNcc/s320/NotMeMonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303461595172081778" border="0" /></a><br />It was <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT I</span> who was hungry and yet so tired that I opened some ravioli and ate a few right from the can. Don't judge me!<br /><br />And nope, it <span style="font-weight: bold;">WASN'T ME</span> that ran out of drinking glasses so I used a measuring cup for my iced tea.<br /><br />I <span style="font-weight: bold;">WOULD NEVER</span> be so lazy that I threw in the whites, darks and dress clothes together in the washer. And I<span style="font-weight: bold;"> WON'T ADMIT</span> that some of our undies are a disgusting gray color now.<br /><br />It really <span style="font-weight: bold;">WAS NOT ME</span> who spent a lot of Valentine's day Twittering even though I'm not really sure what it's all about instead of paying attention to my husband. Why did I start that too?<br /><br />But it<span style="font-weight: bold;"> WAS ME</span> that learned so much yesterday at church on worshiping God in the midst of trials and then last night a valuable lesson on being humble. I can do <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOTHING</span> on my own. Any success, no matter how big or small, comes directly from Him!<br /><br /><br /><br />Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama</a>. You can head over to <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">her blog</a> to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-56759007569610431422009-02-13T08:54:00.000-08:002009-02-13T09:13:11.214-08:001000 Blessing's Friday<br>/<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OzepThKfmqsiG-5-Zueql7JaqI6WzP3AJ0MRSBGg-AiIpuonAw8mrJQEzlj_jLs3aAvS-WdoJf-atVquEBY6kRYmnEt6GV5FkuY7r4EWnOBSkowFsYKESlz80Lg6Z0-8JUEEQMZTb6A/s1600-h/ud_sz_pstr_chin_up.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OzepThKfmqsiG-5-Zueql7JaqI6WzP3AJ0MRSBGg-AiIpuonAw8mrJQEzlj_jLs3aAvS-WdoJf-atVquEBY6kRYmnEt6GV5FkuY7r4EWnOBSkowFsYKESlz80Lg6Z0-8JUEEQMZTb6A/s320/ud_sz_pstr_chin_up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302327146392637442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">1000 BLESSING'S FRIDAY<br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">316. </span>My mammogram came back free and clear! I admit I didn't want to go. I'm 44 and should have done this years ago. My husband has begged me to go all this time and if anything I should have gone because he asked me to. But it's all good now!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">317. </span>I've been able to reconnect with some very old friends on Facebook! I definitely spend too much time on there, but it is SO nice to get reacquainted!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">318</span>. I got my hair cut last night and for once I really, really like it! It is going to be easy to do in the mornings which is great because my fingers are pretty stiff then. I've never had a haircut where I can wash it and dry it and go. Until now!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">319.</span> My back is getting stronger all the time. I've been able to really help this week in the kitchen, doing laundry and even took a long shower without using my seat! Much progress! Taking it one day at a time baby.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">320. </span>My husband has been very sweet all week and sending me texts of why he loves me! It's been a rough few years for he and I. The trials aren't over yet, but we're making changes and working at it! We'll be married 25 years this year. Wow!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">How have you been blessed this week?<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-50523381344996038402009-02-09T13:23:00.001-08:002009-02-09T13:38:42.418-08:00"Not Me!" Monday<br>/<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAHG4PYzX2sT-62I4BennPNZ1nwFJPbUHsHLAlZwPcx5-GTis9hwb2EOK0f5mkDYDc7Y225se_KNPvf1Nol3Vpyw4Jkb5aJDEQvaLjN7rbfaPLm-qUzr9kE4_XVZt-dNGf0x5a6gaces/s1600-h/NotMeMonday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAHG4PYzX2sT-62I4BennPNZ1nwFJPbUHsHLAlZwPcx5-GTis9hwb2EOK0f5mkDYDc7Y225se_KNPvf1Nol3Vpyw4Jkb5aJDEQvaLjN7rbfaPLm-qUzr9kE4_XVZt-dNGf0x5a6gaces/s320/NotMeMonday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300911543323231330" border="0" /></a><br />Welcome to another addition of <span style="font-style: italic;">Not Me! </span>Monday, where we can be brutally honest with each other, and live to tell about it.<br /><br />I got the test results back from my first mammogram and I am happy to report that I can say <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT ME</span>, nope, free and clear from breast cancer! PTL!<br /><br />No, it really <span style="font-weight: bold;">WASN'T ME</span> that got the giggles in church yesterday at a very inappropriate time. Well, when is an appropriate time to be giggling during church? I had to excuse myself for a few minutes until I gained some composure.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOPE, NOT ME</span>. It wasn't me who ate four oatmeal creme pies from Little Debbie on Sunday while working on tax stuff. And they weren't even that good. With all the freshness and stuff I could barely choke them down. Thank goodness for that glass of chocolate milk!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span> will continue to <span style="font-weight: bold;">DENY</span> that I did see the dog throw up and left it on the shop floor for my husband to clean. Don't judge me. It was on concrete. Thank goodness!<br /><br />Twitter this and Twitter that. It was <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT ME</span> that joined this fad. Like I need another distraction from doing my real work. Pssst, but if you are a Twitterer please let me know!<br /><br /><br />This blog carnival was created by <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama</a>. Head over to <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">her blog</a> to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week. I promise you won't be sorry!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-6579681041172043562009-02-02T11:11:00.001-08:002009-02-03T12:59:41.316-08:00What I Learned This Week<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/about-2/what-i-learned-this-week"><img src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/dcrdesign/What-I-Learned-This-Week.jpg" alt="" width="205" border="0" height="175" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1.</span> I am 44 and went for my first mammogram this week. Over due I know. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I learned</span> that a squashed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bosom</span> can be quite painful. But to ease my pain and suffering I was given a bar of chocolate afterward the test!! <span style="font-weight: bold;">I learned</span> I recover quickly when given a Hershey bar. ;o)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I learned</span> that when you drink a NOS energy drink practically everyday for months and months you get addicted to the caffeine. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I also learned</span> that when you decide to quit drinking them because you know that it is SO bad for you that you will have a migraine for days and days. Not fun, but will be worth it in the end.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I am learning</span> that my frustrations and lack of patience is my own fault because I won't say no to people. It is okay to say no once in awhile. Even to your own mother who doesn't understand it. She will live.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4.</span> I have no money. Seriously. Our line of work (restoring old Mustangs) has been affected by the economy<span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span>My husband<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>and I are really praying fervently on what we should do next. He keeps opening doors for us that tells us we should continue. We want to do His will not ours. And sometimes that is very hard.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I am learning</span> to be still and listen. Please pray for us as we wait on His answer!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Anything you're willing to admit you've learned this week? Join the fun at <a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/2009/02/what-i-learned-this-week.html">Musings of a Housewife</a>.<br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-24567803084563515542009-02-02T10:36:00.000-08:002009-02-02T10:52:21.631-08:00"Not Me" Monday<br>/<center> <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"> <img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/BLOG%20DESIGN/ONCEUPONABLOG/NotMeMonday.jpg" /> </a></center><br /><br />Welcome to <span style="font-style: italic;">Not Me! </span>Monday, where we can be brutally honest with each other, and live to tell about it.<br /><br />Yay for new memes! I saw this one today at several of the blogs I read and have been laughing ever since!<br /><br />So....<br /><br />It was NOT ME who griped and complained that I never have a moments peace to get my work done.<br /><br />It was NOT MY family that decided to give me ALL day Saturday to do my paper work.<br /><br />No, it was NOT ME who couldn't get motivated for a long, long time because the house was too quiet. Where were all the usual interruptions?<br /><br />It was NOT ME that made excuse after excuse for not taking full advantage of the day.<br /><br />It is NOT ME that just completed some very important paper work that is due TODAY!<br /><br /><br /><br />This blog carnival was created by <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">MckMama</a>. You can head over to <a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/">her blog</a> to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-55257469314669369312009-01-20T07:57:00.000-08:002009-01-21T06:53:03.500-08:00Tuesday Top Ten<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Top Ten Things I Should Be Doing, But I'm Not</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1.</span> Leaving comments when I visit you. I have been very, very bad lately. How do you know if I've stopped by if I don't say hi?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. </span>Getting my year end tax stuff done. Yeah, this is worse than not leaving comments. I have deadlines to meet and I'm not doing so well. Gotta focus.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3.</span> Taking pictures. I got a really nice little camera for Christmas and have yet to learn how to work it. I was so excited when I got it because I realized I could actually start putting pics on my blog. Yes, I am ashamed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4.</span> Keeping up with the laundry. If I don't get a load done every night then it tends to pile up quickly. When I work from nine in the morning until eight or so at night I'm too pooped to think about it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5.</span> I really want and need to e-mail some friends. I have made a new friend that also has arthritis and she enjoys having someone to vent too that understands her pain and frustrations. It's been a couple of months since I wrote her and that's just too long. I also have another dear friend that's been going through some rough times and I haven't been encouraging her like I want to. I let my own family trials get in the way of helping others.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6</span>. Oh my do I have stacks and stacks of papers to file for our business! I despise filing. Enough said!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. </span>Cleaning out the fridge. I went to get some spaghetti sauce last night in the fridge that I thought was still fresh. Boy was I mistaken! I am not looking forward to that job. Weak stomach have I.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8.</span> Putting away the Christmas stuff. Yeah, it's generally all together, but I need to actually organize it and have someone take it back down to the basement. Why do I get so lazy?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9.</span> I should be spending less time on Facebook. Yikes, I can't believe I wrote that! I love me some Facebook.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10.</span> Drinking more water instead of my NOS or other sodas even if they are diet. One good thing is I've given up McDonald's sweet tea. Do you have any idea how hard that was? But I did it!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-72292888646279975022009-01-16T12:50:00.000-08:002009-01-16T13:19:56.416-08:001000 Blessing Friday's<br/><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNU2P99a0RPTAayREGgsnF20ZQARjZ_cdZbTq9HJhqK2iThdE55GLPvwkiRMJgTvQIU167SArKJp_pGLcrXor_EUFXTbNYrCzLWtadmoXNLGk1x0YQX2MmkMJo56UNBg41-5hSUqMRaLg/s1600-h/count_your_blessings_web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNU2P99a0RPTAayREGgsnF20ZQARjZ_cdZbTq9HJhqK2iThdE55GLPvwkiRMJgTvQIU167SArKJp_pGLcrXor_EUFXTbNYrCzLWtadmoXNLGk1x0YQX2MmkMJo56UNBg41-5hSUqMRaLg/s320/count_your_blessings_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291997623392448146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">311</span>. We started the Bible study <span style="font-style: italic;">Changed Into His Image</span> last Sunday night! I think the most important thing I learned that night was it's easy to look at the person next to you and hope they are listening to what is being taught and then realizing that what the pastor says is really for <span style="font-weight: bold;">ME</span>. I had to take a step back and ask myself why I do some of the things I do. Is it really to please God and glorify Him or is it to keep peace in the family because I don't like dealing with conflict? This series is going to be great!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">312</span>. I know some of you are colder than we are here in Indiana at -19 degrees. And no, that's not the wind chill temp! But as I sat in my nice warm house and turned up the heat to 71 degrees I couldn't help but think of all the homeless people out in this weather. Where I live I don't see anyone on the streets or asking for money so I admit I don't always think of those that are without shelter. I want to see what I can do to help.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">313.</span> Willpower. I know that might sound crazy, but it's true. Not that I can resist everything, but I am getting better at wanting to eat when I'm not even hungry and that feels like an accomplishment!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">314.</span> Achy bones. I won't say I am blessed because I hurt, but because of the severe drop in temperature I have hurt more which means I am slower in the mornings which means we don't get to work too early anymore which means I am not at the shop for twelve hours a day! Now don't get me wrong. I don't mind working. But it's nice to be able to take some work home and do it there in my pajamas! Oh how I wish we could have pajama day at work. LOL<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">315</span>. Laughter. To me laughing is really a blessing. I can laugh at myself. I laugh at people on American Idol (probably when I shouldn't, but I do). I laugh a lot at my bulldog! My kids and husband like to dance goofy for me just so I will laugh. Even on days when I hurt terribly it's nice to be able to laugh and know that tomorrow will probably be better. And if not, I pull out my old Peanuts comic books from when I was a kid!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How have you been blessed this week?</span><br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308866876355576863.post-64922914428638242992009-01-14T12:04:00.001-08:002009-01-14T12:08:47.881-08:00Wordless Wednesday<br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyRRKKcyPC2ZM6-MNZL6hu5bjTMsyjuR8eg3GKQDMkzokKETLVKYO7k4SIHATL8Iyvpj9X0XUpDtsF9woHI05JtuIGQlT1lsvm6pNUnNnABql07wbBcbomiQCE2qbxFTWyMXOlY8xnMi0/s1600-h/cold+woo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyRRKKcyPC2ZM6-MNZL6hu5bjTMsyjuR8eg3GKQDMkzokKETLVKYO7k4SIHATL8Iyvpj9X0XUpDtsF9woHI05JtuIGQlT1lsvm6pNUnNnABql07wbBcbomiQCE2qbxFTWyMXOlY8xnMi0/s320/cold+woo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291242882299137058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Poor girl was shivering on the ride to work this morning. Spoiled dog!</span><br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00454131359504746377noreply@blogger.com4