<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318</id><updated>2012-01-23T13:09:23.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because He Gave</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-5453337414350176374</id><published>2011-07-25T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T21:31:56.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Ive Learned in a Summer full of 100+ degree Temps</title><content type='html'>According to&lt;a href="http://www.srh.noaa.gov/fwd/?n=danncon10"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; website we are on our 24th consecutive day of 100+ degree temps for the Dallas/Ft Worth area.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am currently 31 weeks pregnant in my 5th pregnancy and very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that's probably an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, trying to look at the bright side of this current situation, I've been mentally thinking of things I've learned through this heat. I thought- ya know so I can look back and remember this summer in all its hot glory- that I would write them all out here as a simple reminder that it's not &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;Right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A $200 initial {ahh key word there} investment in an above ground pool is worth every.single.penny.&lt;br /&gt;2. If I thought it was hard being pregnant any other summer {this is my 5th pregnancy and 5th time spending the Summer pregnant} I was wrong. This one is by far the hottest and hardest with a 3 year old and almost 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leaving the house to hang out with friends was much more appealing when I was 40 pounds lighter and it was 30 degrees cooler. {sorry guys}&lt;br /&gt;4. I can get a lot more laundry done when I'm home instead of out hanging out with friends and having playdates. :) {shhh dont tell Derek}&lt;br /&gt;5. The kids really do survive weeks on end without playing with friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. Surprisingly, when we're home more the kids all get along better. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;7. A trampoline with a sprinkler spraying on it provides HOURS of uninterrupted fun for 4 kids ages 1-10.&lt;br /&gt;8. I discovered &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/lindslane/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;9. We spend a lot less money eating out when the desire to stay home, in the cool air, over rides the desire {read: laziness} to not cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 10th thing I've learned this Summer full of 100+ degree temps is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The Lord is changing my heart towards home again. Even if it took over 30 {non-consecutive} days so far this summer to give me the desire to stay home more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-5453337414350176374?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/5453337414350176374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-ive-learned-in-summer-full-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5453337414350176374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5453337414350176374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-ive-learned-in-summer-full-of.html' title='Things Ive Learned in a Summer full of 100+ degree Temps'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-4334188045691868218</id><published>2011-06-19T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:46:52.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Along the Way</title><content type='html'>Somewhere along the way....I lost &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; way.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I lost &lt;i&gt;His &lt;/i&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean I lost my faith or anything similar. I just lost sight of what I am supposed to be doing in this life. What He has called be to do.&lt;br /&gt;To be.&lt;br /&gt;As a wife.&lt;br /&gt;A mother.&lt;br /&gt;A teacher.&lt;br /&gt;A homemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year I think I just felt the burnout of being a homeschooling mom. It was only our 4th year but it started off rough. With Audrey's eye issues and my dads sudden death our fall wasn't too great.&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord did show His faithfulness through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been just going through the motions of everything. I've been homeschooling this year because I know that's what I'm supposed to be doing. But, I had no passion or vision in doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, all of sudden, some time in May this renewed energy and excitement about being home with my kids and homeschooling them and training them came back to me! &lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the fact we have a new baby on the way. Maybe the Lord is using that to remind me of this important thing He has called me to. But, whatever the reason I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for our new school year. I'm so excited to get back into a routine of having purpose in our daily musings. To not just go through the motions of getting things done because that's what we're supposed to be doing. But, instead doing everything while being mindful of what I've been called to do and be. And aware and intentional about training these kids the Lord has entrusted to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really missed blogging. And, Im well aware very few will actually read this post after such a long absence but it just feels good to be writing out some of the thoughts going through me head. And to share with &lt;strike&gt;no one&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe someone what the Lord is doing in me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope as part of my renewed passion for this calling of mine that I start blogging regularly again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4334188045691868218?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4334188045691868218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2011/06/somewhere-along-way.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4334188045691868218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4334188045691868218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2011/06/somewhere-along-way.html' title='Somewhere Along the Way'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8339196363558007747</id><published>2010-11-11T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:59:22.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker+Pictures+A Big God=Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Man, I've really slacked off on the whole blogging thing. I have pretty good reason though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No no, I'm not pregnant :) {you moms of many know thats the first thing that came into your mind!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been working on starting a little photography business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It's been something I've wanted to do for a long time. And this is the first time in 4 years that I'm not pregnant or nursing a baby every 2-3 hours so we figured I should give it a shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I started out in hopes of making some extra money to pay down some debt. {read: the car loan}. I was listening to Dave Ramsey {love that guy!} and he suggested taking photos on the side to a guy trying to get his debt snowball rolling. So, I thought.... hey I need to do that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I got some stuff together and started advertising on Facebook and to friends. I figured Christmas is the perfect time to get this started since everyone wants Christmas photos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, we got the bill for Audrey's eye surgery she'll be having on Nov 17th {keep her in your prayers please!}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;WOWZA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So....that's what all these session fees are going towards right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Its so cool because we prayed for the provision to cover all these medical fees and between photo sessions, homeschool school picture sessions, family and our local corporate fellowship {that would be the Church} the Lord has provided and met those needs above and beyond anything we could imagine!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{wait...isnt there a verse that promises that somewhere!?!?} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But, enough babbling from me....just check out my photography blog at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lindsaylanephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;LindsayLanePhotography.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;or become a fan on Facebook&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=496691800589&amp;amp;set=t.1318628814#%21/pages/Greenville-TX/Lindsay-Lane-Photography/164200673598181"&gt; here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;or by searching Facebook for Lindsay Lane Photography.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Heres a few shots of my sweet kiddos I did last weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TNwgCFFny-I/AAAAAAAABhQ/l5Is8KsEBls/s1600/kidsNov10+161a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TNwgCFFny-I/AAAAAAAABhQ/l5Is8KsEBls/s400/kidsNov10+161a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TNwfjOGXFAI/AAAAAAAABg4/HRZp2p5NEvs/s1600/Copy+of+kidsNov10+026a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I thought it was worth reposting and reminding everyone that 1 click will give a cup of food to a hungry person. And, it wont cost you anything except a few clicks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I just ran across a way you can help &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; 1 cup of food to a hungry person around the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehungersite.com/tpc/THS_linktous_125_01"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Hunger Site" border="0" src="http://www.greatergood.com/images/linktous/125_ths-oneclick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;All you have to do is click the link above. Your simple click will donate that cup of food. We so easily click links to online celebrity gossip or the most current sale at our favorite store. So, I don't think its too much to ask you to click the link to help &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; food to the hungry. You can click everyday and make sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; that hungry mouth a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4707516485310111948?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4707516485310111948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-cup-of-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4707516485310111948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4707516485310111948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-cup-of-food.html' title='Give a Cup of Food'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-2280905786103241642</id><published>2010-10-17T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:20:20.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out of hiding....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, here I am. Coming out of hiding. I've been planning on picking up the blogging again once life settled down a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;we'll here's hoping it has!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm excited to start our Christmas giving goals again. Remember&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-christmas-away-this-year.html"&gt; last year and why I originally started this blog? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, its that time again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My friend Stephanie over at &lt;a href="http://lifeassupermom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life As Supermom&lt;/a&gt; was inspired by this last year and has already started blogging through their plans to Give Christmas Away this year! So cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As a kick off to coming out of hiding and rejoining the {consisten} blogging world again I've entered a contest that could change the course of our families lives! If I won we could use the winnings to pay off our car and other small debt and become 100% debt free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How cool would that be!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Can you imagine the giving opportunities we'd have with the cashflow released from becoming debt free??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And...how fun would it be to get to be a "Good Mood Blogger"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, can you take some time everyday to cast a vote for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sam-e.com/job/entries/323"&gt;&lt;img alt="Vote for Me" border="0" height="443" src="http://www.sam-e.com/system/photos/323/custom_badge.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sam-e.com/job/entries/323"&gt;Good Mood Gig&lt;/a&gt; from SAM-e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-2280905786103241642?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/2280905786103241642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/10/coming-out-of-hiding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2280905786103241642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2280905786103241642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/10/coming-out-of-hiding.html' title='Coming out of hiding....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-1143450752101137443</id><published>2010-09-27T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:23:36.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw{e} Girly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S86CY_VOZVI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DXujaX-UHWA/s1600/Raw%28e%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S86CY_VOZVI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DXujaX-UHWA/s1600/Raw%28e%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I decided to join this weeks Raw{e} theme over at &lt;a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/2010/09/rawe-girly.html"&gt;Sailor and Company&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I had the perfect picture for last weeks theme but with everything going on with my &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-weeks-ago.html"&gt;dad &lt;/a&gt;I didn't have time to get it off my camera and onto the computer....much less my blog. Oh well. This weeks theme is girly. What could be more girly than playing outside on a swing set dressed as a princess?! This is Audrey a few months ago. Its also one of my favorite pictures of her. I think one reason I love it so much -- other than the fact that it's an adorable picture!-- is because the colors are so vibrant straight out of the camera! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0oDPTjlyI/AAAAAAAABK8/oe7ufltLs-M/s1600/Snowwhite2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0oDPTjlyI/AAAAAAAABK8/oe7ufltLs-M/s400/Snowwhite2.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Please continue to keep her in your prayers. We have her MRI scheduled for tomorrow morning. I really have peace that everything will come back fine and &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/audreys-eyes.html"&gt;her eye problem&lt;/a&gt; is just some freak thing. Once the results are back we can set a date for surgery and get her taken care of and back to normal! 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/rawe-girly.html' title='Raw{e} Girly'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S86CY_VOZVI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DXujaX-UHWA/s72-c/Raw%28e%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-934834270473640515</id><published>2010-09-26T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:17:15.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of My Dad- Mark Fredde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Derek and I put this together in memory of my dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/432003058930" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/432003058930" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-934834270473640515?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/934834270473640515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-memory-of-my-dad-mark-fredde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/934834270473640515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/934834270473640515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-memory-of-my-dad-mark-fredde.html' title='In Memory of My Dad- Mark Fredde'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-2710364598983235324</id><published>2010-09-23T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:05:45.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Two weeks ago I lost my dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He had had a massive heart attack the previous Sunday and was on&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Babel%20Towers%20Ingredients:%20%20%20%20%20%20*%20Graham%20crackers%20%28or%20another%20similar%20cracker%29%20%20%20%20%20*%20Large%20marshmallows%20%20%20%20%20*%20Marshmallow%20cream%20%20%20%20%20*%20Peanut%20butter%20%20%20%20%20*%20Plastic%20knives%20%20Directions:%20Give%20each%20child%20a%20few%20crackers.%20Have%20them%20spread%20the%20top%20of%20one%20of%20their%20crackers%20with%20either%20the%20marshmallow%20cream%20or%20peanut%20butter.%20Next,%20they%20will%20add%20a%20large%20marshmallow%20on%20top,%20and%20then%20put%20either%20the%20cream%20or%20peanut%20butter%20on%20top%20of%20the%20large%20marshmallow.%20Next,%20they%20will%20add%20another%20cracker,%20and%20start%20the%20whole%20thing%20over%20again.%20See%20how%20tall%20they%20can%20make%20their%20tower%20before%20it%20falls%20down,%20and%20then%20eat%20it.%20%20%20Read%20more%20at%20Suite101:%20The%20Tower%20of%20Babel:%20Preschool%20Sunday%20School%20Lesson%20Ideas%20http://www.suite101.com/content/the-tower-of-babel-a23740#ixzz10DrOHK8i"&gt; life support.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;After running a CT scan, a base line test for brain activity and talking to the nuerologist to get an idea where everything stood with his brain we made the decision to withdraw the machines that were keeping him alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I believe he was probably already gone on Sunday. The paramedics had to resuscitate him at the house and again at the ER. It was estimated he was without oxygen for 20 minutes in the ER alone. That wasn't counting the time without oxygen at the house before the EMTs arrived. I believe they brought his physical body back to life with machines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Even though I felt like he was already gone having to actually be apart of making the decision to have the machines withdrawn- the machines that were keeping his body alive- was one of the most awful decisions of my life. One I hope to never again have to make.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lots of people have asked if I was close to my dad. Regardless of how close or distant you are from a parent when their death comes you're still losing a mom or dad. But, to answer the question; yes and no. There have been times in my life that I have been closer to my dad. Unfortunately, the last 2 1/2 years have not been one of those times. Partly by our (Derek and my) choice and partly by his. But, whats done is done and you can't change time. Previous to that my dad has been in and out of my life by his choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When I look back at my dads involvement, or lack thereof at times, in my life I feel an amazing amount of grace and forgiveness for him. Two things only the Lord can supply me with. Without the Lord holding my hand, in my relationship with my earthly father, through my life I could have developed into a bitter woman from the experiences with my dad. But, the Lord has given me his eyes to see my dad through and grace to see that my dad was just a hurting person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That Sunday morning, before I had gotten word of my dads heart attack, I was standing in the shower having this conversation with God. Derek and I had been reading a book that prompted our conversation the night before as to why, if our faith is really that important to us, aren't we screaming from the rooftops and banging down the doors of our friends and family members that we love making sure they get their relationships right with the Lord. There were 3 people who came to mind as I was standing in the shower talking to the Lord about this. Wondering why I haven't made sure these people know what the Word says about where they possibly stand with the Lord. My dad was one of them. One person who accepted the Lord as a child but bore no real fruit as an adult. One person who, out of shear love for him and Him, I should have made sure he knew how much I loved him by making sure he knew how much He loved him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I didn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And, I know that ultimately that is the Holy Spirits work. But, I also know that as a believer and follower of Christ its my job to spread His truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And, I failed with my own dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I don't know where I stand theologically on the whole once saved always saved. Or can you lose your salvation. Or anything like that. But, what I do know is that we don't know the number of days the Lord has ordained for us or anyone we know. And how important it is to make sure we're right with the Lord always. And to make sure we're carrying out our responsibility here on earth to share the gospel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And, I hope that I one day get to see my daddy again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My dad wanted to be cremated so we put off a memorial service for a few weeks. This Sunday is the service. Please continue to pray for my family. Please pray for my boldness when it comes to the 2 other people the Lord brought to mind that morning. Because my faith &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;important enough and I do love them enough to make sure they're aware of what the Word says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-2710364598983235324?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/2710364598983235324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-weeks-ago.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2710364598983235324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2710364598983235324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-weeks-ago.html' title='Two Weeks Ago'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-5297669348699136301</id><published>2010-09-08T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:02:43.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Audreys Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Many have asked how Audreys eye appointment went this afternoon so I thought the easiest thing was to write it all out on here and share it via my blog....rather than over and over again on an individual basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The opthamologist diagnosed Audrey with something called &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?source=ig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rlz=&amp;amp;=&amp;amp;q=cyclic+estropia&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;gs_rfai=CSNJV_ZOHTN-EEIGwNIrCwb8GAAAAqgQFT9C-MRY#hl=en&amp;amp;&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=yZWHTNOtFof-nAfruN2XDQ&amp;amp;sqi=2&amp;amp;ved=0CCYQBSgA&amp;amp;q=cyclic+esotropia&amp;amp;spell=1&amp;amp;fp=70bfc538efc94ade"&gt;Cyclic Esotropia&lt;/a&gt;. She said it is very rare and often caused by trauma, which is not the case for Audrey. After reading up on it a little apparently some opthamologists can go their entire career and never have a patient with it. Another site said 'its extremely rare and poorly understood.' Her CT scan in the ER on Friday came back clear but this Dr wants to do a MRI to see if there is something else going on that the CT scan wouldnt/couldnt pick up on. She mentioned looking at the smaller tissues and checking for brain leisions. Needless to say the fact that she wants to do a MRI kinda freaks me out so we decided we want a second opinion. We have a scheduled appt with another Dr on Friday. Praise God they had a cancellation and could get us in so quickly! So, we'll see from there. THe Dr today told us the only way to correct this is surgery so we shall see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Basically Cyclic Esotropia means a cycle to the eye(s) crossing&amp;nbsp; inwards. 24 hours straight, 24 hours crossed. This is EXACTLY what is happening with Audrey. Around nap time (before and/or after) her eye might try to straighten on a crossed day or try to cross on a straight day, but thats momentary and doesnt last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The Dr told us to patch the 'good' eye a few hours a day on the crossed days but everything we've read online (either from the very very limited studies we've found or from parents themselves) says that can make it worse. So, we'll be happy to get a second opinion, and possibly third, and be able to go from there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, thats where we stand with Audrey.&lt;b&gt; Please just pray for her appt on Friday and some more answers from that Dr. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-5297669348699136301?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/5297669348699136301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/audreys-eyes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5297669348699136301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5297669348699136301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/audreys-eyes.html' title='Audreys Eyes'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-1215200907318816820</id><published>2010-09-06T11:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:14:06.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As if this week couldn't possibly get any worse....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to put a quick update on my blog to let our friends know whats going on and how they can pray for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We have our first scheduled family vacation (ever) scheduled to start THIS Friday. The plan is to go to Orlando to visit some friends and spend a week at Disney World. The kids have been looking forward to this for months. The past 2 weeks have been brutal for them because of the anticipation and excitement.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll start with yesterday since that was the worst day and work my way backwards. This might be long so bare with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday morning, right before we go to church, my brother called to let me know&amp;nbsp; my real dad had a massive heart attack. Without all the gory details hes basically on life support and theyre trying to get him stable enough to do a CT scan to check for brain activity. It is believed he was without oxygen for 20-30 minutes. He was worked on for awhile at the house by the EMT and then again worked on for awhile at the ER to get him back. As of now hes not breathing on his own at all and is in a medically induced coma to let his body rest. He was having seizures yesterday until they could get those under control with meds...which then caused some different problems. They had to stop the seizure medication &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and get those other issues taken care of and reintroduced the meds at a slower pace. As of right now we're waiting for them to get the CT scan done to be able to know what all has happened/is happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There is so much more to the story but those are the basics. &lt;b&gt;Please just keep my dad and my family in your prayers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This past Friday Audrey woke up and about an hour into the morning her eyes went crossed. And, she couldnt uncross them. We have never noticed her eyes crossing before and this was very sudden. We took her to Childrens Medical Center ER and after a CT scan to rule out any kind of nerve damage or anything else causing interferance with the nerves controlling the eyes it was determined she has &lt;a href="http://www.merck.com/mmpe/sec19/ch293/ch293e.html"&gt;Strabismus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lazy eye is commonly called Strabimus but they are not the same thing. There is a difference. From everything I have read Strabismus can cause Lazy Eye but Lazy Eye is not always Strabismus.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This was very very sudden and pretty much freaked me out. Even the Childrens Dr was stunned about the suddenness of its appearance. Since its a holiday weekend we couldn't get into the Pediatric Opthamologist until Tues. The eye obviously bothered her because she was holding it closed, either with her hand or winking it closed, all day. I ran by the store and picked up eye patches. Once I patched her 'good' eye it made the 'bad' eye go straight. She woke up Sat morning with her eyes back to normal, which was wonderful. She woke up yesterday with her eyes crossed again.&amp;nbsp; We had her patched all day so she didnt have double vision, holding her eye closed with her hand or by winking, and could play normally. She woke up this morning with her eyes back to normal again. Everything I've read says this can come and go but (obviously) still needs to be corrected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, please pray for that appointment tomorrow as we'll get an official diagnosis and a plan of action&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;With all this we thought....ok, another bump in the road for our trip. Even if we cant get her glasses in time for our trip we can just patch her eye on the days theyre crossed and she'll have to enjoy Disney World that day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kinda sad but still doable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thursday I was having issues with my new blackberry my brother had given me. So, I took it to the Verizon store to see what was wrong. She suggested a software upgrade and when she did it it crashed my phone. Her response was basically 'ohh, the white screen of deaht. Sorry.' And sent me on my way. I didnt understand how I could walk into Verizon with a working phone and walk out with a phone they crashed and not be given a replacement phone...or something. I figured since I wasnt the one who actually bought the phone that was the reason. So, I was without a phone for several days. (If you called or texted and I didnt respond, that is why)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Last Sun (Aug 29) Derek was playing flag football with some guys from church and he slipped as he was running (full speed, he wanted me to add), fell and cracked his collar bone in 2 places. 11 days before we were supposed to leave for Disney. Inconvienent but manageable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, this is where we stand. Its been an awful week and hopefully tomorrow we'll have a better understanding of everything going on with Audrey and with my dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have a phone again so I can recieve texts and phone calls again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks in advance for all the prayers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edited to add: &lt;/b&gt;I have an amazing amount of peace about everything right now (thank you Jesus!). I'm praying that no matter the outcome God will be glorified through all the circumstances and it will all work together for good. Im clinging to His promises and constantly reminding Him of them ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-1215200907318816820?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/1215200907318816820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-if-this-week-couldnt-possibly-get.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/1215200907318816820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/1215200907318816820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-if-this-week-couldnt-possibly-get.html' title='As if this week couldn&apos;t possibly get any worse....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-7202991297563393049</id><published>2010-08-19T15:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T15:49:55.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$50 GAP gift card for $25!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.groupon.com/r/uu6380172" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;GROUPON&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ave you heard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.groupon.com/r/uu6380172" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Groupon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;They post unbelieveable daily deals for your city or in todays instance for a national brand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TODAYS groupon deal is a $50 GAP gift card for $25!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Thats half off people!! You can use it for sale stuff too....so that makes you're sale purchase even sweeter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.groupon.com/r/uu6380172"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and go grab the deal as soon as you can! This morning their website crashed because of how popular the deal is....you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;want to miss out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;{Don't click the google ad if its Groupon ad. Click any of the above links so I get your referal ;) }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-7202991297563393049?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/7202991297563393049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/08/50-gap-gift-card-for-25.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/7202991297563393049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/7202991297563393049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/08/50-gap-gift-card-for-25.html' title='$50 GAP gift card for $25!!!!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8378450888057970983</id><published>2010-08-12T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:35:16.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw{e} Vintage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This weeks &lt;a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-me-rawe-vintage-style.html"&gt;Raw{e}&lt;/a&gt; theme is Vintage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is a picture of an old childs bike that sits in the yard on my husbands grandparents land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Here is the straight out of the camera untouched shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TGS80kgx1-I/AAAAAAAABSs/oUpLe-e-EY4/s1600/Picture+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TGS80kgx1-I/AAAAAAAABSs/oUpLe-e-EY4/s320/Picture+029.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8378450888057970983?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8378450888057970983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/08/rawe-vintage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8378450888057970983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8378450888057970983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/08/rawe-vintage.html' title='Raw{e} Vintage'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TGS80kgx1-I/AAAAAAAABSs/oUpLe-e-EY4/s72-c/Picture+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-4004251671526792801</id><published>2010-08-12T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:47:21.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lindsay Files- Middle School years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've really dropped the ball over the past 3 weeks with blogging. Especially with The Mommys Piggy Tails meme of recording my youth. Since I didn't write my 6th or 7th grade years I thought I would just smush 6th, 7th and 8th grades all together and do 1 big happy {or maybe not so happy??} middle school post. {I'll have to come back and add the embarrassing awkward middle school pics}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sixth grade started out well. We were in a new school with lots of new faces. Four different elementary schools fed into my school that year. We were the Griffin Middle School Griffins. I was still in LEAP {what they called the gifted and talented program} and that was the first time I remember realizing one of my teachers thought completey differently than I did. {Read: she was a liberal with a completely different worldview} Not only was my LEAP teacher &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; but so was my History teacher. One of my other sweet innocent friends and I had this teacher for history and he made no secret of the fact that the Bible was nothing more than a good history book. Wow, welcome to middle school Lindsay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That year I experienced mean girls at their finest. I still had my close circle of friends but the need to be cool as the lowest girls on the totem pole really took full force that year. I guess being a good girl wasn't the coolest thing anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My friends Tiffany and Amy both moved off that year, making me one sad girl. I guess my mom decided she had had enough of the public school system and that ended my school career in The Colony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Seventh grade was my first year of homeschooling. Looking back on it I really appreciate that period of my life. My mom was trying to make enough money to stay at home as a single mom and some of the families of our church stepped in and would help homeschool me during the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That was also the first year that I was old enough to be apart of the youth group at church. I remember getting on the bus for our very first year youth camp and wondering what I had gotten myself into! Fortunately, I made quick friends with kids I only sort of knew before. I don't remember much about that first year at camp other then the van ride there!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Seventh grade was also the year I was introduced to Christian Rock. No, I'm not talking about Micheal W. Smith or Steven Curtis Chapman. I'm not even talking about Petra or Styper. I'm talking about Five Iron Frenzy and MXPX. {What you've never heard of them??} I have to say those bands changed my life.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eighth grade brought about more changes in my life. &lt;i&gt;Big &lt;/i&gt;changes.&amp;nbsp; I started off continuing to homeschool but after Christmas break my mom put me in a Christian school. She was getting married and we could actually afford a Christian school. {well, I assume thats why I got to go there! ha!}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The school I went to was a Fundamental Baptist Church which meant skirts only for this pants wearing girl. I actually kind of enjoyed the skirts only thing until it came to play sports. Yes, my friends, we were required to wear coulottes for sports. We played softball, on-the-field-against-other-teams-softball in coulottes. We had our baseball socks up to our knees and sported cute navy blue skirt shorts. We were quite the sight I tell ya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;With the end of my middle school years brought the biggest change in my life to date. My mom had gotten remarried and we were moving to Colorado. I was leaving everything I had ever known in my life so far and moving several states away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Leaving the only house I could remember living in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Leaving the town that I had spent my life living in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Leaving the church that I had grown so much in and had shaped so many of my life values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We were leaving Texas and moving to Colorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Welcome to the summer going into high school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The summer I spent knowing no one at all but learning to really love the Colorado landscape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyspiggytales.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/dcrdesign/mommys-piggy-tales-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4004251671526792801?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4004251671526792801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/08/lindsay-files-middle-school-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4004251671526792801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4004251671526792801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/08/lindsay-files-middle-school-years.html' title='The Lindsay Files- Middle School years'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8917383317690794209</id><published>2010-08-02T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:12:56.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you pull it out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TFeWBLN4HNI/AAAAAAAABSk/yIq1rF_itas/s1600/Lipstick+Skyscrapers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TFeWBLN4HNI/AAAAAAAABSk/yIq1rF_itas/s320/Lipstick+Skyscrapers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Over at &lt;a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sailor &amp;amp; Company&lt;/a&gt; a new meme has started and I thought it would be fun to include our most recent funny from Audrey. (She shares them with us alot!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Audrey is constantly walking around with big 'ol wedgies stuck up in her hiney. She never said anything to me about them and never complained. But, one day last week I called her over to me and said 'Audrey, you have a big wedgie in your bottom' and I pulled it out. And then she went on her way playing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Last night she came up to me and said 'mommy, I have a wedgie. Will you pull it out?' and she lifted up her dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was cracking up as were her big sisters. It was so hilarious coming from such a little thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8917383317690794209?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8917383317690794209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-you-pull-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8917383317690794209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8917383317690794209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-you-pull-it-out.html' title='Can you pull it out?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TFeWBLN4HNI/AAAAAAAABSk/yIq1rF_itas/s72-c/Lipstick+Skyscrapers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-2880249858988559823</id><published>2010-07-26T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:19:53.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been feeling a little blue lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm kinda worn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Burnt out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I dunno....just tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes we forget to stop trying to do everything on our own and just rest in Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Why am I always forgetting that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Back after I had Owen I was going through a really down period and I would play this song over and over and it really ministered to me during that period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I ran across another blog the other day where the author is having a really rough patch and I shared this song with her, in hopes that it might minister to her like it did me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I decided since I'm feeling kinda blue again lately there is probably someone else out there who this might bless too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We are blessed to be led into worship by these guys every week at corporate worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NT1Ve8Wsb9k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NT1Ve8Wsb9k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-2880249858988559823?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/2880249858988559823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2880249858988559823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2880249858988559823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-5174036195811912269</id><published>2010-07-25T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:37:25.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff...BABY stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;....in my&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Homegrownbows?ref=seller_info"&gt; Etsy&lt;/a&gt; shop!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0OVf4Y54I/AAAAAAAABRc/0h2TwrtHGsA/s1600/set2e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0OVf4Y54I/AAAAAAAABRc/0h2TwrtHGsA/s320/set2e.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I decided to list some baby items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been making baby sets as gifts for friends and since people always say I should be selling these sets I decided it was about time I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0ONRk07dI/AAAAAAAABRE/bn1AQugnPo4/s1600/set1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0ONRk07dI/AAAAAAAABRE/bn1AQugnPo4/s320/set1a.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We're saving for our vacation so any sales will go towards that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;After that we'll be saving towards Christmas and finishing our bedroom addition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We're trying to give in an even bigger way this Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;Once August hits I feel like it means we should star getting serious about how we're gonna give and what we're gonna give to this Christmas season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0ORPeiwoI/AAAAAAAABRM/yZuInhhfLGc/s1600/set2c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0ORPeiwoI/AAAAAAAABRM/yZuInhhfLGc/s320/set2c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, visit my shop and buy some items :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And refer your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you refer someone and they purchase something have them mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Because He Gave and YOUR name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and I'll knock $5 off their order&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;and you'll get a $5 credit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0OT6hQTrI/AAAAAAAABRU/ip5AOC6-yG4/s1600/set1d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0OT6hQTrI/AAAAAAAABRU/ip5AOC6-yG4/s320/set1d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That means refer 3 friends who place orders and you'll get 3 FREE burp cloths!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You can do free, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0OKVe16TI/AAAAAAAABQ8/BIgB7zJp-Dw/s1600/set2d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0OKVe16TI/AAAAAAAABQ8/BIgB7zJp-Dw/s320/set2d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I can also do custom orders.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Like this: 2 burp cloths, guitar bib, tie onsie and initial onsie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PDLQD2eI/AAAAAAAABRk/a1GorNB3-Fg/s1600/IMG_6481.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PDLQD2eI/AAAAAAAABRk/a1GorNB3-Fg/s320/IMG_6481.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Or a custom order like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Ruffle back (not pictured) appliqued onsie, matching chenille bib and chenille burp cloth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PPFjFIOI/AAAAAAAABR0/yU90h-wIE3c/s1600/DSC_0143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PPFjFIOI/AAAAAAAABR0/yU90h-wIE3c/s320/DSC_0143.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Or custom clothing orders like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PEVwnDgI/AAAAAAAABRs/8uxFe9hWWzg/s1600/bee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PEVwnDgI/AAAAAAAABRs/8uxFe9hWWzg/s320/bee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0QAdNLm-I/AAAAAAAABSc/FoDliPC5HN0/s1600/beeaudrey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0QAdNLm-I/AAAAAAAABSc/FoDliPC5HN0/s320/beeaudrey.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PRLm4j6I/AAAAAAAABR8/qQrXErixu6Y/s1600/damaskback.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PRLm4j6I/AAAAAAAABR8/qQrXErixu6Y/s320/damaskback.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PSfyweGI/AAAAAAAABSE/cWsuVqczZx0/s1600/christmasgreen+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PSfyweGI/AAAAAAAABSE/cWsuVqczZx0/s320/christmasgreen+copy.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PTfz4HmI/AAAAAAAABSM/5TbU280NQQA/s1600/doubleruffle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PTfz4HmI/AAAAAAAABSM/5TbU280NQQA/s320/doubleruffle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PUQ9hICI/AAAAAAAABSU/TRJfvoisDoU/s1600/Elisazebralarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0PUQ9hICI/AAAAAAAABSU/TRJfvoisDoU/s320/Elisazebralarge.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you're interested in anything I pictured but don't have listed in my shop email me at Lindslane82@gmail.com and put ETSY in the subject line. And we'll talk prices and setting up a custom order for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Homegrownbows" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Homegrown Bows On Etsy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-5174036195811912269?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/5174036195811912269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-stuffbaby-stuff.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5174036195811912269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5174036195811912269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-stuffbaby-stuff.html' title='New Stuff...BABY stuff!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TE0OVf4Y54I/AAAAAAAABRc/0h2TwrtHGsA/s72-c/set2e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-5992320805707773537</id><published>2010-07-23T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T15:32:29.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lindsay Files- Part 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If I thought 4th grade brought good and bad experiences I never would have expected what 5th grade would bring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A new school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;More death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And, the realization that sometimes being cool trumps friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My 5th grade teacher was Mrs. Auer. I really liked her. She was tall, thin, elegant and had really good handwriting. She was also a neighbor of my moms best friend. When we'd visit my moms friend I'd pop down the street and say hello to my teacher. I thought that was pretty cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We were the first 5th grade class at Morningside Elementary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEkcpfLxkzI/AAAAAAAABQM/cfOkcFzhYlo/s1600/morningside.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEkcpfLxkzI/AAAAAAAABQM/cfOkcFzhYlo/s320/morningside.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Once again I was in the&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-files-part-6.html"&gt; same class as my good friends&lt;/a&gt; Tiffany, Amy, Natalie and Katie. I was still in &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-3.html"&gt;LEAP&lt;/a&gt; and loving it. I ran to be President of our student council and made Vice President (the principles daughter won for President. I'm sure it had nothing to do with her last name or anything. Just sayin'.... *smile*). My mom started working from home that year so I got to spend alot more time with her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEnzKH29w_I/AAAAAAAABQk/wRpz15eiU-E/s1600/M%26D+Wedding+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEnzKH29w_I/AAAAAAAABQk/wRpz15eiU-E/s320/M%26D+Wedding+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Im in the white shirt on the left. The girl leaning over is my friend Natalie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We also started going to a new church. A church that would change the course of my life. {more on that later}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My brother Corey joined the Navy and was shipped off to Chicago. Before he left he bought me a pair of K-Swiss. Those shoes meant the world to me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEn3AzpKGLI/AAAAAAAABQ0/JT5QyDRWo-Y/s1600/kswiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEn3AzpKGLI/AAAAAAAABQ0/JT5QyDRWo-Y/s200/kswiss.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That was the year that I began to realize that sometimes being cool means choosing not to do what was right or good. Some of my close friends (not the ones mentioned above) decided I wasn't cool enough to be good friends with anymore because well, I was a good girl. It wasn't too bad and I didn't really suffer any bullying because fortunately being good girl was still a good thing in the 5th grade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In 4th grade I had been Mrs. Claus {as in Santas wife}, a lead part, in our school play. In 5th grade my friend Amy {she was the one with the matching outfit in 4th grade} and I tried out to be extras in a production of The Music Man that our local high school was putting on. We both made the cut and we got to perform in the high school productions as 5th graders. That was a great experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEnzLLBH5mI/AAAAAAAABQs/Q8VY-2RjciU/s1600/M%26D+Wedding+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEnzLLBH5mI/AAAAAAAABQs/Q8VY-2RjciU/s320/M%26D+Wedding+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My oldest brother Shawn {well, his first name is Mark but since he's a junior the family calls him Shawn} had moved back home and gotten a dog that year. He picked this irresistible bouncing black lab pup and named her Hannah. The personality that at first was irresistible turned into a the dog from...well you know. She chewed everything. Ruined lots of my brothers shoes and books. He was done with her and wanted her gone. By this time though I had fallen in love with her. So, I convinced my mom she couldn't go anywhere. And she didnt. Hannah did have a problem with getting out the yard though. She would jump our fence and get picked up by animal control. At one point Hannah was found by a sweet woman. She fell in love with Hannah but soon realized we were her owners. My mom had told the lady she could keep Hannah because Hannah caused so much trouble getting out constantly. And, she was an extra expense my mom didn't need. The lady asked my mom if we &lt;i&gt;wanted &lt;/i&gt;Hannah and we did, she just cost a little too much to keep. So, instead of keeping Hannah the lady arrived at our door one day with a few HUGE bags of dog food and a specially made dog house just for Hannah. What a sweet woman she was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEnzBcmXxBI/AAAAAAAABQU/BpuxCK5Vba4/s1600/M%26D+Wedding+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEnzBcmXxBI/AAAAAAAABQU/BpuxCK5Vba4/s320/M%26D+Wedding+005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That year wasn't all good though. My dad, step mom and step sister had moved back to Dallas. My step moms cancer had been in remission but in August they found out it had returned. My step sister was only 4 months older than me but a year older in school. My step mom faught the returning cancer until December when she lost her battle and died on December 5th. My 11th birthday. Since she had passed away in her sleep I remember wishing they could change the date so that the date of her death was not my 11th birthday. My relationship was never the same with my dad from that point on. It took until I was 16 for him to even acknowledge my birthday again. But, really, that didn't even matter. I honestly didn't care too much. I believe the Lord allowed my heart to not grow bitter and even at such a young age to understand the hurt of others and to heave forgiveness undeservingly, just like our Savior has done for us. I had just wished my step sister didn't have to lose her mom and that my dad didn't have to lose his wife. My step sister ended up moving in with her real dad and her step mom and we pretty much lost touch for the most part. {Not anymore thanks to Facebook though. :)}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I look back on my years through elementary and can really appreciate all the things I experienced. The good and the bad. I was so outgoing and involved in everything at school. I had lots of close friends and a mom who put an Eternal focus on life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We left 5th grade being the big kids on campus and entered the world of 6th grade. A grade full of experiences that changed my life. We entered the world of middle school.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyspiggytales.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/dcrdesign/mommys-piggy-tales-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The Lindsay Files- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-pt-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Part 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-files-part-5.html"&gt;Part 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-files-part-6.html" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Part 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-5992320805707773537?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/5992320805707773537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-files-part-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5992320805707773537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5992320805707773537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-files-part-7.html' title='The Lindsay Files- Part 7'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEkcpfLxkzI/AAAAAAAABQM/cfOkcFzhYlo/s72-c/morningside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8298039239949741929</id><published>2010-07-20T06:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:20:00.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week our biggest baby turned 9 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Really, 9 years??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;It seems like just yesterday she entered the world and forever changed our future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord used that little life to change the course of 2 big lives all for His glory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Like the song says '&lt;i&gt;a baby changes everything'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;and so it was for 2 young parents starting their lives together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;We could have never imagined 9 years ago that the Lord would draw us closer to Him through the birth of our first child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; A girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; Our Miss Liss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; From just a little thing she has always had compassion and encouragement for others and been full of life! She seems to excel at everything she pursues and even at a young age showed a love for the Father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;She is a huge helper and makes the perfect oldest child in our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;We thank God that He chose to use her little life to change the course of our big lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; She is our first blessing and we wouldn't have it any other way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETgLwxpBvI/AAAAAAAABP0/jfPXVIbP6RE/s1600/Elisa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETgLwxpBvI/AAAAAAAABP0/jfPXVIbP6RE/s320/Elisa1.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8298039239949741929?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8298039239949741929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/9-years.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8298039239949741929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8298039239949741929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/9-years.html' title='9 years'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETgLwxpBvI/AAAAAAAABP0/jfPXVIbP6RE/s72-c/Elisa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-2780205877927582806</id><published>2010-07-19T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:44:49.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm participating in the Iheartfaces and Paper Mama photo challenges for the very first time! This weeks theme is "over the head" and "action" so I thought this picture was perfect for both of them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Here is Derek throwing Owen up in my parents swimming pool on the 4th of July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEUodah3yJI/AAAAAAAABQE/eFgU6GgTETk/s1600/overhead" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEUodah3yJI/AAAAAAAABQE/eFgU6GgTETk/s400/overhead" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepapermama.blogspot.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Paper Mama" height="127" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N5YyoVHof0Y/TCp76y9cYUI/AAAAAAAABbA/je3l_yRK6B0/s200/paper+mama+button+copy.png" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/" mce_href="http://www.iheartfaces.com" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img mce_src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-2780205877927582806?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/2780205877927582806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/photo-challenges.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2780205877927582806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2780205877927582806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/photo-challenges.html' title='Photo Challenges'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEUodah3yJI/AAAAAAAABQE/eFgU6GgTETk/s72-c/overhead' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8166857054954536789</id><published>2010-07-19T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T18:02:58.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw{e} Mirror Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This weeks Raw{e} theme over at &lt;a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/2010/07/rawe-mirror-images.html"&gt;Sailor &amp;amp; Company &lt;/a&gt;is Mirror Images. My first thought was the obvious; &lt;i&gt;a mirror.&lt;/i&gt; But, then I thought&amp;nbsp; there are other surfaces that make mirror images besides mirrors.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, here is a picture of Owen when he was about 6-7 months playing on my parents hardwood floors. I love how the floors reflected the toys and him as he was sitting there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETZSGe5hLI/AAAAAAAABPs/p8T0ogP5WQM/s1600/DSC_0321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETZSGe5hLI/AAAAAAAABPs/p8T0ogP5WQM/s320/DSC_0321.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8166857054954536789?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8166857054954536789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/rawe-mirror-images.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8166857054954536789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8166857054954536789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/rawe-mirror-images.html' title='Raw{e} Mirror Images'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETZSGe5hLI/AAAAAAAABPs/p8T0ogP5WQM/s72-c/DSC_0321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-4239920194160613767</id><published>2010-07-19T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:12:44.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Flower Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday Ava was the flower girl in Derek's cousins wedding. I've become good friends with the bride and when they asked Ava to be their flower girls she was beyond excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I know some wondered why we would let Ava if Elisa wasnt included (assuming Audrey wouldnt know the difference) but we felt like this was a perfect way for Ava to feel special. Being the second girl, and the middle child for awhile, there are few times when she gets special attention for just her. Elisa has had many opportunities in her life to be the star, whether it be through excelling in sports (when she played them) or just being the oldest child in general, so this gave Ava her chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Getting dressed up like a princess is right up Ava's alley so she had such a memorable experience! Dereks cousin, who is 4 months younger than Ava, was the ring bearer and they just made such a cute little duo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was so excited to have my own camera to get to capture her all dressed up and not have to rely on the wedding photographer to get some good shots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETMMXLUumI/AAAAAAAABNk/2tBnnftwDKI/s1600/Avaclose1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETMMXLUumI/AAAAAAAABNk/2tBnnftwDKI/s320/Avaclose1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETMUH-WgdI/AAAAAAAABOE/a-ILkXYhJfU/s320/Avapose2.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETMtWPDnNI/AAAAAAAABPM/2D-swcs2rNI/s320/M%26D+Wedding+053a.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4239920194160613767?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4239920194160613767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-flower-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4239920194160613767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4239920194160613767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-flower-girl.html' title='My Flower Girl'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TETMMXLUumI/AAAAAAAABNk/2tBnnftwDKI/s72-c/Avaclose1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-5792198665321136363</id><published>2010-07-16T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:13:46.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am constantly amazed and awed at the Lords care and provision for things in life. We can go to Him with a need and He's there to meet it. Whether it be providing a job for someone without one or providing comfort for someone hurting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But, sometimes, its the little things that He cares about that amaze me most.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ava is a flower girl in a wedding this weekend. We've had the dress for a long time but I've needed to get her some shoes to match the dress. Because we're saving for our vacation - we've never taken a family vacation just because, its always had a purpose - we've put ourselves on a very tight budget. I didn't want to spend a bunch of money on shoes she'd wear once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I also had put of getting shoes because, well, shopping with 4 kids by myself is kinda hard and often times a bit stressful. Especially when I'm looking something very specific like ivory colored dress shoes that would match her dress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Since the wedding was this weekend I figured I had no more time to put off buying the shoes. So, off we went to shoe shop before the rehearsal dinner last night. A friend had told me Target had a bunch of shoes clearanced so I thought I'd start there. Honestly, I had little hope of finding a pair a shoes that would be perfect for the dress at Target but I wanted to give it a shot. And, what do you know? I found a pair of Ivory sparkle dress shoes in Ava's size! Unbelievable! The first store I was at!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And, ready for this? They were marked down to $3.24!!!! I could not have been happier! I was so excited to have found the perfect shoes not only at the first store I looked at but also clearanced down to less than $4!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As I packed everyone back in the car I was reminded at what faithful God we serve. No, in the grand scheme of life the shoes really dont matter. They have no Eternal value but the Lord heard the muttered prayer of a stressed out mama (and apparently a Mimi who was praying the same thing!) and saw fit to answer it in a big way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you, Lord for sparkley ivory colored dress shoes in a size 12!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEChNniKClI/AAAAAAAABMs/3SPXqUfvCWg/s1600/41RHYSBuWVL._AA260_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEChNniKClI/AAAAAAAABMs/3SPXqUfvCWg/s320/41RHYSBuWVL._AA260_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-5792198665321136363?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/5792198665321136363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5792198665321136363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5792198665321136363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TEChNniKClI/AAAAAAAABMs/3SPXqUfvCWg/s72-c/41RHYSBuWVL._AA260_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-4817570840760151544</id><published>2010-07-15T23:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:42:54.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lindsay Files- Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fourth grade, oh fourth grade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You were a good and bad year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That year I developed friendships I still carry on to this day and experienced death closer than I ever had before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ms. Fry was my 4th grade teacher. That year our classroom was actually a portable building in the back of the school. The very last and furthest portable building mind you. That pretty much nailed in that we were part of the oldest kids at school. Because, you know, the older kids were in the portables. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you remember the show Coach?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_XnP1cNMI/AAAAAAAABME/euSxPnoyR18/s1600/coach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_XnP1cNMI/AAAAAAAABME/euSxPnoyR18/s320/coach.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, Ms. Frys dad was the real life coach that that show was written about. Yep, believe it or not {and you should believe it} its true. So, we all kinda felt like our teacher was famous...in a roundabout way. Her dad was friends with the writer behind the show idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That year in my class were my friends Kerri,&amp;nbsp; Katie, Tiffany, Amy and Natalie. And that year I developed a really close friendship with Tiffany, Amy and Natalie. {On a side note, TIff and I are still friends. We dont see each other very often due to distance but we still keep in touch. And Amy, well I just found her on Facebook after not having talked to her since 2004!} All 3 were Christians and being raised in homes where the Lord was put first. Natalies mom was our principle and Tiffany and Amys moms worked in the office...so I was kinda the odd man out in that department.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I remember playing a class game {around the world I think} one day and Tiffany laughing so hard she started snorting. From then on we called her Snortin' Thornton. At another point of class games during the year someone started coughing really loud and Tiffany stood up and yelled 'hurry someone do the hiney remover!!!' What she meant to say was the Heimlich maneuver. {yes, I totally searched on &lt;a href="http://www.swagbucks.com/refer/Lindslane"&gt;swagbucks&lt;/a&gt; for the correct spelling there!} TIffany was such a cut up and you couldn't help but love her! From then on every.single.time I would call and have to leave a message on her answering machine I would say something about looking for some hiney remover. We would kill ourselves in laughter. Actually, thinking about it makes me laugh even now. {Yes, Im aware its probably&amp;nbsp; one of those 'you had to be there' type of situations}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My second oldest brother was a senior in high school that year. Our school had a program that had high school students come and befriend and mentor kids in our school. I remember one of the girls who would come was friends with my brother. I also remember thinking that everytime she came I was wearing the same outfit and feeling embarrassed about that. Apparently I was aware of the lack of amount of clothes we were able to afford back then because I remember being self concious about it. Being raised by a single mom meant not having a huge wardrobe with tons of clothes over flowing. I think subconciously that contributed to my clothing addiction when I started having kids. And still, to this day, why I have a clothing hoarding problem. {There, I admited Mom and Derek, happ?? lol}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_baLzqvsI/AAAAAAAABMc/yXlmQPBbDjg/s1600/Picture+152-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_baLzqvsI/AAAAAAAABMc/yXlmQPBbDjg/s320/Picture+152-1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In this picture I am wearing the outfit I felt like I wore all the time. My friend Amy had the matching outfit so we planned to wear it on the same day one time. The girl in green was my friend Katie. Her mom babysat me after school that year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_bT2DquFI/AAAAAAAABMM/WZTXLoAdlos/s1600/Picture+149-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_bT2DquFI/AAAAAAAABMM/WZTXLoAdlos/s320/Picture+149-1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Amy and I are inside the tube here. The girl to the far right is my friend Kerri. Her and I had been in the same class every year so far. Her mom made all her clothes. It was back when fabric painted clothes were all the rage. She also had matching hairbows for every outfit. Her mom also always had her and her younger sister matching. I remember wishing I had clothes like her. I am certain those feelings have affected me as a mom dressing my girls. I love them to match and wanting them in cute, boutique outfits is what got me started sewing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_bjwQv7cI/AAAAAAAABMk/wTVDaW7rijY/s1600/Picture+150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_bjwQv7cI/AAAAAAAABMk/wTVDaW7rijY/s320/Picture+150.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm on the far left here. The 2 boys right in front of me were my first good friends that were boys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That year was the last year attending Peters Colony Elementary. A new school was being built and that's where I was zoned too. We had the option of staying at our current school but all my clothes friends, except Kerri, were going to the new school. I'm pretty sure Kerri's mom tried to get a job at the new school so she could send Kerri there, with all her friends, but for some reason that didn't work out. That year was pretty much the last year of close friendship with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Since we were leaving the school and ending friendships and leaving classmates we had spent school with over the previous 4 years Tiffany, Amy, Natalie and I decided to sing a song for the talent show. Can you take a wild guess what it was? Friends are Friends Forever. {Again, if you were a Christian in the early 90's I'm sure you still know all the words to this song) I had sang in the talent show every year up until this point. I had a name to live up to {ha!} so when we were standing in front of the whole school and I hear our song start with the singer singing along {vs. just the music} I had a look of horror on my face! I was so upset! I knew we could sing it with just the music and some teacher had put the tape on the wrong side! The expression on my face was priceless when we went back to watch the video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_bWl418KI/AAAAAAAABMU/g9un_CrXoXE/s1600/Picture+151-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_bWl418KI/AAAAAAAABMU/g9un_CrXoXE/s320/Picture+151-1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This was the day of the talent show. I'm the one standing in front with my leg up. The hand print shirt is the shirts we made to wear for the talent show. A random fact...the girl who looks like shes wearing all white, her great great, who knows how many greats, grandpa was President Van Buren. Her name was Jessica Van Buren and I thought it was fascinating that she had a famous relative like that. &lt;/span&gt;{&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently, I had lots of famous connections that year}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In 4th grade I encountered death of a close family member for the first time. We were in Colorado for Spring Break visiting some friends and I remember my mom getting a call that my Uncle Slade had died. It wasn't some awful car accident or an expected death due to health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; No, it was a murder/suicide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It was my dads half brother, who also lived in California. He was the cool Uncle who was building his acting career and would always take us to the movie theater when we were in Cali visiting my dad. He'd point out all the names of the people in the credits that he knew. And we thought that was super cool. He was close friends with the guy who played the green Ninja Turtle in the movies. {ha! another famous connection, lol} My brother Corey and him had a pretty close relationship.&amp;nbsp; He had planned on spending some time that summer after graduation with my Uncle Slade so that death was really hard on him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I think this was also the year my step mom got cancer for the first time. They were still living in California at the time but moved back to Dallas some time that year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have such mixed emotions when I think back to 4th grade. On a whole it was a great year with the building of life long friendships. But, there is the sadness that comes up when I think about the death of my uncle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's also kind of weird to think about the fact that Elisa will be starting 4th grade this year. To think about all those memories and know I was about the same age as her is kinda of a weird feeling as a mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyspiggytales.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/dcrdesign/mommys-piggy-tales-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The Lindsay Files&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-pt-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Part 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-files-part-5.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Part 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4817570840760151544?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4817570840760151544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-files-part-6.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4817570840760151544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4817570840760151544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-files-part-6.html' title='The Lindsay Files- Part 6'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD_XnP1cNMI/AAAAAAAABME/euSxPnoyR18/s72-c/coach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-58611594282229610</id><published>2010-07-14T06:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:16:14.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do? {Wordless Wednesday}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do with a baby who has REALLY enjoyed his dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0wLP1kbaI/AAAAAAAABLU/GGvuqeJTIx8/s1600/dinner4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0wLP1kbaI/AAAAAAAABLU/GGvuqeJTIx8/s320/dinner4.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0v78wdG6I/AAAAAAAABLM/nvFryfuDhU0/s1600/Dinner3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0v78wdG6I/AAAAAAAABLM/nvFryfuDhU0/s320/Dinner3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0v4zZ5III/AAAAAAAABLE/fta6Ev1U9Qk/s1600/Dinner2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0v4zZ5III/AAAAAAAABLE/fta6Ev1U9Qk/s320/Dinner2.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0wqfOGJTI/AAAAAAAABLc/JXeViGKYTwQ/s1600/Dinner1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0wqfOGJTI/AAAAAAAABLc/JXeViGKYTwQ/s320/Dinner1.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Take him outside and hose him off of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0yGwsTCTI/AAAAAAAABLk/H2GTSN9R5sA/s1600/dinner5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0yGwsTCTI/AAAAAAAABLk/H2GTSN9R5sA/s320/dinner5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0yOV2NBNI/AAAAAAAABL8/DwhBRpt9fVo/s1600/Dinner8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0yOV2NBNI/AAAAAAAABL8/DwhBRpt9fVo/s320/Dinner8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0yMAmgpII/AAAAAAAABL0/Jy4eXKB5sxc/s1600/Dinner7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0yMAmgpII/AAAAAAAABL0/Jy4eXKB5sxc/s320/Dinner7.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0yJkSZUPI/AAAAAAAABLs/0Ah5USvbGoI/s1600/Dinner6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0yJkSZUPI/AAAAAAAABLs/0Ah5USvbGoI/s320/Dinner6.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Happy Birthday, Tiffany!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-58611594282229610?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/58611594282229610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-do-you-do-wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/58611594282229610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/58611594282229610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-do-you-do-wordless-wednesday.html' title='What do you do? {Wordless Wednesday}'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0wLP1kbaI/AAAAAAAABLU/GGvuqeJTIx8/s72-c/dinner4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-6147066381184728431</id><published>2010-07-13T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:48:31.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How easy we grumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;At corporate worship on Sunday we were reminded of the Israelites and their exodus from Egypt. Once out of Egypt they were really craving some meat and grumbling and complaining about their lack of good food. So, our wonderful God, in His great mercy gave them quail to eat. He then told them He would provide Manna from Heaven for their food. As they wandered year after year, for 40 years, they often fell into the same grumbling and complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's so easy for us to look back at their story - &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; story - and wonder why on earth, after many miracles and provisions from the Lord, they would even have the nerve to complain!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But, their story - &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; story&amp;nbsp; as adopted sons and daughters into the family of God- really just represents &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; hearts. We are so blessed in this nation, in our every day lives. But, how often we fall into the grumbling and complaining trap! Time and again we catch ourselves complaining about the things in our lives which are actually blessings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We don't like what we have available in the pantry to cook for dinner. &lt;i&gt;What most of the world would give for a hot meal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We're sick of our clothes. We want new ones. &lt;i&gt;I'm sure there are plenty who would like to replace the rags they're wearing on the other side of the world. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Our car isn't new or nice enough. &lt;i&gt;At least we have a car that can get us from point A to point B.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We don't feel like cleaning {oh...maybe that's just me!} the house.&lt;i&gt; Most people in the world would love a house to live in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Our family, yet again, has rubbed us the wrong way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;How about the orphans around the world? I'm sure they long for a family to 'rub them the wrong way'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How shameful it is to know that I actually think these thoughts! &lt;i&gt;Oh, Lord, forgive me! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It seems like year after year people get the 'think of others' mentality around Christmas time but by this time of year the majority of us have fallen back into the me me me trap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Grumbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wanting more, more, more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I've decided every Wednesday I'm going to try and start listing some of my blessings. That way, when I find myself falling into the trap of grumbling and complaining about blessings from the Lord I can look back and be reminded that I have NOTHING to complain about. For out of the mouth the heart flows......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today some of my blessings are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1. Getting to stay home with my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;2. Having a husband who willing goes to work everyday to provide for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3. A God who has chosen and adopted me into His family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;4. Four precious babies who are healthy and happy {most of the time}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;5. A paid for small 2 bedroom house that comfortably holds all 6 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;6. A life that allows my 2 year old to wear a Snow White dress all day. To where her only concern need be the matching shoes. Not whether or not she'll get to eat the next meal or whether or not her mommy or daddy will come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0oAcZUxhI/AAAAAAAABK0/4WXmAifpNCM/s1600/Snowwhite1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0oAcZUxhI/AAAAAAAABK0/4WXmAifpNCM/s320/Snowwhite1.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0oDPTjlyI/AAAAAAAABK8/oe7ufltLs-M/s1600/Snowwhite2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0oDPTjlyI/AAAAAAAABK8/oe7ufltLs-M/s320/Snowwhite2.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How many of your grumlings are actually blessings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-6147066381184728431?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/6147066381184728431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-easy-we-grumble.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6147066381184728431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6147066381184728431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-easy-we-grumble.html' title='How easy we grumble'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TD0oAcZUxhI/AAAAAAAABK0/4WXmAifpNCM/s72-c/Snowwhite1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-3318769207751140117</id><published>2010-07-12T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:14:25.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw{e} Desserts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDvnlGEBGrI/AAAAAAAABKs/UcCzY7x8NxI/s1600/Raw%28e%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDvnlGEBGrI/AAAAAAAABKs/UcCzY7x8NxI/s200/Raw%28e%29.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I decided I wanted to try and become a consistent blogger again. {Yes, I have high hopes for myself with this unreliable internet we pay a ridiculous amount for and for trying to maintain a blog worth reading while managing a home and raising 4 kids.}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I'm jumping back in and joining the RAW{E} photo challenge, over at &lt;a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/2010/07/rawe-desserts.html"&gt;Sailor and Company&lt;/a&gt;, for this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This week theme is desserts! The only rule is the shot has to be straight out of the camera. No editing allowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was trying to figure out which picture I wanted to enter and then I remembered this picture from a friends baby shower back in March (or maybe Feburary....?) I loved the little 'robins eggs' sitting on top of the chocolate cupcakes!{Great job, Kalina and Rhonda!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDvnepjHQcI/AAAAAAAABKk/RmaRBmsyMvc/s1600/Picture+085-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDvnepjHQcI/AAAAAAAABKk/RmaRBmsyMvc/s320/Picture+085-1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't they make your mouth water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-3318769207751140117?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/3318769207751140117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/rawe-desserts.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3318769207751140117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3318769207751140117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/rawe-desserts.html' title='Raw{e} Desserts!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDvnlGEBGrI/AAAAAAAABKs/UcCzY7x8NxI/s72-c/Raw%28e%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-5543973208529738757</id><published>2010-07-11T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:54:17.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lindsay Files -part 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I know you're probably wondering what happened to part 4. Well, I've been a slacker blogger and havnt touched this blog in almost 3 weeks. I figured I should go ahead and talk about 3rd grade life, since its the most recent part of Mommys Piggy Tails, and then go back and blog Part 4 about 2nd grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The summer between 2nd and 3rd grade we spent a few weeks in California visiting my dad. That year we went to Disneyland again and spent the week at a lake with some family friends. The wife babysat us when my dad and step mom were at work so we were pretty familiar with the family. They only had 1 child, a son, and I remember thinking he was soooo cute. Total California boy! His mom was your typical early 90's California girl as well. Dark tan, the bangs and pink lipstick. We really enjoyed her watching us that summer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoZBlIYDuI/AAAAAAAABJ0/rHNc6jmRU5M/s1600/Picture+142-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoZBlIYDuI/AAAAAAAABJ0/rHNc6jmRU5M/s320/Picture+142-1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My step sister Jackie, brother Corey, John David and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoar7a328I/AAAAAAAABKM/vCSM4suwZtw/s1600/Picture+145-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoar7a328I/AAAAAAAABKM/vCSM4suwZtw/s320/Picture+145-1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If only I could be this tan again.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;While at the lake we went on a banana boat. Let me just say I am REALLY scared of lake water. Still am to this day. The thought of swimming from the boat to a tube, or falling out a of tube, pretty much sends me into hyperventilating. No lie. Anyways, we'd all pile on this banana boat and they would drive all crazy and do everything possible to throw everyone off the banana boat. This picture, my friends, is what happened every.single.time. They could not get me to fall off. I would hold on for dear life. I was not letting go and falling into the lake. Into the unknown!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoYTWtmGFI/AAAAAAAABJk/1DDInm6_qIg/s1600/Picture+141-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoYTWtmGFI/AAAAAAAABJk/1DDInm6_qIg/s320/Picture+141-1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoabz5XN6I/AAAAAAAABKE/gH2clkZS01w/s1600/Picture+144-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoabz5XN6I/AAAAAAAABKE/gH2clkZS01w/s320/Picture+144-1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some pictures of us getting autographs at Disneyland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoaMA2yJJI/AAAAAAAABJ8/6R5pGscN0Eg/s1600/Picture+143-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoaMA2yJJI/AAAAAAAABJ8/6R5pGscN0Eg/s320/Picture+143-1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving the boat with my brother and step sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My 3rd grade teacher was Mrs. Beard. Shes the teacher I wanted and my mom had requested. My requested my teacher every year. I didn't realize that until I was older and she told me. I just assumed I was super lucky to be getting the teacher I wanted every year! ha! I remember distinctly walking up the steps of school, a couple weeks before the first day, to see who my teacher was going to be. I noticed my friend Cassie- remember the one I walked to school with in Kindergarten- was in my class that year! When I called to tell her she informed they were moving. About 30-45 minutes away. Still in the Dallas area but far enough not to see her everyday or even every week. I was bummed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Third grade was the year I learned to skip count- ya know besides 2's, 5's and 10's- and multiplication. I can still sing some of the skip counting songs she taught us that year and I taught them to Elisa when I was teaching her multiplication! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Two years later, when I was in 5th grade, Mrs. Beard was standing on a ladder painting in her house. Somehow she fell off and the fall killed her. I remember thinking it was so weird knowing my 3rd grade teacher had died.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The Lindsay Files- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-pt-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyspiggytales.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/dcrdesign/mommys-piggy-tales-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-5543973208529738757?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/5543973208529738757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-files-part-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5543973208529738757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5543973208529738757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/07/lindsay-files-part-5.html' title='The Lindsay Files -part 5'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TDoZBlIYDuI/AAAAAAAABJ0/rHNc6jmRU5M/s72-c/Picture+142-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-3447713162262559270</id><published>2010-06-24T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:26:58.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lindsay Files  - Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As I sit here and eat some cookie dough I am racking my brain trying to remember some significant happenings of my 1st grade life. And.....I'm having a really hard time. I've tried all week long because I was thinking I don't remember too much of 1st grade life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp; do remember getting the baby doll I wanted that year. It was a Cabbage Patch doll that could go in the water. It was super cool!&amp;nbsp; {I tried to find a picture of the doll online to give you some eye candy but I couldn't find one. Sorry.} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I also do remember my teachers name was Mrs. Brown. She moved at the end of the year and I never saw her again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't try out for the talent show again that year. {You'll see that this is odd for me as the future weeks unfold}  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was in the same class as Kerri again. And Ginger, Chris Horn, Chris Wolf and....there was someone else I can picture but can't place their name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I forgot to mention in my kindergarten entry that that year I was tested for the gifted and talented program. I passed and was admitted to the program but 1st grade was the first full year being apart of LEAP (Learning Enrichment Academic Program). I remember getting to leave class once a week to go to LEAP and getting to do really fun projects and stuff. And thinking we must have been really awesome. {har har}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As an adult -in part of my reading up on some of the &lt;i&gt;whys &lt;/i&gt;we would homeschool {besides the most important - the spirital reason}- I discovered why the gifted and talented programs were even developed for the public education system. Let me just say, go read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0966707109?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=bechegav-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0966707109"&gt;the deliberate dumbing down of america - A Chronological Paper Trail: A Chronological Paper Trail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=bechegav-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0966707109" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt; VERY VERY interesting and mind opening. But, that really has nothing to do with my first grade year other than that I became part of the grand scheme to control the minds of the children *insert big scary laugh here*.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;One thing I do remember that year was that I cut my hair all off. It was really long. Like, down to my hiney long. And one day I decided I wanted short hair. And, my mom agreed to let me get it cut. So cut it I did! So much so that the following school day I was walking down the hall before school and my teacher and friend Ginger walked past me and didn't even recognize me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This is the year I became a Christian and got baptized. I remember this was the year I realized that not everyone went to church. Yes, in my little innocent mind everyone went to church and knew God and His Son. I remember sitting one day and asked my friend Ginger where she went to church. She said she didn't. Then, I turned to Chris Horn and asked where he went to church. He said he didn't. I remember thinking....huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I also remember seeing one of the afore mentioned people picking their nose and sticking it under their chair. {I am cracking myself up right now with this memory! Elisa is reading this and telling me how disgusting that is!} Since the person could some day google their name and this blog could possibly pop up I would hate to call that person out on the um....world wide web. So, I wont.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I do have a picture of my 1st grade year but its packed away in a box I can't get to just yet. I think this was a year my mom forgot about picture day. Just sayin'........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Want to read the other parts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1- I was born.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-pt-2.html" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Part 2- Pre K- Kindergarten years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyspiggytales.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/dcrdesign/mommys-piggy-tales-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-3447713162262559270?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/3447713162262559270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-3.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3447713162262559270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3447713162262559270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-3.html' title='The Lindsay Files  - Part 3'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-3605864485910024794</id><published>2010-06-23T00:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:01:00.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TCE5KEREUII/AAAAAAAABJc/Nu8x-8vuLRU/s1600/Picture+006a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TCE5KEREUII/AAAAAAAABJc/Nu8x-8vuLRU/s320/Picture+006a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;My honey and his Grandpa {aka Pappy}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Doing what they love to do best.....pickin' with each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-3605864485910024794?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/3605864485910024794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesday_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3605864485910024794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3605864485910024794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesday_23.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TCE5KEREUII/AAAAAAAABJc/Nu8x-8vuLRU/s72-c/Picture+006a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-2247732518497191366</id><published>2010-06-22T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:35:59.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Twist to the Matching Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't remember where I got this idea-or if I came up with it on my own? But, for what it's worth&lt;i&gt; I &lt;/i&gt;thought it was worth sharing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TCE0L5LcsaI/AAAAAAAABJU/5PZKO4uleAE/s1600/Picture+159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TCE0L5LcsaI/AAAAAAAABJU/5PZKO4uleAE/s320/Picture+159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This can help turn the monotonous task of sock matching into a game for your kids! It also helps preschoolers with their matching skills {bonus points!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Whenever I have a load with socks I typically throw them into a basket. Once that basket gets pretty full-or we run out of socks *wink*- I put my kids to work!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;First, I grab a handful of socks and start laying them across the living room floor. Then I tell them to pick a sock and find its match. This is an especially good chore for my 6 year old. Still, after doing this 'game' for a couple years now, she is pleased with herself when she finds new matching pairs!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You could even go as far as making it a competition for your older ones. See who can match the most pairs and then award them with a prize. My girls like an extra .50 or so. Nothing like a little money to kick that motivation into gear ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Another great sock tip that I learned from my Uncle Jim is this; every time you take your socks off grab a safety pin and pin the pair together. They can be washed like this and will save you the time trying to match them once they're dry! {obviously this wouldn't work if you're having your kids play the sock matching game!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since I can't get the blog button to work on here I'm participating in the &lt;a href="http://wearethatfamily.com/"&gt;Works for Me Wednesday &lt;/a&gt;blog carnival!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-2247732518497191366?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/2247732518497191366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/twist-to-matching-game.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2247732518497191366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2247732518497191366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/twist-to-matching-game.html' title='A Twist to the Matching Game'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TCE0L5LcsaI/AAAAAAAABJU/5PZKO4uleAE/s72-c/Picture+159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-7578819937892398436</id><published>2010-06-21T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:44:31.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you joined yet???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Swagbucks that is!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Its an online search engine that scores you points just for searching the web like you already normally do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You can then redeem your points for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FREE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;stuff! Did you read that correct?! &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FREE STUFF JUST FOR SEARCHING ONLINE!&lt;/span&gt; My personal fav is being able to redeem the swagbucks points for Amazon.com gift cards! I have a friend whos goal is to have a completely free Christmas this in part thanks to Swagbucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Heres what you do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Click on the picture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swagbucks.com/refer/Lindslane" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img alt="Search &amp;amp; Win" border="0" src="http://prodegebanners.sitegrip.com/images/swagbucks-200x200.jpg" title="Search &amp;amp; Win" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sign up and we'll both earn Swagbucks just because YOU joined!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Come back and let me know if you joined through my link today so I can tell you thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-7578819937892398436?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/7578819937892398436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-you-joined-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/7578819937892398436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/7578819937892398436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-you-joined-yet.html' title='Have you joined yet???'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-4970904207809787570</id><published>2010-06-21T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:20:41.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen- 9 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Owen is nearing 11 months *gasp* and I still haven't share his 'offical' 9 month pictures I took. In all honesty I wasn't that pleased with them. I took them at a bad time of day {lighting wise. I'm still learning} and my camera was giving me a hard time focusing. {Still not sure of the issue there} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But, I played around with a few of my faves and edited them to my liking. I can not believe in just 6 short weeks how much older he looks now than he did then. It makes me want to cry. In 9 days my little guy will be entering his last month of his first year. Can.not.believe.it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;He's walking, climbing {everything!}, jabbering, kissing and just being an all around adorable boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-rKkhgfjI/AAAAAAAABI8/Onay_DWcx1M/s1600/Picture+034a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-rKkhgfjI/AAAAAAAABI8/Onay_DWcx1M/s320/Picture+034a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-rOxhFD6I/AAAAAAAABJE/IvRy7vKvIMw/s1600/Picture+040a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-rOxhFD6I/AAAAAAAABJE/IvRy7vKvIMw/s320/Picture+040a.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So serious. He was D.O.N.E by this point. I'm sure the poopy diaper didn't help ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-q-B3UqzI/AAAAAAAABIk/tIFNCRIgQdg/s1600/Picture+007a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-q-B3UqzI/AAAAAAAABIk/tIFNCRIgQdg/s320/Picture+007a.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lighting is bad. Its too bright, but I love this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-rHdiJbtI/AAAAAAAABI0/tqv4XN_9F7k/s1600/Picture+015a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-rHdiJbtI/AAAAAAAABI0/tqv4XN_9F7k/s320/Picture+015a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;proof that he was standing on his own&amp;nbsp;at 9 months :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-tFdrpFlI/AAAAAAAABJM/Oly4AbZstPs/s1600/Picture+012a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-tFdrpFlI/AAAAAAAABJM/Oly4AbZstPs/s320/Picture+012a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4970904207809787570?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4970904207809787570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/owen-9-months.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4970904207809787570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4970904207809787570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/owen-9-months.html' title='Owen- 9 months'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TB-rKkhgfjI/AAAAAAAABI8/Onay_DWcx1M/s72-c/Picture+034a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-7421567120817937282</id><published>2010-06-18T09:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:27:28.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lindsay Files- Pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There's not much I remember about my pre-k life but some things do stick out. Like the time I was in a Psalty play. If you were a Christian during the 80's surely you remember Psalty the big blue song book?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBuHhKSYjgI/AAAAAAAABH8/s3xlY6r2-Lc/s1600/psalty.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBuHhKSYjgI/AAAAAAAABH8/s3xlY6r2-Lc/s320/psalty.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, my mom worked at the FIrst Baptist of Carrollton daycare center and my uncle was the chaplain and in charge of the older kids. He had the older kids put on a big show and yours truly got to be the 1 lone little girl in the play. My big line consisted of "even 3!" So wait....maybe I wasn't even in pre-k yet. Maybe I was still 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My dad had moved to California by the time I was this age. He had remarried a woman with a little girl 4 months older than me. So, we now had a step-sister. At one point they had come back to Texas to visit me and brothers and my dads dad and step mom down in San Antonio. I remember staying in hotel in San Antonio and my dad ordering Dominoes pizza. I remember sitting there eating that pizza and when someone picked up one of the very last pieces to eat there was a dead bug under the pizza. YUCK! We had eaten almost the entire thing before anyone discovered that nasty thing. Dominoes left a bad taste in my mouth for a very very long time after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have a lot of memories of my kindergarten year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBuOnha4AJI/AAAAAAAABIU/axAbyaHgX0s/s1600/Picture+139-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBuOnha4AJI/AAAAAAAABIU/axAbyaHgX0s/s320/Picture+139-1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Me and my neighbors Sabrina and Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That was back when kindergarten was still half days. I was in the afternoon class because I was older. I guess maybe the younger kids went earlier because they figured they still needed naps in the afternoons?? My &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/cancer-sucks.html"&gt;Aunt Gail&lt;/a&gt; babysat me back then and I would walk half way to school alone. I would walk down the street to my friend Cassie Clevengers house and we'd walk the rest of the way together. It wasn't a long walk at all but thinking about letting a kindergartener walk to school alone nowadays makes me cringe! Those were different days....even just over 20 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first boyfriend that year. His name was Jay.....and now that I'm trying to I can't remember his last name! {for the record it is not ok for my girls to have boyfriends in kindergarten! HA!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That year I wanted to be in the talent show. I decided to sing Somewhere Out There from An American Tale. And, I did. Just to the accompaniment, not even with words. I was pretty darn cute if I say so myself ;) Watching the video I can't believe someone that little was brave enough to stand in front of all those people and sing! I ended up winning 2nd place overall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I also had my first sleepover at my house. It was with Kerri Felderhoff (ha! I remember her last name!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That year I formed friendships that could have lasted a lifetime. There's something about starting kindergarten in the town you're going to spend your entire school career in. Kerri ended up being in my class every year until 5th grade when I moved elementary schools (because a new one opened up and I was zoned to it). There were also several others in my kindergarten class that ended up being in the same class as me through 4th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have several good memories of kindergarten. I really loved school when I was little and that started my school career off on a good foot. I always say that kindergarten teachers have to be called to teach that age and I must have had a good teacher since I remember it so fondly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also must have visited my dad in California for the first time the summer following kindergarten. He took us to Universal Studios and Disney Land that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBuOqQ11lbI/AAAAAAAABIc/uJu3pAafdQ4/s1600/Picture+137-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBuOqQ11lbI/AAAAAAAABIc/uJu3pAafdQ4/s320/Picture+137-1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;me, a carebear and my step-sister Jackie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;{and some girl who got in on our picture!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember quite vividly taking some kind of tour around Universal Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBuOmjt12FI/AAAAAAAABIM/0_vegzeRloo/s1600/Picture+138-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBuOmjt12FI/AAAAAAAABIM/0_vegzeRloo/s320/Picture+138-1024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jaws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dear sweet brothers, who must have been about 14 and 16 at the time, told me that Godzilla- in all his firey glory- would be on one side of the tram, so I should sit on the other side. I did because I did not want to be scared! Surely my dad was oblivious to all of this because as we were driving through the part with Godzilla I turn and look and there he is! On my side! I was screaming hysterically while my sweet brothers were laughing hysterically.Obviously it made quite an impression on my 6 year old mind!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-1.html"&gt;The Lindsay Files- Pt 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyspiggytales.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/dcrdesign/mommys-piggy-tales-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-7421567120817937282?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/7421567120817937282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/7421567120817937282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/7421567120817937282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-pt-2.html' title='The Lindsay Files- Pt 2'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBuHhKSYjgI/AAAAAAAABH8/s3xlY6r2-Lc/s72-c/psalty.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-6519205309639712158</id><published>2010-06-16T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:33:12.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBkKbIcfcHI/AAAAAAAABH0/rAubVT5dLA4/s1600/lakebehind2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBkKbIcfcHI/AAAAAAAABH0/rAubVT5dLA4/s320/lakebehind2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-6519205309639712158?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/6519205309639712158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6519205309639712158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6519205309639712158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBkKbIcfcHI/AAAAAAAABH0/rAubVT5dLA4/s72-c/lakebehind2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-3138395892870021801</id><published>2010-06-16T12:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:20:49.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lentil and Brown Rice Casserole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I found this super cheap and frugal meal on another blog, &lt;a href="http://www.gettingfreedom.net/2009/02/lentil-brown-rice-casserole-my-way.html"&gt;Getting Freedom From Debt.&lt;/a&gt; (Sorry no picture from me) I modified to the recipe to fit what our family likes. I added taco seasoning instead of Italian and I ended up having to remove the foil, turn the oven heat up and cook it quite a bit longer than her instructions. BUT in the end it turned out to be really yummy so I thought I would pass on our modified version of it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Our family likes bread of some sort with every meal, we feel empty without it. Remember my &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-control.html"&gt;bread withdraws&lt;/a&gt;? So, I grabbed of bag of tortilla chips to scoop some of the casserole on. If you're looking for something else to make while you're on a Beans and Rice diet this would be it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lentil and Brown Rice Casserole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3 cups broth (I used vegtable because thats what I had on hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3/4 cups lentils (dry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 cup brown rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3/4 cup chopped onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1 chopped green pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;2 grated carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;3 tablespoons taco seasoning&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1 cup grated cheddar cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mix everything together and place in casserole dish. Bake at 400&amp;nbsp; for 1hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Serve with tortilla chips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*I estimated how much taco seasoning I used. Honestly, I put in a couple tablespoons the felt it wasnt enough and so I just sprinlked it all over, stirred and repeated about 3 or 4 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-3138395892870021801?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/3138395892870021801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lentil-and-brown-rice-casserole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3138395892870021801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3138395892870021801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lentil-and-brown-rice-casserole.html' title='Lentil and Brown Rice Casserole'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-3662461012080794745</id><published>2010-06-15T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:25:35.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I dont typically like using the word sucks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But, I thought it the best way to describe how I feel about cancer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;At least the most &lt;i&gt;mild &lt;/i&gt;way I feel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cancer has taken many people from my life but most recently my Aunt Gail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBfYLHpZMWI/AAAAAAAABGc/iJ9J7KquZeM/s1600/IMG_1204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBfYLHpZMWI/AAAAAAAABGc/iJ9J7KquZeM/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This a picture of my Aunt Gail and cousin Megan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It was taken back in 2006. My Aunt and cousin had come down to Elisa and Ava's 5th and 2nd birthday party, kind of as a way to celebrate my aunt being cancer free.She had just finished her final round of chemo and had been pronounced breast cancer free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts breast cancer had returned and metastasized and spread to different parts of her body and her bones. Our last visit with her was Thanksgiving 2008. We all, my mom and step dad, brother Shawn, his wife Judith and their children Ethan and Jayla and my other brother Corey all went to Ohio to spend the holiday with my aunt, uncle and cousins. There was the lingering thought that year of whether it would be our last with her or not. We all &lt;i&gt;hoped&lt;/i&gt; not. We all &lt;i&gt;prayed&lt;/i&gt; not. But, we had to rest in the fact that God is sovereign and all things work together for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Gail, my moms sister and my closest aunt, lost her battle with breast cancer in June of 2009. She was 55 and I was 34 weeks pregnant with Owen. I was too pregnant to fly and too miserable to drive. Derek, I and my Dr decided that it was best that I not make the 18 hour drive to Columbus, Ohio to her funeral. This was a very difficult decision for me but ended up being for the best. I ended up getting extremely sick the night before we were supposed to leave and that would have made for an even more miserable trip. Elisa and Ava drove up there with my mom and brother so they could be with the rest of our family during the awful time of loss everyone was experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago my mom and ! decided to go up to Columbus to participate in the Susan B. Komen Race for the Cure race in Columbus in my aunts honor. While we do not support Race for Cure {because of them funding planned parenthood} we wanted to support the team that was formed in my aunts honor. So, me, my mom and Owen flew up there for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBgHasSl0KI/AAAAAAAABHU/ZyxmcHE5zhA/s1600/Oairport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBgHasSl0KI/AAAAAAAABHU/ZyxmcHE5zhA/s320/Oairport.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this would be a weekend of closure for me since I didn't get the chance to experience that at her funeral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBgJcHRGzyI/AAAAAAAABHk/TW77Y_Jx-bw/s1600/Walk4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBgJcHRGzyI/AAAAAAAABHk/TW77Y_Jx-bw/s320/Walk4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Uncle Jim, me, Megan and my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat at the race....watching all the people that were touched in way or another by breast cancer I couldn't believe how far reaching this disease is. It was estimated that 50,000 people participated in the race that weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;50,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBf-OmJ-UnI/AAAAAAAABGk/kHaAQokSK7c/s1600/50000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBf-OmJ-UnI/AAAAAAAABGk/kHaAQokSK7c/s320/50000.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 3rd largest race in the country. Most of the people were there racing in honor of someone. You could tell who they walked in celebration or in memory of by little pink papers pinned on their backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBf-cwoJjHI/AAAAAAAABG0/XiB05dXNyPg/s1600/memory2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBf-cwoJjHI/AAAAAAAABG0/XiB05dXNyPg/s320/memory2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBf-asZtB2I/AAAAAAAABGs/ZLgvP6WQFc0/s1600/memory1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBf-asZtB2I/AAAAAAAABGs/ZLgvP6WQFc0/s320/memory1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;These 2 signs were the hardest for me to look at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBf-f_MmQWI/AAAAAAAABG8/hjuLx0f492k/s1600/memory3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBf-f_MmQWI/AAAAAAAABG8/hjuLx0f492k/s320/memory3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;My uncle Jim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBf-iqZSBXI/AAAAAAAABHE/OYkHOQ6uE90/s1600/memory4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBf-iqZSBXI/AAAAAAAABHE/OYkHOQ6uE90/s320/memory4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin Megan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;There were ladies walking around in pink shirts. This showed they were survivors. They beat their breast cancer. I sat on the side walk just watching people walk by. As I saw the survivors I couldn't help but think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'its not fair. It's not fair they survived but Aunt Gail didn't. Its not fair their husbands get them for more of their lives and Uncle Jim doesnt get his wife. Its not fair that they'll get to see their daughters or sons get married and Aunt Gail didn't get to see Megan and Mandy walk down the isle. It's not fair Aunt Gail never got to meet her future grandbabies. Its not fair she died at such a young age. Its just not fair'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;But, lifes not fair and God is still sovereign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I held it all together until my mom asked if I was crying. For the record, I wasn't crying...yet. I was trying my hardest to hold it in. But what is it about someone asking you if you're crying that makes the flood gates open?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;So, I sat and cried.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;And then we walked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;And I felt refreshed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Later that day we went and visited my aunts grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBgG1eze_XI/AAAAAAAABHM/VVn2O5xh6X8/s1600/grave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBgG1eze_XI/AAAAAAAABHM/VVn2O5xh6X8/s320/grave.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we visited her favorite park,&lt;a href="http://www.inniswood.org/"&gt; Innis Woods Park&lt;/a&gt;. Theres a place called the Secret Garden that my uncle said was her favorite place in the park. On Saturday mornings they would go pick up Starbucks and take their coffee and go away and just sit in the Secret Garden together enjoying nature.&lt;br /&gt;I want to devote an entire post to the Secret Garden and Innis Woods Park. It was beautiful there. But, here is a glimpse.....&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBgJZztHzbI/AAAAAAAABHc/FQjINTE0bjc/s1600/park1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBgJZztHzbI/AAAAAAAABHc/FQjINTE0bjc/s320/park1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so glad I was able to make the trip up there that weekend and to just remember my aunt. I'm so glad that some day we'll see each other again. And I'm so glad that through the loss of someone close dieing to cancer I have a God who I can still say &lt;i&gt;'You are good.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-3662461012080794745?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/3662461012080794745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/cancer-sucks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3662461012080794745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3662461012080794745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/cancer-sucks.html' title='Cancer Sucks.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBfYLHpZMWI/AAAAAAAABGc/iJ9J7KquZeM/s72-c/IMG_1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8022755436683734993</id><published>2010-06-10T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:32:59.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lindsay Files- part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the encouragement of this precious lady, &lt;a href="http://www.lifeaboveandbeyond.com/"&gt;Debi&lt;/a&gt;, I am joining in on the &lt;a href="http://www.mommyspiggytales.com/"&gt;Mommys Piggytails&lt;/a&gt; to tell my story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The story of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;While, this may not be interesting to everyone I hope that one day my kids can look back on these entries to get a bigger glimpse into the life I’ve lived thus far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was born in a small &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;East Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt; town. Kilgore &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; to be exact. Population 1100{ish} back in 1982. I was born to 2 big brothers, 8 and 10 years older than me. I was the unexpected surprise if you will. My parents had a very rocky marriage before I was born. My mom often wondered why my parents had stayed together all those years through the awfulness that was her marriage. Two years before I was born my mom had recommitted her life to the Lord and looking back she says she realized that had she not stayed with my dad through all those years I would never have been born. Through the years that followed my parents divorce, and my brothers growing and leaving the house, my mom and I had a very special relationship. Had they gotten a divorce years earlier my mom would never have had a daughter to share those years with. My dad cried when he found out I was girl in the delivery room. Both my mom and dad had hoped I would be a girl so they were thrilled to find that I was! (I mean it was me, who wouldn’t be thrilled!?! Har har) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My mom had me naturally. A decision I think she regrets since I weighed in at 8 lbs 2 oz. My mom is a small lady. Only 5’1 and probably 100 lbs before she was pregnant with me. {When she found out I was wanting to try for a natural VBA3C with Owen I think she thought I was nuts!} I was born at &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Laird&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename w:st="on"&gt;Memorial&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype w:st="on"&gt;Hospital&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBE9U5ktTtI/AAAAAAAABGU/_iofxxA8fpI/s1600/KilgoreLairdMemHosp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBE9U5ktTtI/AAAAAAAABGU/_iofxxA8fpI/s320/KilgoreLairdMemHosp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My mom saved the envelope where the ‘girl name’ brainstorm took place. There were such contenders as Tiffany, Heather and Jennifer. You know….whatever they chose I would be only 1 of many girls in my class growing up with the same trendy 70’s/80’s name J In the end they chose the name Lindsay Erma. {now the cat is out of the bag. My middle name is Erma. Laugh away.} At least they went with the less common A spelling of the name ;) Erma they chose after my great great aunt Erma. She was one of the most special people in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Twenty days after I was born we celebrated my first Christmas. &amp;nbsp;My dad had just lost his job working in the oil fields and they were pretty bad off. Both sets of my grandparents came to visit that Christmas. My moms parents from &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Kansas City&lt;/st1:city&gt; and my dads from &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Dallas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. My mom remembers my Grandma Anne {my dads mother} giving them a check for $500 that Christmas and how touched she was at their generosity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It was less than a year later that my parents marriage would fully disintegrate and we would continue on with life in our family as Mom, Shawn (Mark), Corey and Lindsay. &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyspiggytales.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/dcrdesign/mommys-piggy-tales-button.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8022755436683734993?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8022755436683734993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8022755436683734993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8022755436683734993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/lindsay-files-part-1.html' title='The Lindsay Files- part 1'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBE9U5ktTtI/AAAAAAAABGU/_iofxxA8fpI/s72-c/KilgoreLairdMemHosp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-1558241847504652728</id><published>2010-06-10T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:30:30.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's Worst Week Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In the past 3 weeks Owen has been pretty sick. He came down with bronchiolitis over Memorial Day weekend but I didn’t take him to the Dr’s until Tuesday following the weekend. By that time he was coughing pretty bad and just miserable :( He ended up having an ear infection and possible pneumonia to make matters worse! Poor little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Thursday all 3 girls woke up feeling sick in various ways. So needless to say that was a very.long.week with all 4 kids down for the count! But, God is good and He provided the strength for me to endure the long week ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday everyone was feeling much better and enjoying the day. Owen was outside with Audrey playing when I heard him screaming. Not just my sister took my toy away screaming. Or, I bumped my head screaming. But, bloody murder screaming. When I ran out there- Derek was outside watering the plants but didn’t hear this all happening- I saw that my little guy was swarmed by red wasps! Now I am terrified of anything that stings. In my 27 years of life I have yet to be stung by anything. But, seeing my precious boy being swarmed by those suckers made the mom instinct kick in and I was out there grabbing him up in flash. He was screaming hysterically and with a quick check it appeared as though he had been stung 2 times on the chest and once on the back. I ran in and did what any nursing mother would do…started nursing him to calm him down. At one point &amp;nbsp;he pulled off and I saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;His little lip starting to swell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He had been stung on the lip and I didn’t realize it! As his lip swelledn and he nursed, Derek googled what to look for after a baby gets stung. We thought he had been stung 4 times so that was a lot of poison going into his little body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Once everyone was calmed down we checked him over again and the places on his chest and back, where we had originally thought he had been stung, weren’t swollen or anything so we now wonder if he really had been stung there or not. We discovered that the stinger had been left in his lip the entire time before we realized he had been stung in the mouth so more poison was just pumping into his lip and he nursed and cried L Talk about feeling like an awful mom for not knowing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;He started sucking on his lip as it swelled and by the time we realized the stinger was still in there (there had been a black dot at the center of the swelling)&amp;nbsp; he had already sucked it out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;By morning the swelling was gone. The only remnants left of the sting was the nasty inside of his lip peeling from his lip having been so swollen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I guess we can mark this down in the family history book as Owen’s worst week ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBEO5taUOfI/AAAAAAAABGM/VjV4bCcO6pg/s1600/Picture+045a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBEO5taUOfI/AAAAAAAABGM/VjV4bCcO6pg/s320/Picture+045a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-1558241847504652728?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/1558241847504652728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/owens-worst-week-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/1558241847504652728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/1558241847504652728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/06/owens-worst-week-ever.html' title='Owen&apos;s Worst Week Ever'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/TBEO5taUOfI/AAAAAAAABGM/VjV4bCcO6pg/s72-c/Picture+045a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8720743504706950126</id><published>2010-05-25T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:48:57.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Our internet has been hit or miss over the past week. So I haven't been able to blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;or read blogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;or do anything fun online.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've randomly been able to check my email and load Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; But, for the most part it *might* connect but wont load any pages. So, with that being said....it appears as though its working now so I will be back to blogging regularly soon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have much to share including my trip to Ohio, visit to Amish country, recipe for homemade playdough.....and much more :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Exciting right!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8720743504706950126?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8720743504706950126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8720743504706950126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8720743504706950126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been??'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-4034630822367150190</id><published>2010-05-18T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:19:38.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw{e} In Memory of Aunt Gail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S_NlJvBg7-I/AAAAAAAABGE/o0ryI4ZNNo8/s1600/Raw%28e%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S_NlJvBg7-I/AAAAAAAABGE/o0ryI4ZNNo8/s320/Raw%28e%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Raw{e}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weeks theme is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THIS WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the photo must be something that you have taken this past weekend up until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this Friday. Options are WIDE open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No digging through your archives...take something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be creative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/2010/05/rawe-this-week.html"&gt;Sailor and Company for the Raw{e} theme page!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S_NklcNILjI/AAAAAAAABF8/6b7XgfWpmPM/s1600/Picture+380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S_NklcNILjI/AAAAAAAABF8/6b7XgfWpmPM/s400/Picture+380.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;In memory of Aunt Gail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This past weekend we went up to Columbus Ohio and participated in the Race for the Cure race up there. My closest aunt passed away from breast cancer last June after it returned for a second time. I was unable to make it to her funeral because I was so pregnant with Owen at the time. When we were up there this weekend we went to her grave to visit for the first time. I captured this shot of Owen crawling up to the tombstone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll post more about my visit later this week. For now, this is it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4034630822367150190?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4034630822367150190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/rawe-in-memory-of-aunt-gail.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4034630822367150190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4034630822367150190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/rawe-in-memory-of-aunt-gail.html' title='Raw{e} In Memory of Aunt Gail'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S_NlJvBg7-I/AAAAAAAABGE/o0ryI4ZNNo8/s72-c/Raw%28e%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-4508378077041078837</id><published>2010-05-12T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:48:48.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen Vs. Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Owen vs Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-rNMuGBIwI/AAAAAAAABFs/K79yWaWjW-o/s1600/OvsS2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-rNMuGBIwI/AAAAAAAABFs/K79yWaWjW-o/s400/OvsS2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-rNzXOFC3I/AAAAAAAABF0/5HqkHPwAwXI/s1600/OvsS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-rNzXOFC3I/AAAAAAAABF0/5HqkHPwAwXI/s400/OvsS.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4508378077041078837?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4508378077041078837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/owen-vs-spaghetti.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4508378077041078837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4508378077041078837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/owen-vs-spaghetti.html' title='Owen Vs. Spaghetti'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-rNMuGBIwI/AAAAAAAABFs/K79yWaWjW-o/s72-c/OvsS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-741912722705153071</id><published>2010-05-11T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:28:11.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The winner of the Going Green Giveaway is lucky #3- Kathryn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be emailing you for your mailing address and getting these {green} goodies in the mail to you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-741912722705153071?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/741912722705153071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/drum-roll-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/741912722705153071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/741912722705153071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum Roll Please'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-4787128618783342520</id><published>2010-05-11T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:06:52.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This was supposed to be my post announcing the winner of the Going Green Giveaway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, I realized this would be my 100th post!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't want it to be spent on just making a giveaway announcement. {Although, Im sure you want to know who the winner is!} So, I'll post the winner in post 101 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;For this post I thought I would do a review of the last 99 posts on this blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aren't you super excited!? *grin* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-christmas-away-this-year.html"&gt;very first post&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;explained the &lt;i&gt;whys &lt;/i&gt;of this blog. Why did we start it? Why were we doing it? Why did we decide to give Christmas away this past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We kicked off the blog with a &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/giving-day-1-giveaway.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We listed different ideas and ways to give the Gift of Christmas away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-cup-of-food-with-one-click.html"&gt;gift of food &lt;/a&gt;by clicking a simple blog button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-shoebox.html"&gt;Give a shoebox &lt;/a&gt;full of goodies (and the love of Jesus) to a needy child around the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How about giving a &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/give-some-coffee.html"&gt;cup of coffee &lt;/a&gt;and encouraging someone else to pay it forward?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And the gift of &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/giving-forgivness.html"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/pray-for-our-troops.html"&gt;prayer for our troops&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-joyful-noise.html"&gt;joyful noise&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What about all your &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-go.html"&gt;excess stuf&lt;/a&gt;f? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/over-past-9-days.html"&gt; giving away the simple things&lt;/a&gt; like a smile, good parking spot and saving a trip for the cart pusher {yeah, thats they're official title in my book!} by returning your cart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Or &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/bake-extra-dozen.html"&gt;baking an extra dozen&lt;/a&gt; to giveaway and make someones day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How about &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/save-little-give-lot.html"&gt;saving all year &lt;/a&gt;to give something &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/posts.g?blogID=8067398754049768318&amp;amp;searchType=ALL&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;big and meaningful&lt;/a&gt; in Christmas 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Give your kids a &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/reality-check.html"&gt;reality check&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We took a &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-challenge.html"&gt;challenge of cooking from the pantry&lt;/a&gt; and not spending any money for 2 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been stretched and learned new tasks like&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-long-pilsbury.html"&gt; baking bread from scratch,&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/02/homemade-baby-food-made-easy.html"&gt;making my own baby food&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/02/adventures-in-cooking-whole-chicken.html"&gt;cooking a whole chicken&lt;/a&gt;. {that last one was traumatizing!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Received &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/01/hot-water-how-i-love-thee.html"&gt;visits from Murphy&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Made some fun&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/ultimate-blog-party.html"&gt; new blog friends.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Shared some lessons from our family like learning about the &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/02/trinity-is-like-peanut-butter-cookie.html"&gt;Trinity and a peanut butter cookie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/purification.html"&gt;Purification.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/patience.html"&gt;Patience.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-control.html"&gt;Self-control.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;One word- &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/cleansing.html"&gt;Cleansing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Shared some recipes I love or have recently discovered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/crock-pot-slow-cooker-applesauce-recipe.html"&gt;Crock-pot applesauce&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaah-aroma.html"&gt;Crock-pot Barbecue Chicken and No Need to No knead&amp;nbsp; Rolls.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/resurrection-cookies.html"&gt;Resurrection Cookies&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/coconut-pancakes.html"&gt;Coconut flour Pancakes&lt;/a&gt;. (According to Hollie they're disgusting but when I was cleansing I thought they were wonderful!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And some &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/actions-speak.html"&gt;ways to be Jesus to the world&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Although that isn't an entire list of&amp;nbsp; all the posts on this blog, that sums up quite a few of them. If you're bored take a look and read some of the posts you've missed. Hopefully you'll be blessed and encouraged to give of yourself to others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4787128618783342520?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4787128618783342520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-100th-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4787128618783342520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4787128618783342520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th Post!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-2492162820218243504</id><published>2010-05-10T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:56:59.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday- A muddy mess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The Not Me Monday buttons are not working for me today (ha!), so to read more &lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/2010/05/not-me-monday-53/"&gt;Not Me! posts&lt;/a&gt; head on over to &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMamma's &lt;/a&gt;blog and check them out!&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont forget: today is the last day to enter the &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-green-giveaway.html"&gt;Going Green Giveaway.&lt;/a&gt; with $57 worth of green cleaning products! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This week I did not let my kids run free with the water hose on a warm day. I did not go outside to find my 5 year old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;you know the one who is certain she is going to grow up and be a real princess,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-gnhh4P1cI/AAAAAAAABFE/qtQm-B3SdqQ/s1600/Picture+270a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-gnhh4P1cI/AAAAAAAABFE/qtQm-B3SdqQ/s400/Picture+270a.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I did not go grab my camera, snap a picture and then pretend I did not see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I did not walk back outside several minutes later and see this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-gnsaQFVOI/AAAAAAAABFc/ZxOn51KIDXI/s1600/Picture+271a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-gnsaQFVOI/AAAAAAAABFc/ZxOn51KIDXI/s400/Picture+271a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I did not cringe, walk away and laugh to myself at the thought of my princess girl being covered in mud. Even her teeth! Yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I did not continue to let her play in the mud for a little while longer which resulted in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-gnjYn-qMI/AAAAAAAABFM/fxp7_Xj-loQ/s1600/Picture+274a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-gnjYn-qMI/AAAAAAAABFM/fxp7_Xj-loQ/s400/Picture+274a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And, this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-gnlmB5aeI/AAAAAAAABFU/n41fPbTw_M0/s1600/Picture+275a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-gnlmB5aeI/AAAAAAAABFU/n41fPbTw_M0/s400/Picture+275a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nope, not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I also did not wake Audrey up from her nap right before church on Wednesday afternoon. I would not let her sleep that late. I did not remover her diaper (from nap time) take her potty and go about getting the rest of everyone ready. She did not announce to me IN THE CHURCH PARKING LOT "mommy, I have no panties on." To which I responded "what, you have no panties on?!?!" I did not think really hard to see if I could remember putting panties on after taking her potty after her nap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I then did not realize I indeed did not put panties on her after taking her potty and before getting in the car!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nope, not me! I am far more organized than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-2492162820218243504?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/2492162820218243504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-me-monday-muddy-mess.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2492162820218243504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2492162820218243504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-me-monday-muddy-mess.html' title='Not Me Monday- A muddy mess!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-gnhh4P1cI/AAAAAAAABFE/qtQm-B3SdqQ/s72-c/Picture+270a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-6928789109171727965</id><published>2010-05-08T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:23:49.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I giving them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;{Warning: this could get lengthy. The Lord is working on me here. Proceed with time...hehe}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have a confession to make.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;One of the first things I do in the mornings is check my email and Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I should be embarrassed to admit that. But, its true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I get my kids (an easy) breakfast and sit myself at the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Last week, one night while nursing Owen to sleep and praying, {on a side note, I've realized that some of my best prayer time with the Lord is when I'm nursing my little guy to sleep. It's moments that I have to stop and be still. There's no other choice. So, I take advantage of that time to talk to the Lord and pray for my husband and kids} Anyways, the Lord really impressed on me that I shouldn't be making the computer one of my first stops of the day. So, I went to bed fully intending on not sitting at the computer first thing the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was doing good until Elisa told me someone was talking to me through Google chat. So, instead of ignoring them, I sat down to answer the question and chat. The conversation quickly went downhill and I had a choice to make. A) Continue in the conversation and let it ruin my morning or B) draw the line and walk away from the conversation. I chose option B because I could see exactly what was happening. I had purposed to skip the computer that morning, therefore giving that time time undivided to my kids, but instead the enemy used my weakness to try and steal that time away. I should have never sat down and once I realized what I had done I took the steps to obey what the Lord was prompting me to do. {On another side note, once our master bedroom addition is complete the computer will be moved into our bedroom and out of the dining room. Therefore making this MUCH less of a temptation!}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fast forward to today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today we celebrated Mothers Day with my husbands family (mom, dad, brother, sister and her family). Last year my mother in law ended up helping my husband cook part of the dinner. This year I told him he really needed to try and make sure she didn't do that. He needed to encourage his dad and brother to help out so she didn't feel the need to. Needless to say, my husband cooked our dinner today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; He also cleaned my kitchen, but thats for another post.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;While I saw my husband so selflessly and joyfully serving me, his mother and sister through cooking a dinner in honor of our holiday I realized something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am so blessed with this life the Lord has given me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Without a second thought this man goes to work at the crack of dawn everyday to make a living for our family. He works over-time and handles stress all so that I can stay home to be with our babies. He comes home from work and plays with our kids and gushes about what a good dinner I made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; A dinner that I haven't always put much thought into making for him after he's spent the day working hard for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No matter how tired he is he still helps me bathe the littles and lead our family in devotions. He patiently {well,&amp;nbsp; most of the time!} sits and listens when a 5 year old wants to pray but can't think of what to say. He comes back downstairs from putting the girls to sleep and instead of wanting to veg out in front of the TV or play some video game system to "unwind" he just wants me to come sit with him on the couch and tell him about our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When I saw my husband gladly cooking our dinner today my little life flashed before my eyes. Although this motherhood journey did not start out how either Derek or I had envisioned, here we are. And, I wouldn't trade this for anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This Mothers Day I am so grateful for the fact that&lt;i&gt; I&lt;/i&gt; get to be &lt;i&gt;these&lt;/i&gt; kids mommy. And that&lt;i&gt; I &lt;/i&gt;get to be &lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;mans wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, as I was sitting here at the computer {do you see a problem here??} I ran across &lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/2010/05/why-the-kids-really-want-you-be-a-little-red-hen.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (click that) blog. And, the Lord reminded me of what He was impressing on me last week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Am I giving my family table scraps? Am I joyfully and selflessly giving my all in serving them? Or, are they getting my left overs?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;To be continued......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-6928789109171727965?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/6928789109171727965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-am-i-giving-them.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6928789109171727965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6928789109171727965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-am-i-giving-them.html' title='What am I giving them?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8794884148974045847</id><published>2010-05-05T22:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:58:29.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-I8locnLEI/AAAAAAAABE8/Dj2HnmIyJr4/s1600/forrest-fire-wide-view-798852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-I8locnLEI/AAAAAAAABE8/Dj2HnmIyJr4/s400/forrest-fire-wide-view-798852.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;i&gt;{...for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks. Luke 6:45}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm emotional today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've come a long way, climbing up out of the muck and myer, to be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A place where I have left a grumbling heart behind and try daily to embrace all that brings glory and honor to my King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today I grieve for something I believe grieves the heart of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The tongue. The all powerful tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It can be sweeter than honey or dripping with poison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;{but no one can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of dealy poison. James 3:8}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It holds the power of life or death.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;{&lt;b&gt;Death and life are in the power of the tongue&lt;/b&gt;, and those who love it will eat its fruits. Proverbs 18:21}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;{&lt;b&gt;a gentle tongue is a tree of life&lt;/b&gt;, but the perverseness in it breaks the spirit. Proverbs 15:4}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And yet, we, as believers, don't tame our tongues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;{&lt;b&gt;If anyone thinks he is religious and does not bridle his tongue &lt;/b&gt;but decieves hi heart, &lt;b&gt;this person's religion is worthless&lt;/b&gt;. James 1:26}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;We let them go without a thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Without caution.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Without thinking of consequences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;{So also the &lt;b&gt;tongue is a small member&lt;/b&gt;, yet is boasts of great things. &lt;b&gt;How great a forest is set ablaze by such a small fire! &lt;/b&gt;The tongue is a fire, a world of unrighteousness. The tongue is set among our members, &lt;b&gt;staining the whole body&lt;/b&gt;, setting on fire the entire course of life and set on fire by hell.....but no human being can tame the tongue.&lt;b&gt; It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God. &lt;/b&gt;James 3:5-9}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;With the same mouths we sing praises, raise prayers and bless others we bring forth death.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;{&lt;b&gt;From the same mouth come blessing and cursing.&lt;/b&gt; My brothers (and sisters!) these things &lt;b&gt;ought not be so.&lt;/b&gt; Does a spring pour forth from the same opening both fresh and salt water? Can a fig tree, my brothers, bear olives or a grapevine produce figs? Neither can a salt pond yield fresh water. James 3:10-12}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This ought not be so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My heart aches when I hear other believers tearing down sisters and brothers with their words, thoughts and hearts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I am not exempt. I still fall victim to this sin. But, I put forth a strong effort to keep my tongue pure. Bringing forth life. Not death.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This isn't some 'cant we all get along' plee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If I think myself religious {God loving} but do not control my tongue then my religion is worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Worthless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, please help me to rise above. Help me to be a tree that brings forth Life.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8794884148974045847?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8794884148974045847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/tongue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8794884148974045847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8794884148974045847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/tongue.html' title='The Tongue'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-I8locnLEI/AAAAAAAABE8/Dj2HnmIyJr4/s72-c/forrest-fire-wide-view-798852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-9161337889955383649</id><published>2010-05-05T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:33:12.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WW- I have a boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wordless Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I have a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I can't believe we actually have a boy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, we let him roam around the yard and he plays in the dirt and mud and tries to to climb up the slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then, we remember, we really have a boy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-HSjs1qOOI/AAAAAAAABEs/yZzj6be_Zyo/s1600/boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-HSjs1qOOI/AAAAAAAABEs/yZzj6be_Zyo/s400/boy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-HS5AiU9nI/AAAAAAAABE0/cLtNQsG6TUE/s1600/climb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-HS5AiU9nI/AAAAAAAABE0/cLtNQsG6TUE/s400/climb.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dont forget to enter the &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-green-giveaway.html"&gt;Going Green Giveaway!&lt;/a&gt; $57 worth of Shaklee cleaning products!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-9161337889955383649?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/9161337889955383649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/ww-i-have-boy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/9161337889955383649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/9161337889955383649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/ww-i-have-boy.html' title='WW- I have a boy.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-HSjs1qOOI/AAAAAAAABEs/yZzj6be_Zyo/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8720101515039027137</id><published>2010-05-04T23:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:04:16.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How About a Jewelry Giveaway!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My friend Stephany, at The Mommy Place, has a wonderful&lt;a href="http://the-mommy-place.blogspot.com/2010/04/screaming-mimi-give-away-o.html"&gt; giveaway&lt;/a&gt; going on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, just in time for Mothers Day. {Think of it as a present for yourself ;)}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hop on over to her&lt;a href="http://the-mommy-place.blogspot.com/2010/04/screaming-mimi-give-away-o.html"&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt; and check out what you can win from Screaming Mimi'z!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-Dr_9XuuUI/AAAAAAAABD8/WbMaCLXHFRk/s1600/jewelry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-Dr_9XuuUI/AAAAAAAABD8/WbMaCLXHFRk/s320/jewelry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-DsEsjmMOI/AAAAAAAABEE/TelAdkt1er0/s1600/jewelry2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-DsEsjmMOI/AAAAAAAABEE/TelAdkt1er0/s320/jewelry2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, dont forget to enter my &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-green-giveaway.html"&gt;Going Green Giveaway&lt;/a&gt; for a chance to win $57 worth of Shaklee products!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8720101515039027137?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8720101515039027137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-about-jewelry-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8720101515039027137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8720101515039027137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-about-jewelry-giveaway.html' title='How About a Jewelry Giveaway!?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-Dr_9XuuUI/AAAAAAAABD8/WbMaCLXHFRk/s72-c/jewelry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-9169182290319531386</id><published>2010-05-03T23:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T08:15:26.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw{e} Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9-j8bnJZeI/AAAAAAAABDs/MhJtKh1owMc/s1600/Raw%28e%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9-j8bnJZeI/AAAAAAAABDs/MhJtKh1owMc/s320/Raw%28e%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This weeks Raw{e} theme over at &lt;a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-made-it-hilarious.html"&gt;Sailor &amp;amp; Company &lt;/a&gt;is running. Rules: Show us your best "RUNNING" straight out of the camera shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I will say, this isn't the best picture by any means. But, I love it none-the-less! I know this is a photo contest and so this wouldn't win the prize but....it makes me smile because,through the picture, you can see the fun these kids were having. We went on a field trip, with a group of moms and kiddos from church, to a local farm and I captured this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Some of the kids had run up ahead of the group and for some reason turned around and all together started running back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't think the size of this picture really does it justice because you can't quite grasp the looks on all their little faces! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-AdvmOrjUI/AAAAAAAABD0/mINtSCMRZx0/s1600/Picture+067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-AdvmOrjUI/AAAAAAAABD0/mINtSCMRZx0/s400/Picture+067.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-9169182290319531386?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/9169182290319531386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/rawe-running.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/9169182290319531386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/9169182290319531386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/05/rawe-running.html' title='Raw{e} Running'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9-j8bnJZeI/AAAAAAAABDs/MhJtKh1owMc/s72-c/Raw%28e%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-5123110447102062489</id><published>2010-04-28T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:56:16.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday- Bluebonnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What was I thinking trying to get bluebonnet pictures of 4 kids all by myself.&lt;/span&gt;.....?? &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;They weren't matching *gasp* but I was afraid if I waited any longer they would be dead or overgrown with weeds. So, I stopped that day. Heres what I got.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Owen- Look at the pretty flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9iadm_Fp6I/AAAAAAAABCU/XyM8lbCBaA4/s1600/Picture+098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9iadm_Fp6I/AAAAAAAABCU/XyM8lbCBaA4/s400/Picture+098.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Owen- hmm wonder what they taste like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ava- this sun is really bright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9ibVMJwOYI/AAAAAAAABCc/hRUwYHhWN-Q/s1600/Picture+099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9ibVMJwOYI/AAAAAAAABCc/hRUwYHhWN-Q/s400/Picture+099.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Owen- wow, flowers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ava- I'm not smiling, its too bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9ic6jMBlYI/AAAAAAAABCk/u1fyvzvhQgE/s1600/Picture+100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9ic6jMBlYI/AAAAAAAABCk/u1fyvzvhQgE/s400/Picture+100.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Elisa- Maybe standing Owen up will....help. Ok, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9ic9FcjqCI/AAAAAAAABCs/lytVOvE4jUM/s1600/Picture+102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9ic9FcjqCI/AAAAAAAABCs/lytVOvE4jUM/s400/Picture+102.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Owen- whats on my foot??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Elisa and Audrey- Whats on Owens foot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ava- I'll fake smile but thats all youre getting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9idDvDiPFI/AAAAAAAABC0/nOw02qxWw_M/s1600/Picture+103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9idDvDiPFI/AAAAAAAABC0/nOw02qxWw_M/s400/Picture+103.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Almost have everyone looking at the camera...then Audrey notices something new and just cant take her eyes off of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9idFE_0HfI/AAAAAAAABC8/jn_iey6_E-c/s1600/Picture+104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9idFE_0HfI/AAAAAAAABC8/jn_iey6_E-c/s400/Picture+104.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9idGyVjwrI/AAAAAAAABDE/REv-H4Zh3iI/s1600/Picture+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9idGyVjwrI/AAAAAAAABDE/REv-H4Zh3iI/s400/Picture+105.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9idImVtDoI/AAAAAAAABDM/2zo3Fi6Ik8c/s1600/Picture+106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9idImVtDoI/AAAAAAAABDM/2zo3Fi6Ik8c/s400/Picture+106.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9idOaVwNjI/AAAAAAAABDU/Sm0_s7qGOTo/s1600/Picture+107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9idOaVwNjI/AAAAAAAABDU/Sm0_s7qGOTo/s400/Picture+107.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mom- Oh, I give up! What was I thinking trying to get all 4 kids looking at the same time all by myself?!? 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I've given up Dr Pepper, sugar, bread, cheese and anything processed in general. I've gone through some major withdraws I never imagined I would experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I had no idea how addicted to certain foods I was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;These past 2 weeks have been a big learning experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I never thought I had any self control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Really, I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I have never had to control what I eat to maintain my weight. I've never had to work at all to get the baby weight off after each baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Until now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, this is has been a new experience for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A very humbling experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel like for the first time in my life I can understand how and why people struggle with their weight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Over the past 8 months when I would complain about my pre-baby clothes not fitting my sweet hubby would respond with something like 'well, if you would just give up Dr Pepper and sugar you would probably lose the rest of your weight'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I would always agree but end it with...'but, I just can't'. And I really didn't think I could. I depended on my Dr Pepper to get me through the days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;About 4 days into this cleanse, once I was getting over the caffiene withdraw headaches, I began to crave sugar and bread. BAD. I already went over this but in short, I really was going crazy wanting some bread or sugar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here are some thoughts that went through my head during this period of cravings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Ok Lord, I know taking care of my body and eating right is important because we're made in your image and this body is your temple. ANd, I know eating a diet chocked full of sugar could make me get all kinds of diseases and make me live a shorter, less than full life. But.....so? Is that so bad?? So, what if I get cancer, or whatever, when I'm older. I want some sugar and bread NOW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What a temporal way of thinking! As Christians, if we're called to a higher calling and to be eternally minded, we've got to think that way in &lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt; area, not just &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; areas. If I'm not eating well and its causing me not to do the best job in this calling of motherhood then I'm not being eternally minded or&amp;nbsp; doing a good job of 'dieing to self' to serve the Lord!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Through this journey of learning, and developing, self-control (in the area of food) I did some searching through Scripture to see what the Word says about self-control.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Proverbs 25:28 says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; without self-control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;a city broken into and left without walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you get how powerful self-control is? This verse is telling us that without self control we are vulnerable to the Enemy (enemies)! This could be applied to so many areas of life where self-control is needed, not just food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2 Peter 1:5- 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For this very reason, make every effort to supplement your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; with virtue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and virtue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; with knowledge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-30469" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and knowledge with&lt;b&gt; self-control,&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;self-control&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-30469K&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference K&amp;quot;&amp;gt;K&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; with steadfastness, and steadfastness with godliness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-30470" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;and godliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; with brotherly affection, and brotherly affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-30470M&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference M&amp;quot;&amp;gt;M&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; with love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-30471" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For if these qualities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-ESV-30471f&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote f&amp;quot;&amp;gt;f&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; are yours and are increasing, they keep you from being ineffective or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="xref" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-30471N&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference N&amp;quot;&amp;gt;N&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Self-control is so important to God that its listed as a quality that, if you are lacking it, can make you ineffective or unfruitful in the knowledge of the Lord. Wow. Just wow. I know I do not want to be either one of those things! If I can't have self-control in the area of food then how weak am I in other areas?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Galations 5:22-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-29168AN&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AN&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AN&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; love, joy, peace, patience,&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-29168AO&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AO&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AO&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; kindness, goodness, faithfulness, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-29169"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;b&gt;self-control&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-29169AR&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AR&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AR&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; against such things there is no law. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-29170"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;And &lt;b&gt;those who belong to Christ Jesus&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-29170AS&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AS&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AS&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; have crucified the flesh with its&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-29170AT&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AT&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AT&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; passions and desires.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-29171"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;If we live by the Spirit,&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-29171AU&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference AU&amp;quot;&amp;gt;AU&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; let us also walk by the Spirit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Self-control is such a powerful thing that developing self-control is a fruit of walking in the Spirit. In these verses its followed by that fact that if you belong to Jesus, and walk in the Spirit, you WILL be able to crucify the flesh with its passions and desires. Um, hello sugar and bread cravings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;While eating sugar and breads isn't a sin or entirely wrong in and of itself it IS a sin and wrong when we begin to depend on these foods (or any food) for comfort or to meet any other needs. When I'm stressed and grab a Dr. Pepper to drink instead of stopping, regrouping and crying out to God then that Dr. Pepper is taking the rightful place of the Lord. Then its a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so grateful that the Lord put it on my heart to take this little cleansing journey. I feel I have grown and learned more about myself. All from depriving myself of some foods I really enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My friend, &lt;a href="http://abbydsroad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abby&lt;/a&gt;, and I decided we're cutting our cleanse short by a week. So, we're only going to 14 days instead of 21. I think, for me, doing a cleanse like this for the first time for 21 days was a pretty big goal to set. I've made it most of the way through and I'm proud of myself! I only cheated once *gasp* and it wasn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; bad. (It was a teeny tiny cheat.) So, tomorrow is our last day of the cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Heres the thing though. I've developed eating habits that I don't want to break! I will be adding bread back into my diet but I won't be eating it with every meal and in between now. A little won't hurt but a lot will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not sure if I'll start drinking Dr. Pepper again. It honestly doesn't even appeal to me right now. Maybe occasionally I'll drink it. Balance is the key in everything. We don't eat bad around here. Actually, I'm pretty sure we eat better than most families. {I think my extended in-laws think I'm a weirdo because I limit my kids sugar intake and don't let them drink cokes (thats soda or pop for any Northerners reading this)} But, I still don't feel like we eat good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But, I'm working on it and this cleanse has really helped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If you made it this far MAJOR props to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-3601280051089874361?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/3601280051089874361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-control.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3601280051089874361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3601280051089874361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/self-control.html' title='Self-Control'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-7278911842294827953</id><published>2010-04-26T00:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:11:52.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Dont forget to enter the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-green-giveaway.html" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Going Green Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This weekend I did not make my kids pirate costumes to go to one awesome birthday celebration.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UigngWCfI/AAAAAAAABAo/uYPyLOD2zw0/s1600/pirate2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UigngWCfI/AAAAAAAABAo/uYPyLOD2zw0/s400/pirate2.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I did not make 3 skirts for 3 little girls and cut 4 squares for 4 little heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9Uiep_PI7I/AAAAAAAABAg/ez3HaEWcrHo/s1600/pirate1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9Uiep_PI7I/AAAAAAAABAg/ez3HaEWcrHo/s400/pirate1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I also did not ask my hubby to get a nice, white onsie and draw a skull and cross-bones on it for my 8 month old to sport to this party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9Uik6cvQQI/AAAAAAAABA4/nZJ9KNQsU6c/s1600/PirateOwen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9Uik6cvQQI/AAAAAAAABA4/nZJ9KNQsU6c/s400/PirateOwen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I would not go to that much trouble for something as silly as a birthday party! Nope, not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UiifVnM7I/AAAAAAAABAw/iTVLfS3D4OU/s1600/pirate3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UiifVnM7I/AAAAAAAABAw/iTVLfS3D4OU/s400/pirate3.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I did not let my girls all wear their good Winter boots, that could have been passed down to a younger sister, to this party. I did not let them go on an awesome treasure hunt in which they stomped through some awful mud,in their good winter boots. That mud was not so bad that as we {me carrying 8 month old, hubby carrying 2 year old and friend carrying 3 month old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;were trying to keep up with a huge group of kids on the treasure hunt we stomped through the mud as well. Getting our feet stuck and grabbing tree branches to catch us from falling into the pond. I did not put my 8 month old in danger of mud for something as silly as watching a bunch of little girls find a buried (literally) treasure!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I also did not let my 8 month old down to crawl through a big puddle of water while 4 other 2 year olds splashed through it. I also did not end up stripping him down to his diaper because he was having so much fun watching the big kids splash in the water that he got all wet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nope, not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-7278911842294827953?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/7278911842294827953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-me-monday_26.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/7278911842294827953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/7278911842294827953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-me-monday_26.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-3402537296515242022</id><published>2010-04-26T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:53:18.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Green Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am so excited to announce this fantastic giveaway I have for you today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Are you ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It seems like everyone is on this whole going green bandwagon. And, why not? Whether you share the same faith as me I think we can all agree its best for all of us to take care of the earth, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As a Christian I believe it's my duty to be a good steward of what the Lord has entrusted to me. Including my part of the earth. My little section of this great state of Texas. In our home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I also believe, as a Christian, I'm called to be a good steward of my body. It is the temple of the Holy Spirit after all, right? Same goes with the little bodies the Lord has entrusted to us to raise {read: our kiddos}.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We should strive to take good care of the ourselves and the earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;With that being said, one big way to do this is by being aware of what we're using to clean our homes with. Think about it. If we spend the majority of our time in our homes, breathing the air in here, then shouldn't we make sure what we're spraying around here is safe for &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; health AND the environment?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;According to a 15-year study presented at the Toronto Indoor Air Conference, women who work at home have a &lt;b&gt;54% higher death rate&lt;/b&gt; from cancer than those who work away from home. The study concluded that this was a direct result of the increased exposure to toxic chemicals, many of which are found in common household products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;More than 9 out of every 10&lt;/b&gt; suspected poison exposures occur at home with household products.&lt;/i&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Scary, huh? But, I'm sure tons of you reading this are already with me on that. &lt;i&gt;Right?&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, here is the big&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Going Green Giveaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My good friend Gina has given me a big lot of &lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/brookshire"&gt;Shaklee&lt;/a&gt; products to give to 1 lucky reader! Don't know about Shaklee? Click &lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/brookshire"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to discover what they're all about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here's what you'll get:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/brookshire/product/00255"&gt;Dish wash concentrate.&lt;/a&gt; (liquid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UXEEjyNpI/AAAAAAAAA_4/GOR5jH2mtCk/s1600/kitchen1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UXEEjyNpI/AAAAAAAAA_4/GOR5jH2mtCk/s320/kitchen1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Grn10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span class="Grn16" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/brookshire/product/00015"&gt;Basic H2&lt;span class="tm"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Organic Super Cleaning Concentrate &lt;/a&gt;(16 oz. bottle of this makes 48 gallons!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UYKydUHvI/AAAAAAAABAA/k5_75Rps7a0/s1600/kitchen2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UYKydUHvI/AAAAAAAABAA/k5_75Rps7a0/s320/kitchen2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Grn16" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Grn16" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/brookshire/product/00430"&gt;Scour Off&lt;span class="tm"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Heavy Duty Paste&lt;/a&gt; (this stuff is AMAZING!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UYjcu7kpI/AAAAAAAABAI/1tEV1ti0rKw/s1600/i00430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UYjcu7kpI/AAAAAAAABAI/1tEV1ti0rKw/s320/i00430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Grn16" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/brookshire/product/00304"&gt;Hand Wash Refill&lt;/a&gt; (32 oz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Grn16" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Grey11Norm"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UZTrdGpJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ROwUOvpPp50/s1600/i00304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UZTrdGpJI/AAAAAAAABAQ/ROwUOvpPp50/s320/i00304.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Grn16" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And last, but not least, and definitely important...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Grn16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Grey11Norm"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/brookshire/product/50443" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Get Clean 16 oz. Spray Bottle             3-Pack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UZt09vEoI/AAAAAAAABAY/j0QK5j7cnJQ/s1600/i50443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UZt09vEoI/AAAAAAAABAY/j0QK5j7cnJQ/s320/i50443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Grand total worth of this stuff: $57.25 (before shipping)!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Heres how to enter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To enter to win:&lt;/span&gt; Visit &lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/brookshire/main"&gt;Shaklee&lt;/a&gt; and tell me which of their items is your favorite or just something you learned about their products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extra Entries (available after the manda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tory entry above is completed; please leave a separate comment for each entry in order for them to be counted).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Extra Entry-&lt;/span&gt; follow me through Google connect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Extra Entry- &lt;/span&gt;follow me on&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/BecauseHeGave"&gt; Twitter.&lt;/a&gt; (Im new, and still figuring out the whole Twitter world. So, bare with me and the boringness that is my profile!) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Extra Entry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Tweet or Facebook about this giveaway. Link from the tweet or status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Extra Entries&lt;/span&gt;-&amp;nbsp; blog about this giveaway linking back to &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/"&gt;Because He Gave&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/brookshire/main"&gt;Gina's Shaklee &lt;/a&gt;page. Please leave an address where it can be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;7 Extra Entries-&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;purchase any Shaklee product &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;through Gina's Shaklee page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;. I'll verify through her to confirm your order.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If you do ALL of the above thats 14 chances to win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ETA: If you start following me on Twitter make sure and come back and leave a separate comment letting me know you're following. Following without the comment won't get the entry, you have to let me know. :) Just want to make sure everyone gets all their entries counted!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This giveaway will be open until 11:59 PM on Monday, May 10 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-3402537296515242022?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/3402537296515242022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-green-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3402537296515242022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3402537296515242022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-green-giveaway.html' title='Going Green Giveaway!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9UXEEjyNpI/AAAAAAAAA_4/GOR5jH2mtCk/s72-c/kitchen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8867985314384897468</id><published>2010-04-23T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:48:37.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest Scrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9E0VrRB4CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/-wR8eikGgvM/s1600/honest_award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9E0VrRB4CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/-wR8eikGgvM/s320/honest_award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://mamawithamission.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; (click on her name and you can check out her blog) passed on a blog award to me. Thanks, girl!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This award seems rather appropriate tonight because I'm realizing that when my opinion is unpopular people don't want to be my "friend" anymore. Oh well. I agree with Jennifer, honesty is the best policy! If its the Truth...sorry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So the rules for this award is to tell 10 things about myself and then tag 10 people to do the same. Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1. I &lt;strike&gt;have&lt;/strike&gt; had a &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow-is-day.html"&gt;Dr. Pepper and sugar addiction&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2. Through breaking the above mentioned addiction {which has just been in the past 10 days} I thought I might die. No, &lt;i&gt;really.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3. I won 2nd place overall in the school talent show when I was in Kindergarten. I sang Somewhere Out There from An American Tale. You know, the mouse movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;4. I'm not quiet with my convictions and the way I feel about things but sometimes wish I could just keep them to myself. But, I &lt;strike&gt;dont&lt;/strike&gt; just cant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;5. People never believe my real age. They think I'm still a teenager eventhough I am always toting around 4 young kids. Its even more shocking when I'm pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6. I was a punk rocker in high school. I had short, red spiky hair at one point and pink tipped at another. Most people who know me now would never believe that. {I have the pictures to prove it my friends...}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;7. During my punk rock stage I was at one of my favorite bands shows and was singing every.single.lyric. They tried pulling me on stage. I pulled back and wouldn't get up there, during the show. I have regretted it ever since. {well, not really. Actually, kinda}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;8. I've flown a plane before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;9. I'm not sure how many children we're going to have and people just can't seem to wrap their brains around that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;10. I played the Oboe for about 6 weeks in 6th grade. I hated it. I wanted to switch to choir and the band teachers wouldnt let me. They told my mom I was too smart for choir, I should be in band. My mom took it to the principal and the next thing you know I was singing an On the Good Ship Lollipop solo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, there ya have it. 10 things you may not have known about me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here are my 10 picks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Stephanie at &lt;a href="http://the-mommy-place.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Mommy Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Megan at &lt;a href="http://ourlifeingj.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simple Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tessa at &lt;a href="http://abundleofblessings.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Bundle of Blessings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Annie at &lt;a href="http://jakeannie03.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Wetzles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Brandee at &lt;a href="http://scogginshomeschool.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daily Life with the Scoggins Crew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tina at &lt;a href="http://matttinaaidenjosiahisaac.blogspot.com/"&gt;Four Boys and a Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Terrah at &lt;a href="http://themommyeffect.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Mommy Effect&lt;/a&gt; (you've got tagged twice now girl. You have to do it! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Christina at &lt;a href="http://preparedforrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Color of Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Amy at &lt;a href="http://blessedinky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramblings of a Christian Homeschool Family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Joy at&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://howsefamilyhappenings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Howse Family Happenings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Whew, I think thats 10! If I missed some of my close friends, well, I'm sorry! Have fun stopping by these other blogs and seeing if they participated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8867985314384897468?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8867985314384897468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/honest-scrap.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8867985314384897468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8867985314384897468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/honest-scrap.html' title='Honest Scrap'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S9E0VrRB4CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/-wR8eikGgvM/s72-c/honest_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-739455766828660382</id><published>2010-04-23T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:00:46.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.middayescapades.com/search/label/Friday%20Follow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Friday Follow" src="http://blogrockmaryrc.com/followfriday01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This week I thought it would be fun to participate in the Friday Follow! It's fun reading other blogs and getting glimpses of others lives so I thought &lt;i&gt;why not&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-739455766828660382?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/739455766828660382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday-follow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/739455766828660382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/739455766828660382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday-follow.html' title='Friday Follow'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-1963280779922754021</id><published>2010-04-20T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:44:19.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw{e} Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S86CY_VOZVI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DXujaX-UHWA/s1600/Raw%28e%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S86CY_VOZVI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DXujaX-UHWA/s320/Raw%28e%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm joining in the Raw{e} challenge over at &lt;a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sailor and Company&lt;/a&gt; for the very first time!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here are her rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Link up your untouched water photos. Don't edit it in ANY way. We want to see your STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CAMERA shot!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Two pictures came to mind when I saw this challenge. One was shot with my old point and shoot {yikes!}. The other with my DSLR. Unfortunately, I decided the one with my good camera was too dark and opted for the one shot 2 summers ago with my old point and shoot. Besides, this brings back good memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S86AAYBwMVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/snZ-NXT3A04/s1600/backs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S86AAYBwMVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/snZ-NXT3A04/s400/backs.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-1963280779922754021?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/1963280779922754021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/rawe-water.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/1963280779922754021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/1963280779922754021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/rawe-water.html' title='Raw{e} Water'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S86CY_VOZVI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DXujaX-UHWA/s72-c/Raw%28e%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-4167988177932508616</id><published>2010-04-20T22:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:27:57.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleansing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A week ago I started &lt;a href="http://www.standardprocess.com/display/psppurification.spi"&gt;cleansing&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I gave up &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow-is-day.html"&gt;foods I love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And now &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-dr-pepper.html"&gt;hate&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{But, really I only hate Dr Pepper.}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, how's the cleanse going I hear you asking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, good...for the most part.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so over my &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-dr-pepper.html"&gt;Dr Pepper&lt;/a&gt; cravings. But, with moving on from those cravings I encountered new cravings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cravings like I have never before experienced.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Scary cravings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On this cleanse I can pretty much eat any fruit (fresh or frozen), veggie (fresh or frozen) and then 1/2 cup brown rice or lentils a day. I've kept in the protein because Im nursing so I've been eating 2 eggs a day and some days some chicken breast. Overall, that was holding me over pretty well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Until.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;the cravings for breads and sweets hit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh.my.word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was doing really well mentally until I took my girls to a birthday party on Saturday. I couldn't eat the cake. I {heart} birthday cake. I mean like really really love it. It's probably one of my favorite foods in the whole wide world. But, I was strong and had none.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Then on the way home my sweet husband called. This was pretty close to the exact conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Derek: Hi honey. I know this is really mean but um...will you pick up a pizza and a Dr Pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: Oh no, its cool. Sure, I'll pick up a pizza and Dr Pepper for you. &lt;i&gt;(I'm not really sure my thoughts were exactly that nice. But, ya know...I was on this cleanse by choice, right?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Derek: are you sure? I know thats kinda mean. Im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Me: no, seriously. Its fine. Just call it in, I'll go get it. &lt;i&gt;(whatever buddy. How stinkin' rude! Do you know I just passed up birthday cake?! BIRTHDAY CAKE! and now I have to drive 30 mins home with a pizza in the car!? Seriously!??!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, home I drove. 30 minutes home mind you. With a Dominoes pizza sitting in the seat next to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On the the way home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;my bread and sugar craving kicked in in full force. Ava asked me what was wrong. I said nothing was, I just really wanted a hot, fresh from the oven home made chocolate chip cookie, that was all. {The next morning after church she brought me a chocolate chip cookie from her class. Sweet girl. Of course, feeling like a lousy mom, I couldnt eat it}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I started feeling really down and blue on Saturday night. Not like cant breath so Im turning blue blue but like depressed blue. I continued to fight that until today. And the cravings for bread and sugar havent gone away. I googled the connection between feeling depressed and sugar withdraw and sure enough, theres a connection. {totally could have told you that!} I had no idea how addicted to sugar I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The cravings have been bad. Like,&lt;i&gt; really&lt;/i&gt; bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel like a drug addict needing a fix.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today I felt like I was almost over my sugar craving and just wanted some bread. Just a warm roll from Golden Chick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I found a solution! I found some recipes that use coconut flour instead of wheat (or white) flour. They call for ingredients I can eat! And if I can't eat an ingredient I can modify it to something I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; have!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My awesome hubby {this was his penance for having me pick up pizza! :) JK of course} stopped by Sprouts on the way home and picked some coconut flour up for me. The minute he walked in the door I was on my way to making &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/coconut-pancakes.html"&gt;coconut flour pancakes&lt;/a&gt;! The recipe I found did call for honey or real maple syrup but since I can't have those I just left them out. I did think to throw in some mashed banana on the last couple pancakes to make them a little sweeter. I topped my pancakes with {fresh from the crock-pot} &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/crock-pot-slow-cooker-applesauce-recipe.html"&gt;homemade applesauce&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S85rJNccW4I/AAAAAAAAA_A/OF_qYTyXKM8/s1600/Picture+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S85rJNccW4I/AAAAAAAAA_A/OF_qYTyXKM8/s320/Picture+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My husband says this picture looks really gross. Let me assure you I think I tasted heaven tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Let me tell you. I WAS IN HEAVEN! Totally cured my bread craving! I feel like I can get back on track and stop going completely insane thinking about bread and sugar all.day.long. {Seriously, it was that bad}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One big thing I've learned through all of this is that I do have some self-control! Honestly, I've wondered that about myself before. I mean I can abstain from bad things but when it comes to food {and Dr Pepper} I just eat what I want and don't hold the bad stuff back. Now, I know if I put my mind to it I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Well, I can because I have a God who gives me the strength, through the Holy Spirit, to practice self-control! Thank you, Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I have 14 more days to go. That's all *smile* Six pounds down in 6 days, not too shabby. I'm pretty darn close to my pre-preggo weight but my old clothes still aren't quite fitting. Now, to figure out what to do about this belly fat......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4167988177932508616?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4167988177932508616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/cleansing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4167988177932508616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4167988177932508616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/cleansing.html' title='Cleansing....'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S85rJNccW4I/AAAAAAAAA_A/OF_qYTyXKM8/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-1442459672993967807</id><published>2010-04-20T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:14:32.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut  Flour Pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Coconut Flour Pancakes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{with applesauce topping}:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;borrowed from &lt;a href="http://www.cheeseslave.com/2008/10/17/coconut-flour-pancakes/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S85tDIc0mNI/AAAAAAAAA_I/SfUg1Y2C6KE/s1600/Picture+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S85tDIc0mNI/AAAAAAAAA_I/SfUg1Y2C6KE/s320/Picture+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 eggs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 tablespoons butter or coconut oil, melted (I used the coconut oil)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; 3 tablespoons coconut milk or whole milk (I used coconut milk)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; 1/4 teaspoon sea salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 tablespoons coconut flour &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking powder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons honey or real maple syrup. (or you could use 1 over ripe mashed banana or any other fruit of choice) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instructions:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Using a wire whisk, mix together eggs, melted butter, milk, honey (or your choice of sweetener) and sea salt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Continuing to whisk, add the baking powder and coconut flour until thoroughly mixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Cook like you would any other type of pancakes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Top with choice of topping. I chose&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/crock-pot-slow-cooker-applesauce-recipe.html"&gt; homeade applesauce&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-1442459672993967807?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/1442459672993967807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/coconut-pancakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/1442459672993967807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/1442459672993967807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/coconut-pancakes.html' title='Coconut  Flour Pancakes'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S85tDIc0mNI/AAAAAAAAA_I/SfUg1Y2C6KE/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-2459580404130013147</id><published>2010-04-20T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:12:27.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very FIrst Blog Award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today I received my very first bloggy award!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hallee over at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.halleethehomemaker.com/"&gt;Hallee The Homemaker&lt;/a&gt; selected this blog for the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S85Q06tj9YI/AAAAAAAAA-4/lxAIPfMeYT4/s1600/inspiration_award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S85Q06tj9YI/AAAAAAAAA-4/lxAIPfMeYT4/s320/inspiration_award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks, Hallee! I am honored! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-2459580404130013147?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/2459580404130013147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-very-first-blog-award.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2459580404130013147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2459580404130013147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-very-first-blog-award.html' title='My Very FIrst Blog Award!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S85Q06tj9YI/AAAAAAAAA-4/lxAIPfMeYT4/s72-c/inspiration_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-6725968267167905059</id><published>2010-04-16T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:01:57.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crock pot (slow cooker) Applesauce Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My good friend Stephanie over at &lt;a href="http://the-mommy-place.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Mommy Place&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;posted a recipe for crock pot applesauce awhile back. Since I can eat everything in it while on my &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/purification.html"&gt;cleanse&lt;/a&gt; I decided to make some today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here is her recipe:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;10 lg. apples, peeled, cored &amp;amp; cut in chunks (we buy organic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 c. water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3 + tsp. cinnamon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 to 1 c. sugar (optional)I'll be making it without sugar or possibly substituting &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001P74NXM?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=bechegav-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001P74NXM"&gt; Organic Raw Blue Agave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=bechegav-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001P74NXM" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt; instead.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Put all ingredients into your crockpot. It should end up being about 3/4 full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Cover and cook on low for 8 to 10 hours or on high for 3 to 4 hours if you are in a hurry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Although I'm doing pretty well as far as cravings are concerned I'm thinking this will appease my sweet tooth if/when it shows up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I know you're just dieing to know how my cleanse is going thus far? The short answer: great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But, if you know me at all the short answer is never enough for me *smile*. As mentioned &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-dr-pepper.html"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt; I had a terrible headache on day 1. Yesturday was much better. I discovered though I'm going to need more protien then I was eating. I was W.I.P.E.D. out! Being wiped out for me means not being a very nice mommy. So, while the idea of not having much protien sounds good it's just not gonna work for this nursing mommy. Once I ate some eggs I was doing much better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This morning I woke up with another headache but once I drank a smoothie it was gone. For lunch I decided to make an omlette. Having never made an omlette before it turned out more like scrambled eggs with veggies. It was delish though!! Nothing fancy but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Heres how I made it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 green pepper, diced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1/2 tomato, diced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1 carrott, grated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;sea salt to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I just ended up scrambling it all up together. Now I'm wondering why I've never thought to do that before! It was so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last night my sweet husband encouraged me to weigh myself. I really didnt want to, didn't want to get discouraged if I hadn't lost any, but I did. I've lost 3 1/2 pounds since I weighed in on Tuesday night! My clothes don't really &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; any looser but apparently I have indeed lost some! Yippe! It makes it all worth it if I'm already seeing some results!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight we're going to dinner at a friends so I'll be bringing roasted red potatos and carrots! I'll post the recipe once I've modified it to something I can have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-6725968267167905059?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/6725968267167905059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/crock-pot-slow-cooker-applesauce-recipe.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6725968267167905059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6725968267167905059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/crock-pot-slow-cooker-applesauce-recipe.html' title='Crock pot (slow cooker) Applesauce Recipe'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-3225087717587815690</id><published>2010-04-15T08:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T08:33:32.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dr. Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Dr Pepper-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hate you.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;didn't indulge in {what I once thought} was your delisiousness yesterday and all you did was leave me with a headache. A headache so awful I could hardly function.A headache so bad that anytime I moved in the middle of the night to nurse a waking baby my head pounded so hard I wanted to cry. I drank tons of water hoping to help wash you out of my system but my head kept pounding. I believe its one of the worst headaches I've ever had.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I once thought I &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow-is-day.html"&gt;loved&lt;/a&gt; you but now that I've tasted your betrayal through a massive withdraw headache I realize I want nothing to do with you again. {I'm serious, don't think I'm not. Don't think I'll change my mind in 21days when I &lt;i&gt;can &lt;/i&gt;indulge in you again.&lt;/span&gt;} &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Besides, now that I've been informed that you increase my risk for &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/02/09/health/main6189455.shtml"&gt;cancer&lt;/a&gt; I really want nothing more to do with you. I've lost too many close family relatives to cancer over the past 6 or so years. So, I want to stear clear of anything I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; will increase my {already higher due to family history} risk of cancer. And now that I know you're one of them, well that coupled and with the massive headache I got from leaving you, WE.ARE.THROUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;my best regards-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/130/9%0A%0A5D2AFC4FF067078553FC220CC6A201F.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-3225087717587815690?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/3225087717587815690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-dr-pepper.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3225087717587815690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3225087717587815690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-dr-pepper.html' title='Dear Dr. Pepper'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-6431811497677159370</id><published>2010-04-14T06:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T06:00:10.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Generations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meet Grammy. The kids great grandma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JRiBbdBwI/AAAAAAAAA88/Wad9aGmb9Gg/s1600/generations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JRiBbdBwI/AAAAAAAAA88/Wad9aGmb9Gg/s400/generations.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JSoOyHkEI/AAAAAAAAA9E/dKJexPc_s-o/s1600/generations2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JSoOyHkEI/AAAAAAAAA9E/dKJexPc_s-o/s400/generations2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/130/9%0A%0A5D2AFC4FF067078553FC220CC6A201F.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-6431811497677159370?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/6431811497677159370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6431811497677159370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6431811497677159370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JRiBbdBwI/AAAAAAAAA88/Wad9aGmb9Gg/s72-c/generations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-4160306324383506384</id><published>2010-04-13T22:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:38:37.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first "photo shoot"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;These are some '9 month' shots I took of our nephew. This was my first 'photo shoot' when I got my new camera. I'm still figuring everything out and several of these pics are untouched but I wanted to share them anyways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When it came to trying to get him to smile....yeah, didn't really happen. My girls {whom he loves} were with me but they couldn't even get him to crack a smile most of the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That's ok though. I really tend to love serious pictures. And, this little guys serious pictures take the cake! Super cute! He looks like he's staring you down trying to figure you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U0vVUhIuI/AAAAAAAAA-A/RTVzdecStAM/s1600/DSC_1048c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U0vVUhIuI/AAAAAAAAA-A/RTVzdecStAM/s400/DSC_1048c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U0_LVyK1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/Sx71ZRN0YPY/s1600/DSC_1042b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U0_LVyK1I/AAAAAAAAA-I/Sx71ZRN0YPY/s400/DSC_1042b.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U1EucR4OI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/8K5Eoh9zUUw/s1600/DSC_1043b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U1EucR4OI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/8K5Eoh9zUUw/s400/DSC_1043b.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U1HgH2IMI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AVkK2snrqw4/s1600/DSC_1082bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U1HgH2IMI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AVkK2snrqw4/s400/DSC_1082bw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U1hGQhY3I/AAAAAAAAA-g/aGRaPWZgxEk/s1600/DSC_1115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U1hGQhY3I/AAAAAAAAA-g/aGRaPWZgxEk/s400/DSC_1115.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U16HFb6DI/AAAAAAAAA-o/dG-PNc97Gmo/s1600/DSC_1136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U16HFb6DI/AAAAAAAAA-o/dG-PNc97Gmo/s400/DSC_1136.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U2JmnvZKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/StvPi7ZzHYY/s1600/DSC_1143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U2JmnvZKI/AAAAAAAAA-w/StvPi7ZzHYY/s400/DSC_1143.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/130/9%0A%0A5D2AFC4FF067078553FC220CC6A201F.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-4160306324383506384?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/4160306324383506384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-very-first-photo-shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4160306324383506384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/4160306324383506384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-very-first-photo-shoot.html' title='My very first &quot;photo shoot&quot;'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8U0vVUhIuI/AAAAAAAAA-A/RTVzdecStAM/s72-c/DSC_1048c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-2590943617282457653</id><published>2010-04-13T07:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:28:05.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is THE day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The day I start my &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/purification.html"&gt;21 day cleanse&lt;/a&gt;. And, Im giving up some things I love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I know, love is a strong word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; But, there are 4 things I'll be giving up for my &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/purification.html"&gt;cleanse&lt;/a&gt; that I do &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/130/9%0A%0A5D2AFC4FF067078553FC220CC6A201F.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;First, I'll be giving up cheese.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8PzL1C1J2I/AAAAAAAAA9M/etrMlI6yS84/s1600/cheddar_cheese_block.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8PzL1C1J2I/AAAAAAAAA9M/etrMlI6yS84/s320/cheddar_cheese_block.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have a dairy intolerance so this shouldn't really affect me. BUT, I can have cheddar cheese and boy do I love it! I have cheese on LOTS of stuff. I eat it as a snack, on sandwiches, tacos...you get the point. But, for the next 21 days I won't be eating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The second thing I'll be giving up is bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8P0DsciA0I/AAAAAAAAA9U/HSPmdMCbcvM/s1600/825101%7ESliced-Loaf-of-bread-Posters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8P0DsciA0I/AAAAAAAAA9U/HSPmdMCbcvM/s320/825101%7ESliced-Loaf-of-bread-Posters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I really love bread too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Rolls, sliced bread, tortillas, I like 'em all. Especially Golden Chicks rolls. Oh this is making my mouth water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Actually&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;this might turn out to be THE hardest thing I'm giving up for my cleanse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;third thing I'm giving up is sweets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Breakfast sweets....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8P1U2K-e-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/5EEGcMIaShM/s1600/Danish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8P1U2K-e-I/AAAAAAAAA9c/5EEGcMIaShM/s320/Danish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; snack time sweets....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8P1VyG-TlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/o1W_E-2aJME/s1600/cookies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8P1VyG-TlI/AAAAAAAAA9k/o1W_E-2aJME/s320/cookies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;shouldn't be eating the kids Easter stash sweets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8P2K7NSnaI/AAAAAAAAA9s/md84_iV7-jE/s1600/chocolate-town.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8P2K7NSnaI/AAAAAAAAA9s/md84_iV7-jE/s320/chocolate-town.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;of all kinds of sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Honestly, this may prove to be the easiest one to give up. With every baby I've nursed I have had an awful sweet tooth. But, I think I can overcome this one the quickest. {Hopefully thats not wishful thinking!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When my hubby has listened to me complaining of not losing the rest of this baby weight his response is always 'well if you would give up sweets and Dr Pepper* you would lose it'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Which leads me to the next thing I'll be giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This, my friends, could quite possibly prove to be the death of my cleanse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8P3W9ajY7I/AAAAAAAAA90/qVuMTBMXxbk/s1600/drpepper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8P3W9ajY7I/AAAAAAAAA90/qVuMTBMXxbk/s320/drpepper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; This little sucker here is my addiction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Dr. Pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Ohh, how I love me some Dr. Pepper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't drink coffee in the mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I drink Dr. Pepper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When I'm stressed....Dr. Pepper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When I need a pick-me-up...you guessed it. Dr. Pepper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You get the point.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But, starting tomorrow, for the next 21 days I will not be drinking ANY Dr. Pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, I've realized something. Besides cleansing my physical body this cleanse will also be helping to purify my spiritual body.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When I wake up in the morning...Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When I need a pick-me-up. Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When I'm stressed...Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When I get my 'I need a Dr. Pepper craving it will be a &lt;strike&gt;subtle&lt;/strike&gt; huge reminder to pray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Pray for my addiction but more importantly to pray for whatever the Lord lays on my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{&lt;i&gt;pray without ceasing. 1 Thess. 5:17&lt;/i&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;When I'm tired and cranky and want some comfort food {and a nice cold Dr. Pepper.} I'll pray. As I eat the physical fruit in my cleanse I'll pray for the fruits of the spirit to be abundant in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v48005016-1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh........But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v48005023-1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;23&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="verse-num" id="v48005024-1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;24&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. Galatians 5:16, 22-24}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My hope in the next 21 days is to come out changed in several ways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;First, I'm not gonna lie, I hope to lose the rest of this baby weight {Yes, its still baby weight! He's only 8 months old!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Second, I hope to rid my body of the build up of toxins. With a history of cancer in close family members I need to start doing this regularly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And third, I hope, through overcoming my need for these foods I can't have, I'll grow closer to the Lord. I pray I'll learn to rely on Him more for even the little things like giving up food I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I appeal to you therefore, brothers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="footnote" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; by the mercies of God, to present your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="search-term-1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="search-term-2" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="search-term-3" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="search-term-4" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Romans 12:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/130/9%0A%0A5D2AFC4FF067078553FC220CC6A201F.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-2590943617282457653?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/2590943617282457653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow-is-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2590943617282457653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2590943617282457653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='Tomorrow is THE day'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8PzL1C1J2I/AAAAAAAAA9M/etrMlI6yS84/s72-c/cheddar_cheese_block.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-677273030120012367</id><published>2010-04-12T07:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T17:56:06.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday- Stinky Broccoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1308178123" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; You can head over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/" style="color: black; font-family: verdana;"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As mentioned in the post about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/patience.html" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;patience&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;we went to visit Dereks grandparents this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Before we left the house there was an awful smell in the kitchen. Of course there were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;tons&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; no dishes in the sink so I wouldn't even think that maybe something buried was the culprit. Nor would I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;something might be stuck in the drain perhaps. Because, well, there were no dishes in the sink. I would not go out of town for the night and leave any dishes in the sink. Nope, not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Since, there were no dishes in the sink I didn't feel the need to re-rinse them all just to ensure some food particle was not the cause of such stink. I also did not feel the need to run hot water down the sink for an extended period of time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When we returned home from our little trip we did not walk into an even stinkier house then we left. Because, of course, I did not leave a sink full of dishes waiting to be washed. I did not proceed to bag up the trash all in hopes of getting the stench out of the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;While getting ready to reheat some left over dinner my husband did not open the microwave to discover I had left a plate full of broccoli* in there for, well, 3 days. :/ The awful stench did not suddenly consume all the air in the house and as we all gagged we did not yell at him to shut the microwave door.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In closing the microwave door my husband did not just leave the plate of stinky broccoli in there only to be awaiting my clean up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But, since I didn't leave the broccoli in there the plate wasn't waiting for me to clean later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On the above mentioned trip I did not let my 8 year old drive my 8 month old around in the Barbie jeep. Because, well that would be dangerous, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JOJAXrb9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/GypT9KY8sqk/s1600/jeep2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JOJAXrb9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/GypT9KY8sqk/s400/jeep2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I did not run and grab my camera and get a few shots of the action but instead quickly told her to stop the car immediately and let the little guy out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JONhjX4CI/AAAAAAAAA80/7uwY8yZooHs/s1600/jeep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JONhjX4CI/AAAAAAAAA80/7uwY8yZooHs/s400/jeep.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Because, obviously from the picture above, he was most definitely NOT enjoying himself!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nope, I would not allow such dangerous activities! Nope, not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;*the broccoli left in the microwave was frozen organic broccoli. I dont normally heat up the broccoli in the microwave, because that just seems a bit lazy and unhealthy. Actually, who am I kidding? For some reason my kids love frozen broccoli and request that it only be heated 30 secs so they can eat it mostly frozen. &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, now the cat is out of the bag....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/misconception-of-mom-bloggers.html"&gt;I'm not perfect&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/130/9%0A%0A5D2AFC4FF067078553FC220CC6A201F.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-677273030120012367?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/677273030120012367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-me-monday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/677273030120012367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/677273030120012367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday- Stinky Broccoli'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-2403230580915666177</id><published>2010-04-11T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:04:10.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This weekend we made a little {by little I mean 2 hours away} trip to Dereks grandparents house. We always love going out there. &lt;i&gt;We&lt;/i&gt; live in the country but &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; live in the middle of nowhere. From the road to their house is half a mile. By that I mean they live half a mile in the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Away from everyone else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nice, huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;While we were there we decided to take the girls fishing. This was their first time fish. {Actually, come to think of it, it was mine too}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We all learned a little lesson in patience this weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFABGfN8I/AAAAAAAAA8E/dRc70g_7EYU/s1600/Picture+073b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFABGfN8I/AAAAAAAAA8E/dRc70g_7EYU/s400/Picture+073b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFJYrayKI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Xp5aqhVjZWY/s1600/patience.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFJYrayKI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Xp5aqhVjZWY/s400/patience.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFFN5vfpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/jPGYpBLUNec/s1600/Picture+102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFFN5vfpI/AAAAAAAAA8U/jPGYpBLUNec/s400/Picture+102.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, in the end, they learned that good things come to those who wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFDJhP18I/AAAAAAAAA8M/xlLzEB8id14/s1600/Picture+087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFDJhP18I/AAAAAAAAA8M/xlLzEB8id14/s400/Picture+087.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFHSUZ9II/AAAAAAAAA8c/ky1v0To3-YQ/s1600/Picture+107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFHSUZ9II/AAAAAAAAA8c/ky1v0To3-YQ/s400/Picture+107.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vivaldi;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I waited patiently and expectantly for the Lord; and He inclined to me and heard my cry&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vivaldi;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ps. 40:1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vivaldi;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Vivaldi;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/130/95D2AFC4FF067078553FC220CC6A201F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-2403230580915666177?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/2403230580915666177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/patience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2403230580915666177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/2403230580915666177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S8JFABGfN8I/AAAAAAAAA8E/dRc70g_7EYU/s72-c/Picture+073b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-6174381280617932725</id><published>2010-04-08T22:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:54:00.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Blog Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/16471/ultimate-blog-party-2010-is-coming/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ultimate Blog Party 2010" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k210/5m4m/buttons/events/blog_party_banner_horiz.png" title="Ultimate Blog Party 2010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is my first year to be participating in the Ultimate Blog party and I'm super excited about finding new blogs and other bloggers finding me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm Lindsay {Hi, Lindsay}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; This is me...without the extra pregnancy weight I can't seem to get rid of after baby #4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S78lh7KSkAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/r0j2d4guELs/s1600/newhair2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S78lh7KSkAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/r0j2d4guELs/s320/newhair2.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm married to Derek {today is actually our 9 year wedding anniversary!} and we have 4 precious kiddos. Three girls- ages 8, 5, and 2, and 1 little guy who's 8 months {and growing too fast, if you ask me!}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S76kUuWb7hI/AAAAAAAAA7c/JqbrtPeeRgg/s1600/AllEaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S76kUuWb7hI/AAAAAAAAA7c/JqbrtPeeRgg/s400/AllEaster.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S78p7-4U9YI/AAAAAAAAA70/7F6zh-g3SkQ/s1600/fam1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S78p7-4U9YI/AAAAAAAAA70/7F6zh-g3SkQ/s400/fam1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm staying home, homeschooling the 2 big ones and, with my hubby, &lt;i&gt;training them up in the way they should go.&lt;/i&gt; I've discovered this is not a small or easy job but Because He Gave {hence the blog name} I'm pretty sure we can do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We created &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; in December of 2009 to blog our way through Matthew Wests book &lt;i&gt;101 Simple and Thoughtful Ways to Give This Christmas Away&lt;/i&gt;. Our goal was to &lt;i&gt;give &lt;/i&gt;Christmas away in at least 25 different ways, or ideas, from the book. It was really cool to see how the Lord used the book to teach and grow us over this past Christmas season! Our hope is that we continue to be open to the ways He would have us &lt;i&gt;give&lt;/i&gt; of ourselves to others, even when it's not the holidays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, take a look around and join us on this little journey called life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, while you're at it {I totally stole this from another blog} we'll play a little game. I'll ask a question. The first commenter answers the question and then leaves a new question for the next commenter. And we'll just keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure and leave your blog address so I can come "meet" you too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the first question: What's your funniest mom moment ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/130/9%0A%0A5D2AFC4FF067078553FC220CC6A201F.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: 0pt none ! important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-6174381280617932725?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/6174381280617932725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/ultimate-blog-party.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6174381280617932725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/6174381280617932725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/ultimate-blog-party.html' title='Ultimate Blog Party!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S78lh7KSkAI/AAAAAAAAA7s/r0j2d4guELs/s72-c/newhair2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-3833817318379668253</id><published>2010-04-07T22:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:17:11.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Bananas About Bananas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71KZs44ikI/AAAAAAAAA60/2gnoYNSiY4o/s1600/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71KZs44ikI/AAAAAAAAA60/2gnoYNSiY4o/s320/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We love bananas around here. So, its only natural that Owen loves bananas too. I've been feeding him pieces of cut up bananas for several weeks now but just remembered a really nifty {did I really just say nifty??} trick someone told me when one of the big girls was a baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When babies try and pick up banana pieces they just slip right out. This was evident last night by looking at the floor under our table. I &lt;i&gt;thought &lt;/i&gt;Owen was having a great time chowing down on some bananas and kept replenishing them for him &lt;strike&gt;at an alarming rate&lt;/strike&gt;. Once he was done I realized that more pieces hit the seat, his clothes and the ground then actually made it into his mouth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{This is where the trick comes in}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Tonight, though, I remembered something &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;BRILLIANT! &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When you cut up the banana pieces you can toss them in some baby rice cereal and it makes it easier {read:less slippery} for the baby to grasp and pick up. So....more pieces actually make it into their mouths! And, as an added bonus, their hands are less sticky when they're done!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71MeDXoq-I/AAAAAAAAA68/juH2YGs8EFM/s1600/Picture+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71MeDXoq-I/AAAAAAAAA68/juH2YGs8EFM/s400/Picture+009.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at those grimy little boy hands! Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71MgUoHwoI/AAAAAAAAA7E/YvWmMe-hPNs/s1600/Picture+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71MgUoHwoI/AAAAAAAAA7E/YvWmMe-hPNs/s400/Picture+011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71MiqWDIiI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dfiLIKhiPvE/s1600/Picture+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71MiqWDIiI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dfiLIKhiPvE/s400/Picture+010.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, just because I think my little guy is super cute, heres one for the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71MjwdDY6I/AAAAAAAAA7U/BHoiHtmAX88/s1600/Picture+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71MjwdDY6I/AAAAAAAAA7U/BHoiHtmAX88/s400/Picture+013.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll let you in on a little secret though. I don't have any baby cereals here at the house. But, I did have some rice crispy cereal so I just crunched that up and coated the bananas in that. It worked and he l.o.v.e.d it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, since we're on the topic of bananas did you know that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If you peel a banana and stick your finger right down the middle of it (starting at the top) it will seperate into 3 equal parts! Cool, huh? {thanks for the tip, Abby}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If you peel a banana from the bottom to the top there will be no strings. Pretty sure this is what monkeys do. {So now I'm wondering why my kids don't already do this...har har}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And some more fun banana facts {really I'm adding these because I wanted to earn some swagbucks and so I searched for fun banana facts. But, they ended up being worth sharing!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Containing three natural sugars - sucrose, fructose and glucose                combined with fiber, a banana gives an instant, sustained and substantial                boost of energy. Research has proven that just two bananas provide                enough energy for a strenuous 90-minute workout. No wonder the banana                is the number one fruit with the world's leading athletes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Providing energy isn't the only way a banana can help us keep fit.                It can also help overcome or prevent a substantial number of illnesses                and conditions, making it a must to add to our daily diet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Depression: According to a recent survey amongst people suffering                from depression, many felt much better after eating a banana. This                is because bananas contain tryptophan, a type of protein that the                body converts into serotonin, known to make you relax, improve your                mood and generally make you feel happier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;PMS: Forget the pills - eat a banana. The vitamin B6 it contains                regulates blood glucose levels, which can affect your mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anemia: High in iron, bananas can stimulate the production of hemoglobin                in the blood and so helps in cases of anemia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Blood Pressure: This unique tropical fruit is extremely high in                potassium yet low in salt, making it the perfect way to beat high                blood pressure. So much so, the US Food and Drug Administration                has just allowed the banana industry to make official claims for                the fruit's ability to reduce the risk of blood pressure and stroke.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Brain Power: 200 students at a Twickenham (Middlesex) school were                helped through their exams this year by eating bananas at breakfast,                break, and lunch in a bid to boost their brain power. Research has                shown that the potassium-packed fruit can assist learning by making                pupils more alert.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Constipation: High in fiber, including bananas in the diet can                help restore normal bowel action, helping to overcome the problem                without resorting to laxatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Heartburn: Bananas have a natural antacid effect in the body, so                if you suffer from heartburn, try eating a banana for soothing relief.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Morning Sickness: Snacking on bananas between meals helps to keep                blood sugar levels up and avoid morning sickness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Mosquito bites: Before reaching for the insect bite cream, try                rubbing the affected area with the inside of a banana skin. Many                people find it amazingly successful at reducing swelling and irritation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Nerves: Bananas are high in B vitamins that help calm the nervous                system.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Overweight and at work? Studies at the Institute of Psychology                in Austria found pressure at work leads to gorging on comfort food                like chocolate and crisps. Looking at 5,000 hospital patients, researchers                found the most obese were more likely to be in high-pressure jobs.                The report concluded that, to avoid panic-induced food cravings,                we need to control our blood sugar levels by snacking on high carbohydrate                foods every two hours to keep levels steady.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ulcers: The banana is used as the dietary food against intestinal                disorders because of its soft texture and smoothness. It is the                only raw fruit that can be eaten without distress in over-chronicler                cases. It also neutralizes over-acidity and reduces irritation by                coating the lining of the stomach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Temperature control: Many other cultures see bananas as a "cooling"                fruit t hat can lower both the physical and emotional temperature                of expectant mothers. In Thailand, for example, pregnant women eat                bananas to ensure their baby is born with a cool temperature.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD): Bananas can help SAD sufferers                because they contain the natural mood enhancer, tryptophan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Smoking: Bananas can also help people trying to give up smoking.                The B6, B12 they contain, as well as the potassium and magnesium                found in them, help the body recover from the effects of nicotine                withdrawal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Stress: Potassium is a vital mineral, which helps normalize the                heartbeat, sends oxygen to the brain and regulates your body's water                balance. When we are stressed, our metabolic rate rises, thereby                reducing our potassium levels. These can be rebalanced with the                help of a high-potassium banana snack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Strokes: According to research in "The New England Journal                of Medicine," eating bananas as part of a regular diet can                cut the risk of death by strokes by as much as 40%!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Warts: Those keen on natural alternatives swear that if you want                to kill off a wart, take a piece of banana skin and place it on                the wart, with the yellow side out. Carefully hold the skin in place                with a plaster or surgical tape!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When you compare a banana to an apple, it has four times the protein,                twice the carbohydrate, three times the phosphorus, five times the                vitamin A and iron, and twice the other vitamins and minerals. It                is also rich in potassium and is one of the best value foods around.                So maybe its time to change that well-known phrase so that we say,                "A banana a day keeps the doctor away!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, our love for bananas with these tips is &lt;a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/2010/04/wfmw-greatest-tips-edition.html"&gt;What Works for Me&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/130/95D2AFC4FF067078553FC220CC6A201F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-3833817318379668253?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/3833817318379668253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-bananas-about-bananas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3833817318379668253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3833817318379668253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-bananas-about-bananas.html' title='We&apos;re Bananas About Bananas!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S71KZs44ikI/AAAAAAAAA60/2gnoYNSiY4o/s72-c/wfmwbannerKRISTEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8351218221509738066</id><published>2010-04-06T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:44:54.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purification....on hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, last week{ish} I said I was starting a cleanse diet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I {must confess} I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Start it, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; I have a friend {or several} who are doing it with me {you know...to encourage each other} and she is going out of town this weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, she didn't want to &lt;strike&gt;be stuck&lt;/strike&gt; cleansing while spending the weekend -kid free- on a &lt;strike&gt;diet&lt;/strike&gt; cleanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; So, we'll be starting our cleanse next Wednesday, April 14th.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, mark your calendars&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{because I'm sure you really care} :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow. I just realized I started 4 out of 8 sentences {or fragments???} with So,.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Interesting....random post, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/130/95D2AFC4FF067078553FC220CC6A201F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8351218221509738066?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8351218221509738066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/purificationon-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8351218221509738066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8351218221509738066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/purificationon-hold.html' title='Purification....on hold'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-5032702525069131766</id><published>2010-04-06T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:58:31.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Actions Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Derek and I want to instill in our kids is to think of others before themselves. This doesn't come naturally for any of us, so, it's a challenge &lt;strike&gt;sometimes&lt;/strike&gt; most of the time. If you remember &lt;a href="http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html"&gt;our blog&lt;/a&gt; was started through the inspiration of &lt;i&gt;giving&lt;/i&gt; to others. It seems though, through the hustle and bustle of life, we've lost sight of our goal. Not just through the Christmas season, but for always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I often think that I would like to serve others via a soup kitchen or pregnancy resource center. But, considering where I am in life, with 4 littles, that just isnt possible right now. I know we could donate money or items to these places but extra funds to do this are sometimes hard to come by around here. We live in a pretty tight budget.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Time, if I had it, would be the perfect alternative to a monetary gift to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; give&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, when I ran across an article in the most recent &lt;a href="http://aboverubies.org/"&gt;Above Rubies &lt;/a&gt;magazine I was super pumped because the author listed several practicle ways to show hospi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;tality to strangers with kids in tow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adopt a Grandparent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is something my mom and I have talked about for, well, forever. But, we have never done it. Now that my parents moved 2 1/2 hours away it looks like I'm on my own if we do this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There are so many nursing homes out there with lonely, elderly people. Many of these people's families put them in the homes and rarely visit. What a delight it would be to them for a family to 'adopt' them as their own. You can make visits, have your kids make cards or pictures to bring and even make special treats for them. (Of course check and make sure they're allowed the food you're bringing before doing so! no brainer- I know. Just wanted to throw that out there) Just call a local nursing home let them know what you would like to do and ask to be placed with one of their residents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Latchkey Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I loved this suggestion because I would have never thought of it on my own!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Call a local womens shelter and ask if they have a family you can 'adopt'.This adoption could include many things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Some of the ideas I've thought of include making some freezer meals for the mom so she can have a healthy meal for her and the kids with having to actually cook it or to eat out. Or, when you make your normal grocery run add a few extra items and help stock her fridge or pantry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;How about offering to watch her kids after school instead of her having to send the kids to (and pay for) daycare&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You can help them with homework, feed them a healthy afternoon snack and even have them and the mom stay for dinner occasionally. Take the dinner as an opportunity to show them what the family meal table actually looks like. Speak Life into their lives. You never know, you might be the only glimpse they get of a godly family in their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Stock your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ever drive by a person holding a sign asking for work, food or money? Hesitant to actually &lt;i&gt;give&lt;/i&gt; them money? I've got a soft spot in my heart (or maybe I'm just a sucker) for those people. I figure if they're at a low enough point in their lives to stand on the side of the road asking for a hand out...maybe they need one. I know plenty of people who won't ever &lt;i&gt;give&lt;/i&gt; money because they assume the person will just take it to buy drugs or alcohol. And, the truth is, there's a good chance they might. But, I always feel led to &lt;i&gt;give&lt;/i&gt; if I have the cash. (Which seems rare for some reason, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But, that &lt;i&gt;giving&lt;/i&gt; still includes money. So, when I read this suggestion I loved it. How about stocking your car with on-the-go snacks or bottles of water you can pass on to that person asking for a hand out? Or the homeless person you see on the road. That way instead of worrying about funding their addiction you can &lt;i&gt;give&lt;/i&gt; them something that will actually be used for good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Open your home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have to be honest, I dont know if we're ready for this one yet. But, I thought it was a great suggestion on being Jesus to the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If you see that person on the side of the road, why not offer them a hot meal? Include them in your dinner that night. You can feed them both physically and spiritually. Chances are if their in the 'standing on the side of the road asking for a hand out' spot in their life they probably haven't had a good, hot, home cooked meal in awhile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Give someone a hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is another suggestion that was not in the article. It's just something we always do now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you see someone on the side of the road with a flat tire or needing some help, stop. Yep, stop and offer to help. (I guess this would have to include a hubby though! Well, at least in my case it would *smile*)&amp;nbsp; I know most peoples mindset these days is to just pass by and think 'everyone has a cell phone. Im sure theyve called someone else'. But, what if they don't?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I remember us passing a lady, from out of state, with her hood up one day. We were on our way somewhere and had the choice to stop or not. It would have been so easy to just go on our way and ignore the fact that she might need help. But, we choose to stop and Derek offered to help. He wasn't exactly sure what needed to be done but he was able to offer some suggestions and give her some ideas of who to call for help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My husband hasn't always had this mindset. Its taken time and lots of encouragement. Most people weren't raised to think of others first. But, why not change your family tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;All of these ideas are ways to be Jesus to the world without actually preaching at people. Remember the old saying 'actions speak louder than words'? Well, take it to heart. I know we need to, thats for sure!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Show your kids what it really means to serve others and think less of themselves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;For&lt;sup class="xref" value="(&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-24040A&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See cross-reference A&amp;quot;&amp;gt;A&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;)"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-24041"&gt;36&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt; I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;Matthew 25:35-36 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-5032702525069131766?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/5032702525069131766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/actions-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5032702525069131766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5032702525069131766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/actions-speak.html' title='Actions Speak'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-5884970616936443437</id><published>2010-04-04T19:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:39:50.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today marks the day we celebrate our risen Savior. How blessed we are to be called one of His! It's almost inconceivable to be loved and chosen by the one who took massive beatings, was crucified and rose again 3 days later. All for us. Thank you, Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Here are some pictures of the kids before church. I plan on taking them to Arboretum here in the next week or two and getting some good shot of them. For now though...this is it :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kwq9nSS7I/AAAAAAAAA6M/zM74-oQcIEQ/s1600/AllEaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kwq9nSS7I/AAAAAAAAA6M/zM74-oQcIEQ/s400/AllEaster.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kwscwsYvI/AAAAAAAAA6U/uvJNCauRPrE/s1600/EEaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kwscwsYvI/AAAAAAAAA6U/uvJNCauRPrE/s400/EEaster.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kwtsm4exI/AAAAAAAAA6c/FjW9mqRjyr4/s1600/AvEaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kwtsm4exI/AAAAAAAAA6c/FjW9mqRjyr4/s400/AvEaster.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kwvQRO_7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/4nhSvHK7zj8/s1600/AuEaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kwvQRO_7I/AAAAAAAAA6k/4nhSvHK7zj8/s400/AuEaster.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kww3qtmRI/AAAAAAAAA6s/6jfTid7jBpM/s1600/OEaster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kww3qtmRI/AAAAAAAAA6s/6jfTid7jBpM/s400/OEaster.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-5884970616936443437?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/5884970616936443437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-risen.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5884970616936443437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5884970616936443437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-risen.html' title='He is Risen!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7kwq9nSS7I/AAAAAAAAA6M/zM74-oQcIEQ/s72-c/AllEaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-5981023832720395254</id><published>2010-03-29T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:38:26.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Today I took one of Owens little buddies 1 year pictures. Even though we didn't get to take them in the exact location we had hoped for (lesson learned) we got some pretty adorable shots! Thanks for letting me have the privlage of taking your little guys pictures, Kalina! Here is a sneak peak of some of the shots I got this afternoon. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_3kukl4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/ZYUl7aQ3AHc/s1600/Picture+141c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_3kukl4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/ZYUl7aQ3AHc/s400/Picture+141c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_s4xKDSI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dXuhmgtcnqM/s1600/Picture+015b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_s4xKDSI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dXuhmgtcnqM/s400/Picture+015b.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_thZCqOI/AAAAAAAAA5k/hm8qXrld2Qc/s1600/Picture+031b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_thZCqOI/AAAAAAAAA5k/hm8qXrld2Qc/s400/Picture+031b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_xEFzzoI/AAAAAAAAA5s/IOkyuvf3VBQ/s1600/Picture+051b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_xEFzzoI/AAAAAAAAA5s/IOkyuvf3VBQ/s400/Picture+051b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_yLa5DcI/AAAAAAAAA50/FjjevcuQFsw/s1600/Picture+055b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_yLa5DcI/AAAAAAAAA50/FjjevcuQFsw/s400/Picture+055b.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_02MwqeI/AAAAAAAAA58/esNjzshiCSk/s1600/Picture+112b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_02MwqeI/AAAAAAAAA58/esNjzshiCSk/s400/Picture+112b.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-5981023832720395254?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/5981023832720395254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peak.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5981023832720395254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/5981023832720395254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S7F_3kukl4I/AAAAAAAAA6E/ZYUl7aQ3AHc/s72-c/Picture+141c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-155680130348320911</id><published>2010-03-29T22:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:09:44.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Me Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ive been reading other "Not Me" posts for awhile now but have never been brave enough to post my own. This week I'm sucking it up and confessing all. Well....&lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Last night I did not wait until my children went to bed to bake homemade cookies. I did not sit down and eat all but 4 of them last night with my husband resulting in us both having stomach aches before bed. Nope, not me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And, I did not secretly take a little relief in the fact that my kids had a stomach bug Saturday night through Sunday morning resulting in a lack of appetite yesterday. Their lack of appetite meant I did not have to cook any big meals because they weren't hungry. But, that lack of hunger didn't matter because I did not find relief in their lack of hunger from said stomach bug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;nope, not me. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; wouldn't think that way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I also did not pull the 'its Saturday and I want to lazy' card and leave the dishes in the sink until today. Nope, not me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, see there. That was fun, wasn't it? I might just have to do that again sometime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-155680130348320911?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/155680130348320911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-me-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/155680130348320911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/155680130348320911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-me-monday.html' title='Not Me Monday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondaySIDEBAR180x180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8574544520287841965</id><published>2010-03-28T09:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:57:29.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring has Sprung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Before I started staying home I worked as a studio manager for the Picture People. Each different event season {Christmas, V-day, Easter, Mothers Day, Fathers Day, 4th of July, Halloween} we'd come up with a new, catchy way to answer to the phone. For Spring one of our favorites was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Spring has sprung here at the Picture People. Why don't you hop on in for some Spring pictures. When can I schedule your next appt?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Since I don't work at the Picture People anymore and would feel rather silly answering my phone with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Spring has sprung here at the Lane household, how may I help you? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I decided I'd use my blog to get that catchy phrase, along with new Spring pictures, out of my system! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, was a beautiful Spring day and we spent most of it outside enjoying the warmth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It was pretty windy but I'm beginning to realize when you basically live in the middle of a field it's windy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;alot. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Also, everyone looks pretty rough. We had no where to go and when thats the case the kids choose their own clothes. Trust me, you'll see what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S69s0ybWRqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/5CsVDJsJtyM/s1600/all.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S69s0ybWRqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/5CsVDJsJtyM/s400/all.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S69oQmFMSaI/AAAAAAAAA30/dQVQcw73QcA/s1600/Audrey2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S69oQmFMSaI/AAAAAAAAA30/dQVQcw73QcA/s400/Audrey2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S69oP7yLfbI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ZJKZYoe43NA/s1600/Audrey1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S69syXlU7vI/AAAAAAAAA5E/iYug4QiM6nc/s400/Owen1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S69szMqrdzI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dmlmXYSkTKk/s1600/PennyE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S69szMqrdzI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dmlmXYSkTKk/s400/PennyE.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8574544520287841965?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8574544520287841965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-has-sprung.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8574544520287841965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8574544520287841965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-has-sprung.html' title='Spring has Sprung'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S69s0ybWRqI/AAAAAAAAA5U/5CsVDJsJtyM/s72-c/all.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-8615831167045263290</id><published>2010-03-28T09:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:42:40.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purification.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lately I've been really feeling like the Lord is prompting me to change some things in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A purification process if you will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;First, the way I spend my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I know, I know. I've said this&lt;a href="http://landoflanes.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-is-vanity.html"&gt; before&lt;/a&gt;. But, this time I'm changing this big time. I've been really feeling led to give up Facebook...a Facebook fast of sorts, for awhile. But, I just have ignored that prompting. {Hows that for honesty?} So, starting Monday I'm giving up Facebook. For at least a week. Once that first week is up then I'll see how I'm doing. I'll re-evaluate where I'm at and how I'm managing my time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Why am I announcing this on my blog? Well, because I feel like maybe telling people on here will hold me more accountable on there. So, if you see me on FB this week...totally call me out :) And, some of you might actually have quiet status walls without all my updates :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have several books I'm in the process of reading right now that I'd like redirect my 'free time' to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;{free time...with 4 kids and a husband...whats that?!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1934554154?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=bechegav-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=1934554154"&gt;Passionate Housewives Desperate for God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=bechegav-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=1934554154" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Passionate Housewives Desperate for God, again, as part of an online book club. I'm also reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1578565812?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=bechegav-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=1578565812"&gt;The Mission of Motherhood: Touching Your Child's Heart for Eternity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=bechegav-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=1578565812" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mission of Motherhood. Derek and I are reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1581349297?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=bechegav-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=1581349297"&gt;Family Driven Faith: Doing What It Takes to Raise Sons and Daughters Who Walk with God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=bechegav-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=1581349297" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Family Driven Faith together. I'm also in the middle of the Breaking Free Bible study with a group of ladies from church. Wow. Who needs the internet when I have all of those to read...plus some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm also planning a purification for the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Starting the Monday after Easter I'm going to start a cleanse diet. A purification of the body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Inspired by my friend &lt;a href="http://hannahtallo.blogspot.com/2010/03/cleansing-time.html"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt; I'll be doing &lt;a href="http://www.standardprocess.com/display/psppurification.spi"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; diet. I wont be adding in the supplements this time around and since I'm nursing I'll continue to keep protein in my diet rather then eliminate it and reintroducing it at one point.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is going to a huge deal for me since I am addicted to Dr. Pepper and I LOVE breads. But, I'm excited to rid the toxins in my body and {maybe} lose the rest of the pregnancy weight that just.wont.go.away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Most of all I'm excited to take this time and draw closer to the Lord. To see what He reveals to me through this purification processes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*I'll still be checking email and blogging. So, don't forget to keep checking back here for new posts on our happenings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-8615831167045263290?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/8615831167045263290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/purification.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8615831167045263290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/8615831167045263290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/purification.html' title='Purification.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-3425638933598663236</id><published>2010-03-26T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T18:35:19.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Home Remedies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I have a few bloggy friends who have posted some wonderful natural home remedies for various things that I wanted to pass on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Among other recipes, &lt;a href="http://the-mommy-place.blogspot.com/2010/03/recipes-for-beauty-o.html"&gt;The Mommy Place&lt;/a&gt; posted a recipe for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Banana Conditioner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S61Efw4qMRI/AAAAAAAAA3k/19x4WESgdHY/s1600/banana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S61Efw4qMRI/AAAAAAAAA3k/19x4WESgdHY/s200/banana.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1 banana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3 tablespoons of mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons olive oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;mash the banana in a bowl until completely smooth. Add mayonnaise &amp;amp; oil - blend until creamy. Must be used immediately. Apply conditioner to hair &amp;amp; cover your head with a shower cap. Leave on for 15 - 30 minutes. Rinse thoroughly with warm water &amp;amp; shampoo as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Check out her blog to see the other food recipes shes posted. Im excited to try them out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Over at my friend Jennifer's blog shes posted a natural &lt;a href="http://mamawithamission.blogspot.com/2010/03/live-and-gallbladder-cleanse.html"&gt;Liver and Gallbladder cleanse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If you, or anyone you know, has issues with Gallstones this would be a wonderful, natural remedy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;While you're at their blogs let them know I sent you there ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-3425638933598663236?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/3425638933598663236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/natural-home-remedies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3425638933598663236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/3425638933598663236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/natural-home-remedies.html' title='Natural Home Remedies'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S61Efw4qMRI/AAAAAAAAA3k/19x4WESgdHY/s72-c/banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-295878437519673737</id><published>2010-03-26T14:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:42:38.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My friend, Stephanie, over at The Mommy Place is running an AWESOME giveaway over at her&lt;a href="http://the-mommy-place.blogspot.com/"&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt;. You can go &lt;a href="http://the-mommy-place.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-give-away-o_24.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to follow the directions and enter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-295878437519673737?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/295878437519673737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/295878437519673737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/295878437519673737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-giveaway.html' title='A Great Giveaway'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-1168266573415886523</id><published>2010-03-25T13:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:28:13.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This past week I have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;dwelling&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; worried a bit about the health care bill that was passed Sunday. I wont get on my soap box about that {for now}. But, with all this worry I have realized I need to focus my attention on not &lt;i&gt;what could be&lt;/i&gt; but instead what is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I need to reflect on what I'm thankful for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sure out there in bloggyland there is another blog that does this as a blog carnival, and someday I may go look for it, but for now I'm doing it on my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hopefully every week!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So....this week for &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Thankful Thursday&lt;/span&gt; I am thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My husband&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't blogged about it, but plan to, but this past week my husband displayed the perfect example of showing grace to me. By the grace he showed to me through this experience he put on display the grace the Father shows to us when we mess up, for our children. The Lord reminded me through this how very blessed I am to have the husband I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;My kids. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I know I know, husband and kids. Of course I would list them on Thankful Thursday right? But, how can I not at least this first time. I am constantly amazed at the life the Lord has given me and the little people He has filled it with. {note to self: come back and read this when everything seems to be falling apart around here!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My parents: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I think I have just about the best mom in the world. A month ago they moved about 2 1/2 hours away and Tuesday my mom came to watch Audrey so I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could take the big girls to a girls club theyre apart of. When we came home she had my kitchen cleaned and living room picked up for me. Such a blessing! She married my step-dad when I was 14 and although my world seemed upside for a few years I could not have asked for a better step-dad. He loves me, Derek and the kids just like we are his blood. And he makes my mom very happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;My church family:&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; through the above mentioned situation where my sweet husband showed incredible grace for me, a family from our church stepped in and met an incredible need we had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They once again showed us the deep need and love of the fellowship of a church family in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I could go on and on. But, I'll stop for now.....otherwise I might run out of things for future weeks! Wait, I dont think thats possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8067398754049768318-1168266573415886523?l=becausehegave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/feeds/1168266573415886523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/thankful-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/1168266573415886523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8067398754049768318/posts/default/1168266573415886523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausehegave.blogspot.com/2010/03/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477552765634899222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTBL7KZ4S7g/S-EBaj10FNI/AAAAAAAABEM/cZlbTT6iRIg/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8067398754049768318.post-3047111465071274335</id><published>2010-03-23T22:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:39:13.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This year our plan on the eve before Easter is to make "Resurrection cookies" with our kids. &lt;i&gt;Well, the girls really. &lt;/i&gt;I've seen this recipe posted on one of my yahoo groups the past couple years but we have never made them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, the very day that I went on there to search for the posts containing the recipe someone shared it again this year! (Thanks, Raye Ann!) Pretty cool how God knew exactly what I was looking for ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Consider making these with your kiddos this year as a way to really imprint the Easter story. I know my kids remember things so much better when we have a hands on learning experience to go along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Annie's "Resurrection Cookies" Page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Also known as Easter Story Cookies~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So Grab your Apron and Let's Get Started!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 cup whole pecans &lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vinegar &lt;br /&gt;3 egg whites&lt;br /&gt;a pinch salt &lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;a zipper baggy&lt;br /&gt;1 wooden spoon&lt;br /&gt;scotch tape&lt;br /&gt;Bible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;These are to be made the evening before Easter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preheat oven to 300F.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; *** (this is very important --- don't wait until you are half done with the recipe).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Place pecans in zipper baggy and let children beat them with the wooden spoon &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; to break into small pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Explain that after Jesus was arrested.&amp;nbsp; He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #c27ba0;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; was beaten by the Roman soldiers.&amp;nbsp; Read: John 19:1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Let each child smell the vinegar.&amp;nbsp; Put 1 teaspoon vinegar into mixing bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Explain that when Jesus was thirsty on the cross He was given vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #c27ba0;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; to drink. Read: John 19:28-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="cent
