<?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-655596072637476557</id><updated>2012-01-25T09:59:12.295-06:00</updated><category term='Heart for the Home'/><category term='Homemaking'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Healthy and Fit Heart'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Simple Heart Issues'/><category term='The heart of BOYS'/><category term='The boys'/><category term='Debt payoff final journey'/><category term='Job'/><category term='About me'/><category term='Home decor'/><category term='Debt payoff'/><category term='This blog'/><category term='Games'/><category term='Time with God'/><category term='General'/><category term='What I&apos;m Learning Wednesday'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Resolutions'/><category term='Home projects'/><category term='Simple Healthy Eating'/><category term='Frugality'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Full Life, Simple Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts from a girl who desires simplicity!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2746668408194593264</id><published>2010-09-23T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:20:24.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>~Crazy Good~</title><content type='html'>Life feels crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job.&amp;nbsp; I absolutely LOVE this job!&amp;nbsp; God couldn't have blessed me more.&amp;nbsp; It's with a missions organization&amp;nbsp;called &lt;a href="http://www.christar.org/"&gt;Christar&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The people are so sweet.&amp;nbsp; My boss is precious.&amp;nbsp; I'm having a ball...and using more brain cells on a daily basis than I've used in the 6 years I've been a stay-at-home mom.&amp;nbsp; I'm head tired when I get home!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mr. 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is in Kindergarten now&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mr. 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is in K4.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juggle the emotions that come with watching "all the other moms" (you know, those who DON'T work outside the home) get to be homeroom Mom, if that's their choice.&amp;nbsp; I juggle the emotions of frustration of "&lt;em&gt;how do Moms that work find time to work out?&amp;nbsp; Or do laundry?&amp;nbsp; Or the energy to play with their kids at night?"&lt;/em&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/TJwJDA61AhI/AAAAAAAAA1k/hsYGHHnKRrs/s1600/IMG_1203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TJwJDA61AhI/AAAAAAAAA1k/hsYGHHnKRrs/s320/IMG_1203.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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our family is in "adjustment mode".&amp;nbsp; And life feels crazy.&amp;nbsp; And yet good.&amp;nbsp; Because God is so good to us. &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;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/_HlGg7FlfPno/TJwIqTvt5KI/AAAAAAAAA1c/VaBt_fneuX4/s1600/IMG_1234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TJwIqTvt5KI/AAAAAAAAA1c/VaBt_fneuX4/s320/IMG_1234.jpg" width="320" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/TJwIySybn9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Wezox807KJI/s1600/IMG_1235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TJwIySybn9I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Wezox807KJI/s320/IMG_1235.jpg" width="240" /&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;&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/TJwJJGzALyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/0bL3u0S74a0/s1600/IMG_1185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TJwJJGzALyI/AAAAAAAAA1o/0bL3u0S74a0/s320/IMG_1185.jpg" width="320" /&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, until God chooses differently for us... &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;life is crazy, &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;but God is good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-2746668408194593264?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2746668408194593264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2746668408194593264' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2746668408194593264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2746668408194593264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-good.html' title='~Crazy Good~'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TJwJDA61AhI/AAAAAAAAA1k/hsYGHHnKRrs/s72-c/IMG_1203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-1848241183998284632</id><published>2010-08-09T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T18:03:18.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>~Summer of GROWTH~</title><content type='html'>How to even summarize &lt;em&gt;where I've been&lt;/em&gt;....hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids are amazing....I've had such a fun summer with them.&amp;nbsp; They've grown.&amp;nbsp; They are so conversational.&amp;nbsp;We've swam.&amp;nbsp; We've collected and traded silly bands with all our friends. &lt;em&gt;(OK seriously...how BRILLIANT was that invention?!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;We've just hung out.&amp;nbsp; No big plans.&amp;nbsp; No over-booked summer.&amp;nbsp; So sweet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TGCFO6waphI/AAAAAAAAA08/p_s8y3_BmG0/s1600/Fun+in+the+pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TGCFO6waphI/AAAAAAAAA08/p_s8y3_BmG0/s320/Fun+in+the+pool.jpg" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TGCFYXDWk7I/AAAAAAAAA1E/nYEw6oDEcSE/s1600/Blake+with+swimming+hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TGCFYXDWk7I/AAAAAAAAA1E/nYEw6oDEcSE/s320/Blake+with+swimming+hair.jpg" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TGCFhuQ4B6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/WAnwDExK-bw/s1600/Braden+eating+Watermelon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TGCFhuQ4B6I/AAAAAAAAA1M/WAnwDExK-bw/s320/Braden+eating+Watermelon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;My relationship with Jesus has grown IMMENSELY this summer.&amp;nbsp; I cannot even express to you the precious time of growth I have had...and am in.&amp;nbsp; Our family is still in financial distress...and all I can tell you is that honestly, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wouldn't trade the spiritual growth&amp;nbsp;for all the financial comforts in the world&lt;/span&gt;. God is utterly and completely amazing.&amp;nbsp; He has shown up in amazing ways.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Calm-My-Anxious-Heart-Contentment/dp/1600061419/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1281394300&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;This book&lt;/a&gt;, my Bible Study group and&amp;nbsp;being intentional about memorizing God's&amp;nbsp;promises&amp;nbsp;have been&amp;nbsp;significant in my life this summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's also been a continuing journey of hearing God for what His plan is for our family....do I&amp;nbsp;work outside the home?&amp;nbsp; Or do I work inside the home?&amp;nbsp; That's another post for another day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Summer is coming to an end.&amp;nbsp; Can you believe it?&amp;nbsp; I hope to be able to post more now that my little men will be in school soon.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-1848241183998284632?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1848241183998284632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=1848241183998284632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1848241183998284632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1848241183998284632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-of-growth.html' title='~Summer of GROWTH~'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TGCFO6waphI/AAAAAAAAA08/p_s8y3_BmG0/s72-c/Fun+in+the+pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2752435162178162495</id><published>2010-06-01T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:10:54.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Little Guy~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe it....you are&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I remember so clearly the day you were born.&amp;nbsp; You were a huge baby!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;was in awe...I looked over at you and thought, "he's the size of a kindergartner!&amp;nbsp; No wonder I have stretch marks down to&amp;nbsp;my toes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You instantly completed our family.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;nbsp;are so thankful you were born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/TAUb7PdtGeI/AAAAAAAAA00/KgJgWIuHcpI/s1600/IMG_0376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TAUb7PdtGeI/AAAAAAAAA00/KgJgWIuHcpI/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have to say....I've NEVER met anyone like you.&amp;nbsp; You have such a distinct, amazing personality.&amp;nbsp; God took special care to design you, for sure.&amp;nbsp; He delighted in you, as I do daily.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TAUYiOT3QJI/AAAAAAAAA0s/vczMYFY6bkE/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TAUYiOT3QJI/AAAAAAAAA0s/vczMYFY6bkE/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You are so fun...and have a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; sense of humor!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Your faces and expressions entertain us all non-stop.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You're way too smart for your own good...and even at 4, can size up a room of people and assess the entire situation.&amp;nbsp; It's&amp;nbsp;really scary!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never underestimate a man ~ or toddler ~ who is the strong, silent thinker-type.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They've&amp;nbsp;got your number!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/TAUXGEo4PAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/f3wHbn0xTdM/s1600/IMG_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TAUXGEo4PAI/AAAAAAAAA0k/f3wHbn0xTdM/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My prayer daily is for your &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Trust Jesus with all of it.&amp;nbsp; He will &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lead you down the wrong path.&amp;nbsp; You are truly fearfully and wonderfully made, my little love.&amp;nbsp; Because of knowing you, my heart will never be the same!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy being 4~&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/655596072637476557-2752435162178162495?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2752435162178162495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2752435162178162495' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2752435162178162495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2752435162178162495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/TAUb7PdtGeI/AAAAAAAAA00/KgJgWIuHcpI/s72-c/IMG_0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-6252687928566855621</id><published>2010-05-19T09:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:09:37.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>~How lovely...~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I don't know about you...but sometimes God just has to whack me over the head to get my attention.&amp;nbsp; How unfortunate for me, right?&amp;nbsp; You would think I would've learned by now to listen daily and closely, so as to spare myself much anxiety.&amp;nbsp; Oh well....my stubborness keeps me learning and growing, I suppose.&amp;nbsp; &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;I went to a luncheon with my Mom as her guest recently.&amp;nbsp; At the end of the luncheon, there was a random drawing (which I am fully convinced there is no such thing as &lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt;) and I won!&amp;nbsp; What fun.&amp;nbsp; What had I won??&amp;nbsp; Glad you asked.&amp;nbsp; This book:&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 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S_Pocf-Mj2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/GGrNtThJGaw/s1600/beth+moore+book2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S_Pocf-Mj2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/GGrNtThJGaw/s200/beth+moore+book2.gif" width="200" wt="true" /&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;&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;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: left;"&gt;How nice.&amp;nbsp; I really like Beth Moore.&amp;nbsp; I like her heart and of course, her love for the Lord.&amp;nbsp; But one more book to read?&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; I barely have time to bathe.&amp;nbsp; By God's grand&amp;nbsp;providence, I opened it&amp;nbsp;one day and began to read.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could say that God whacked me over the head with the turning of each page.&amp;nbsp; Nope.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;I read...and read...and read.&amp;nbsp; Beth had some &lt;em&gt;interesting little points&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And of course,&amp;nbsp;I was learning nuggets about my insecurities.&amp;nbsp; But for the most part, I felt&amp;nbsp;I was so blessed to be a fairly confident woman.&amp;nbsp; How lucky.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;Slowly, God began to uncover my tightly closed eyes.&amp;nbsp; I began to really SEE areas in my life that I&amp;nbsp;am&amp;nbsp; insecure.&amp;nbsp; Now, I understand that all women struggle, to some degree or another.&amp;nbsp; And fortunately,&amp;nbsp;mine are not blatantly screaming insecurities...or&amp;nbsp;an out-of-control daily struggle.&amp;nbsp; They are more hidden.&amp;nbsp; But still&amp;nbsp;as serious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;But thank GOD I don't struggle ~ at all ~ with&amp;nbsp;being insecure with my man.&amp;nbsp; (Ahem)&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;Last weekend,&amp;nbsp;my husband's work sent us on an all-expense PLUSH weekend&amp;nbsp;in Savannah, GA.&amp;nbsp; It was wonderful...and such a sweet time with Bill.&amp;nbsp; No kids.&amp;nbsp; (Hallelujah!)&amp;nbsp; At this work&amp;nbsp;weekend, we met 30 or so couples from around the United States who do similar work.&amp;nbsp; We met some wonderful people.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;We also met &lt;em&gt;her.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;Now, I'm tall and blonde...and feel I can generally "hold my own" in a crowd.&amp;nbsp; So is &lt;em&gt;she ~ &lt;/em&gt;taller, blonder (no, not really) and can "own the crowd".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;I run.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I got up each day in Savannah and went for a run.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;She's &lt;/em&gt;a marathoner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;I have a home based business.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;She &lt;/em&gt;is a corporate company &lt;em&gt;owner.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; (Uh, hello....getting the picture? Shall I go on???)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;I have a general appreciate for sports.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;She &lt;/em&gt;has an unrealistic love and craziness for sports.&amp;nbsp; This led into in-depth conversations and much fist-pumping with my sports crazed husband.&amp;nbsp; (I mean, really?!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;And let's not get into what &lt;em&gt;that girl&lt;/em&gt; can do to a swimsuit.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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: left;"&gt;So what's my point?&amp;nbsp; WHAM!&amp;nbsp; God brought me face-to-face with my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;total insecurity&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp;There is no denying&amp;nbsp;now that I&amp;nbsp;have the ability to struggle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;We all do.&amp;nbsp; It's life.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;I am thankful for God's whammies!&amp;nbsp; I am thankful He doesn't leave me stuck.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for Beth Moore's obedience to write this book.&amp;nbsp; It speaks to my heart.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;We are all so precious to our Father.&amp;nbsp; Only in Him&amp;nbsp;can we be fully secure.&amp;nbsp; I don't&amp;nbsp;have time to go into her whole book and the practicalities of how to make that happen in&amp;nbsp;our lives (that's why she has 18 chapters to do that).&amp;nbsp; But this&amp;nbsp;verse meant so much to me this very morning when reading&amp;nbsp;her book.&amp;nbsp; I've never seen it quite in this light:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ps. 84:1&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;If we are truly indwelt by Him, his Word says "we are lovely".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't know about you, but I love that.&amp;nbsp; &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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;I encourage you to add this book to your reading list.&amp;nbsp; It might just be worth your time.&amp;nbsp; Or you may get whammied.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(Enjoy!)&amp;nbsp; &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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-6252687928566855621?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6252687928566855621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=6252687928566855621' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6252687928566855621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6252687928566855621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-lovely.html' title='~How lovely...~'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S_Pocf-Mj2I/AAAAAAAAA0c/GGrNtThJGaw/s72-c/beth+moore+book2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-1221460943249373365</id><published>2010-05-16T22:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:22:51.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This blog'/><title type='text'>~Back to life~</title><content type='html'>Here I sit at the computer....on resurrection day.&amp;nbsp; The resurrection of this blog, that is.&amp;nbsp; Thanks to two of my sweet girlfriends (you know who you two are...), I "reconsidered" this blog.&amp;nbsp; This is what I've prayerfully come up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my place to document my family, my heart and my love for and walk with the Lord.&amp;nbsp; I decided this blog should be written for my kids.&amp;nbsp; I want them to be able to see their life (since I'm a terrible photo-album-keeper/scrapbooker!), and I want them to truly know me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Since&amp;nbsp;at this time in their lives, my "job" is to be their&amp;nbsp;Mom and not their best friend, I want them to be able to look back and&amp;nbsp;hear my heart for them...and for the world the Lord has put us in.&amp;nbsp; So this is for them.&amp;nbsp; And me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And you, if the Lord so chooses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not to impress.&amp;nbsp; I will not allow myself to&amp;nbsp;get trapped in comparisons.&amp;nbsp; I will not&amp;nbsp;struggle to speak, if the Lord hasn't put something on my heart.&amp;nbsp; It's His, mine and my kids.&amp;nbsp; If you want to take the journey with us, we're blessed.&amp;nbsp; If not, we're still blessed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this moment, I have a broken camera.&amp;nbsp; So I don't have the ability to take new pictures.&amp;nbsp; This could cause me much "blog anxiety".&amp;nbsp; But it is what it is.&amp;nbsp; And I give that anxiety over to the One who can free me from it.&amp;nbsp; For now, I'll just write until I can photograph, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How&amp;nbsp;me and my family have&amp;nbsp;been since March:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Healthy&lt;br /&gt;(2)Growing in our trust of Almighty God each and every day.&amp;nbsp; We're still "touch and go" with paychecks.&amp;nbsp; They are spotty at best.&amp;nbsp; Some months (okay, only one month in the past 8)&amp;nbsp;are feast, while most&amp;nbsp;are famine.&amp;nbsp; But&amp;nbsp;God knows exactly where we are.&amp;nbsp; And that's where He currently chooses for us to be.&amp;nbsp; So I trust.&amp;nbsp; I wait.&amp;nbsp; I do the next right thing daily.&amp;nbsp; And wait some more.&amp;nbsp; And know that God is&amp;nbsp;good.&lt;br /&gt;(3)The boys are&amp;nbsp;changing, growing.&amp;nbsp; They are little people now.&amp;nbsp; Little people with wills of their own.&amp;nbsp; Hearts of gold.&amp;nbsp; Hugs that would melt a glacier.&amp;nbsp; Smiles that are heartwarming.&amp;nbsp; They are discovering who God is.&amp;nbsp; What his&amp;nbsp;Word is...and means in our&amp;nbsp;daily lives.&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp;are learning daily what it means to&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; God, by dealing with their own hearts&amp;nbsp;bent towards rebellion, as are all of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;(4)My husband and I are working...lots.&amp;nbsp; He is continuing to press on in his line of work.&amp;nbsp; God is opening doors and will bless as&amp;nbsp;He sees fit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's all in His hand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have re-picked up a home business I used to work when the boys were tiny and it's been fun to see God&amp;nbsp;bless it.&amp;nbsp; I keep eyeballing Him.&amp;nbsp; He's never steered me wrong yet...in all my 40 years of livin'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(5)Lastly, Bill and I are just enjoying being married.&amp;nbsp; We're relishing being parents.&amp;nbsp; We laugh a lot about the things&amp;nbsp;our kids do ~ things that are easy and things that are "difficult".&amp;nbsp; We know this time is momentary...fleeting.&amp;nbsp; He's a great leader, that man.&amp;nbsp; And God love him...he puts up with me.&amp;nbsp; Not only that, he loves me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And grateful. &amp;nbsp;And blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-1221460943249373365?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1221460943249373365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=1221460943249373365' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1221460943249373365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1221460943249373365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-life.html' title='~Back to life~'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-1783574318744910208</id><published>2010-03-10T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:14:46.436-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This blog'/><title type='text'>Life IS full and my heart will always stay simple~</title><content type='html'>Simply put....I will be retiring this blog.&amp;nbsp; For now, at least.&amp;nbsp; Maybe always.&amp;nbsp; I need to figure out if I will maintain it down the line as a family blog ~so our relatives and close friends can&amp;nbsp;keep up with our busy lives.&amp;nbsp; But for now, it won't be happening.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has taken us on a journey with debt pay-off, financial challenges, parenting and such.&amp;nbsp; I have shared a lot of this with you along the way.&amp;nbsp; And the journey continues.&amp;nbsp; We're still in the thick of it.&amp;nbsp; There should be so much to write about everyday.&amp;nbsp; My thoughts should be overflowing.&amp;nbsp; They are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tells me that I need to focus all my energy and prayers on the specific things in our lives that we are fully devoted to right now, in order&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;survive&lt;/strike&gt; thrive&amp;nbsp;during this time.&amp;nbsp; And of course, my family stays as my main daily activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will follow the Lord and my heart on this.....and maybe I'll be back one day.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll do another blog entirely.&amp;nbsp; I don't know.&amp;nbsp; But I&amp;nbsp;do know&amp;nbsp;I'll still be reading yours every chance I get (if you have one).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for following!&amp;nbsp; And blessings upon blessings to you~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-1783574318744910208?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1783574318744910208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=1783574318744910208' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1783574318744910208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1783574318744910208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-full-and-my-heart-will-always.html' title='Life IS full and my heart will always stay simple~'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-892489578011325889</id><published>2010-02-28T08:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:45:44.029-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The heart of BOYS'/><title type='text'>Oh, of COURSE....silly me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"What's going on here?",&lt;/em&gt; I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S4qAbskHhVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/HYb4rrrOPeE/s1600-h/IMG_1014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S4qAbskHhVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/HYb4rrrOPeE/s320/IMG_1014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My spider is eating.",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is my 3-year-old's answer&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S4qAubEkGwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/1ZPx4WJ0riM/s1600-h/IMG_1013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S4qAubEkGwI/AAAAAAAAA0M/1ZPx4WJ0riM/s320/IMG_1013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dog food?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, we don't have spider food, do we?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-892489578011325889?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/892489578011325889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=892489578011325889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/892489578011325889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/892489578011325889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-of-coursesilly-me.html' title='Oh, of COURSE....silly me.'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S4qAbskHhVI/AAAAAAAAA0E/HYb4rrrOPeE/s72-c/IMG_1014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7985890473269866149</id><published>2010-02-27T21:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:42:34.180-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This blog'/><title type='text'>Invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if it was this guy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S4nj7hgrrfI/AAAAAAAAAz0/KWPdkebkQAk/s1600-h/Monster-Fish--29527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S4nj7hgrrfI/AAAAAAAAAz0/KWPdkebkQAk/s320/Monster-Fish--29527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or this guy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S4nkGacg4ZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/uqWX00qYXg0/s1600-h/Sea-Monster--29544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S4nkGacg4ZI/AAAAAAAAAz8/uqWX00qYXg0/s320/Sea-Monster--29544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But some &lt;strike&gt;demon&lt;/strike&gt; virus took over our computer for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Locked up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; Totally incapacitated&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My world was rocked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;At least until my husband brought his computer home in the evenings..and I would hi-jack it for a few minutes to check e-mail!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But thanks to the &lt;strike&gt;exorcism&lt;/strike&gt; gifts and talents of someone way smarter than me (thank you, Jonathan!), our precious computer is back up and running...and (as far as I can tell) healthy again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been very traumatic.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I can resume life as normal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-7985890473269866149?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7985890473269866149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7985890473269866149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7985890473269866149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7985890473269866149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/invasion.html' title='Invasion'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S4nj7hgrrfI/AAAAAAAAAz0/KWPdkebkQAk/s72-c/Monster-Fish--29527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2520445878900303666</id><published>2010-02-18T09:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:51:37.922-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Heart Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart for the Home'/><title type='text'>Stylistically challenged....</title><content type='html'>I'm not even sure if "stylistically" is a word, but you get the idea.&amp;nbsp; And I sort of have a sense of humor about my dilemma.&amp;nbsp; However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am challenged.&amp;nbsp; C-H-A-L-L-E-N-G-E-D, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 6 years, I have been wearing yoga pants and tennis shoes or flip flops.&amp;nbsp; I've been content.&amp;nbsp; I've worn them because that's almost all I own.&amp;nbsp; And I've been happy that way.&amp;nbsp; They are comfy.&amp;nbsp; They stretch.&amp;nbsp; They fit me on skinny days...and not skinny days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, due to my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/calling-out-for-moral-support.html"&gt;going back to work&lt;/a&gt;, I have to&amp;nbsp;actually buy&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; clothes.&amp;nbsp; Like shoes that&amp;nbsp;grown-ups wear.&amp;nbsp; Every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go into stores...and stare.&amp;nbsp; And walk around aimlessly...and stare some more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;There are reasons for this malfunction:&lt;br /&gt;(1)&amp;nbsp; All I've &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; to function in my daily life for 6 years are...you guessed it.....yoga pants.&lt;br /&gt;(2)&amp;nbsp; I haven't spent money on clothes in 6 years....due to our desire to get out of debt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have not shopped.&amp;nbsp; Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized very quickly....&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm no longer hip&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I never thought I be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Un-hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm pretending to know what I'm doing clothes-wise...but I don't.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm trying to get educated, so as to not &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; un-hip.&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know how it's going.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Another way I know I am stylistically challenged is this:&lt;br /&gt;I decided that before I start working full time, I will finish up all those little nagging unfinished home projects that take up space&amp;nbsp;in our&amp;nbsp;garage and zap me of much emotional energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my dilemma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I love this look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's fresh and clean.&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31VglBeb7I/AAAAAAAAAzM/yVV3I4jvsm4/s1600-h/charm_home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31VglBeb7I/AAAAAAAAAzM/yVV3I4jvsm4/s320/charm_home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this look:&lt;br /&gt;It's simple and cozy.&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31VyrqHQNI/AAAAAAAAAzU/PKh-B9Xti-g/s1600-h/love+love+love+this+kitchen!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31VyrqHQNI/AAAAAAAAAzU/PKh-B9Xti-g/s320/love+love+love+this+kitchen!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31VODeRloI/AAAAAAAAAy8/qAiIC9_d3x8/s1600-h/burlap+on+island.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31VODeRloI/AAAAAAAAAy8/qAiIC9_d3x8/s320/burlap+on+island.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm like the "Sybil" of design.&amp;nbsp; I like all of them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31WlHHWVlI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ktiuKguBFTY/s1600-h/love+love+love+this+kitchen.frig+chalkboard.frig+corkboard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31WlHHWVlI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ktiuKguBFTY/s320/love+love+love+this+kitchen.frig+chalkboard.frig+corkboard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been painting everything that isn't nailed down.....and I've been painting it &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Because that's the color paint I have.&amp;nbsp; And black goes with everything, right?&amp;nbsp; Right...????&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM CHALLENGED, I TELL YOU.&amp;nbsp; I am confused as to which "look" I want...and how to make my house have &lt;em&gt;that look&lt;/em&gt; with limited funds.&amp;nbsp;I'm concerned I don't have &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the light and airy look of whites.&amp;nbsp; But I live in a testosterone-filled home...is that practical for this time in our lives?&amp;nbsp; And I'm married to a man that would love to live in a lodge in Colorado...or &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/homeandgarden/category/lodge/"&gt;Pioneer Woman's guest lodge&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm trying to merge all those styles.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I guess I'll have to create my own style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is &lt;a href="http://www.theletteredcottage.net/"&gt;this girl&lt;/a&gt; when you need her?&amp;nbsp; Or &lt;a href="http://www.thenester.com/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;nbsp; Why can't &lt;a href="http://www.mysweetsavannah.blogspot.com/"&gt;she &lt;/a&gt;be my neighbor?&amp;nbsp; Or &lt;a href="http://shanty2chic.blogspot.com/"&gt;these girls&lt;/a&gt;, my best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;persevere.&amp;nbsp; I will move forward and just do what feels right in our home.&amp;nbsp; If the black is too dark somewhere, then I'll&amp;nbsp;move it...or paint it again.&amp;nbsp; God help me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll invite you in to our home.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'll show you where&amp;nbsp;I feel challenged.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lastly, look at the beauty that the Lord gave us last week...in TEXAS!&amp;nbsp; Amazing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After I finished my two minutes of grumbling that the boys would be home with me since the schools were closed...and my to-do list was a mile long, I then reveled in it.&amp;nbsp; And enjoyed the wonderment of it with my two little guys.&amp;nbsp; We had a ball!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31WMMMic1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/qy08Txrqeck/s1600-h/IMG_0961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31WMMMic1I/AAAAAAAAAzc/qy08Txrqeck/s320/IMG_0961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31ZCJYCrwI/AAAAAAAAAzs/vrTQ2EgGE70/s1600-h/IMG_0962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31ZCJYCrwI/AAAAAAAAAzs/vrTQ2EgGE70/s320/IMG_0962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow..."&amp;nbsp; Isa. 1:18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/655596072637476557-2520445878900303666?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2520445878900303666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2520445878900303666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2520445878900303666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2520445878900303666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/stylistically-challenged.html' title='Stylistically challenged....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S31VglBeb7I/AAAAAAAAAzM/yVV3I4jvsm4/s72-c/charm_home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-979357624462629863</id><published>2010-02-01T09:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:50:58.598-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Heart Issues'/><title type='text'>~The Journey~</title><content type='html'>Journeys can be adventuresome, or troublesome or both at once.&amp;nbsp; They can seem so large that all you can do is seek...and wait...and seek some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's where I am.&amp;nbsp; And that's where I've been since January 18th when I last blogged.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my first blog post ever on January 31, 2009.&amp;nbsp; That was my first experience ever with writing for anyone but myself to read.&amp;nbsp; It's been spectacular...and scary...and humbling....and insecure....all in one big ball of blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ebbed and flowed with ideas, proud moments of posting, and moments of asking myself, "why did I just hit the 'post' button??? that was less than a good post."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize I am a slow processor.&amp;nbsp; I have to clearly feel a "leading" to write something, or it won't happen well...and I'll regret posting it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the past few weeks, I am sitting and processing.&amp;nbsp; Amazingly, I have mentioned many times in this blog in the past year how life has seemed 'big' and 'overwhelming'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It HAS been.&amp;nbsp; Financial struggles and huge spiritual growth issues&amp;nbsp;can seem 'big' and 'overwhelming'.&amp;nbsp;Incredibly, this year of 'bigness' has coincided with my blog writing.&amp;nbsp; Coincidence?&amp;nbsp; I think&amp;nbsp;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my blog a few days ago on&amp;nbsp;January 31st wanting to acknowledge that my 'anniversary' was here.&amp;nbsp; I was incapacitated.&amp;nbsp; Words were not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some words today as to where&amp;nbsp;I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)&amp;nbsp; I am sorting out all my feelings about returning to work.&amp;nbsp; What an &lt;strike&gt;amazing&lt;/strike&gt; &amp;nbsp;interesting journey.&amp;nbsp; Not only am I sorting out my feelings about it, I'm putting together resumes, and trying to figure out what job I am to hold.&amp;nbsp; What I have learned in two weeks:&amp;nbsp; I have been panicked and holding on so tightly to where I think I am to be.&amp;nbsp; As of today, Feb. 1st,&amp;nbsp;by God's grace, I am letting go and letting Him direct me.&amp;nbsp; It's much more peaceful that way, by the way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also sorting out what I can contribute to the 'outside world'....realizing how locked up I am about my value or contribution in life.&amp;nbsp; By God's grace, He is setting me free of that as well.&amp;nbsp; I'm not fully there yet.&amp;nbsp; I am, however,&amp;nbsp;on a&amp;nbsp;journey of discovering who I am as a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Not a Mom.&amp;nbsp; A woman of God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&amp;nbsp; At the same time, as God would have it, something from my past has been dug up.&amp;nbsp; God's timing for this to emerge NOW, along with everything else we're currently going through,&amp;nbsp;is beyond me, but I do see His hand in it all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So I plow forward, grow up in it, deal with it and heal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)&amp;nbsp; At the very same time, God has my marriage in a huge growth time.&amp;nbsp; Amazing growth.&amp;nbsp; It has been a good marriage for over 7 years .&amp;nbsp; Now&amp;nbsp;our marriage is&amp;nbsp;growing up in some hard areas to become &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Again, why now?&amp;nbsp; I dare not ask.&amp;nbsp; I'm just excited to see where we're going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&amp;nbsp; Blah.&amp;nbsp; Truth be told.&amp;nbsp; No cutesy kid pictures this time.&amp;nbsp; No beautiful 'journey' pictures to post.&amp;nbsp;Not as interesting, I know.&amp;nbsp; But I don't have the time or energy to add either right now.&amp;nbsp; If you're still with me at the end of this post, thanks.&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;honored you read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-979357624462629863?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/979357624462629863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=979357624462629863' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/979357624462629863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/979357624462629863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/journey.html' title='~The Journey~'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5829184055228286879</id><published>2010-01-18T09:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:48:23.040-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The heart of BOYS'/><title type='text'>The invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This morning I was invited to a tea party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't been to a tea party since I was a little girl, so I was so excited!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted you to meet some of the other guests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1R_nX1GtRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/S1Xg0_I9HZY/s1600-h/IMG_0936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1R_nX1GtRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/S1Xg0_I9HZY/s320/IMG_0936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet "&lt;em&gt;Sea Horse Freddie"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1R_yAdf9NI/AAAAAAAAAxc/DgjkY60gHqg/s1600-h/IMG_0928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1R_yAdf9NI/AAAAAAAAAxc/DgjkY60gHqg/s320/IMG_0928.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet &lt;em&gt;"Tiger Run Fast"&lt;/em&gt; (That's his Indian name, I guess)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1SAGDhnzWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/XitTRDVtjpY/s1600-h/IMG_0929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1SAGDhnzWI/AAAAAAAAAxk/XitTRDVtjpY/s320/IMG_0929.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet "&lt;em&gt;Silly Monkey&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1SASSkxJdI/AAAAAAAAAxs/fMAD8pET608/s1600-h/IMG_0930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1SASSkxJdI/AAAAAAAAAxs/fMAD8pET608/s320/IMG_0930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet our bird friends, "&lt;em&gt;Pepper"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"Big Headed Bird"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1SAcElUCuI/AAAAAAAAAx0/lIdZiPXY4n8/s1600-h/IMG_0931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1SAcElUCuI/AAAAAAAAAx0/lIdZiPXY4n8/s320/IMG_0931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet &lt;em&gt;"Chocolate Donut"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1SAoPJVrVI/AAAAAAAAAx8/lZwdTwob31U/s1600-h/IMG_0935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1SAoPJVrVI/AAAAAAAAAx8/lZwdTwob31U/s320/IMG_0935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, "&lt;em&gt;Freddie"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1SAwvxmzQI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mgW2zc6Aj3o/s1600-h/IMG_0933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1SAwvxmzQI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mgW2zc6Aj3o/s320/IMG_0933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was the best tea I've ever had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yah...and I had a donut, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The best kind of donut...the one that doesn't add a pound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/655596072637476557-5829184055228286879?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5829184055228286879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5829184055228286879' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5829184055228286879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5829184055228286879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/invitation.html' title='The invitation'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1R_nX1GtRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/S1Xg0_I9HZY/s72-c/IMG_0936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-3224322348493203672</id><published>2010-01-15T15:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:52:08.897-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Heart Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy and Fit Heart'/><title type='text'>Calling out for moral support....</title><content type='html'>Well, first I want to update you on my progress with &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-2as-much-as-i-hate-to-admit.html"&gt;Resolution #2&lt;/a&gt;, working out.&amp;nbsp; It's going fabulously.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I'm on day 11 and I feel stronger already..... &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;very sore&lt;/span&gt;, but stronger.&amp;nbsp; I'm eating well...not sleeping as much as I would like...but, for the most part, doing exactly what I hoped I would.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, right now, I really want a cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I know there are many, many mothers out there who have dealt with this dreaded issue:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;going back to work&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've followed me for any time at all, you know about our&amp;nbsp;financial &lt;strike&gt;woes&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/contentment-in-spite-of-circumstances.html"&gt;issues&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;around here.&amp;nbsp; We have been faithful to do all that we know to do, in order keep Mama home.&amp;nbsp; Well, it looks like our backs are up against a wall.&amp;nbsp; This might be the time I have to go to work outside the home.&amp;nbsp; And Mama is struggling with it a &lt;strike&gt;little&lt;/strike&gt; lot....as I'm sure&amp;nbsp;most women do when they face this.&amp;nbsp; &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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1DgTBgWseI/AAAAAAAAAxM/2LjGrrd5VJc/s1600-h/IMG_0898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1DgTBgWseI/AAAAAAAAAxM/2LjGrrd5VJc/s320/IMG_0898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any words of encouragement out there?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-3224322348493203672?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3224322348493203672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=3224322348493203672' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/3224322348493203672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/3224322348493203672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/calling-out-for-moral-support.html' title='Calling out for moral support....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S1DgTBgWseI/AAAAAAAAAxM/2LjGrrd5VJc/s72-c/IMG_0898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5936362558891528927</id><published>2010-01-14T08:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:49:09.909-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The heart of BOYS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Heart Issues'/><title type='text'>Having children makes you humble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08v7jIXoFI/AAAAAAAAAwU/hEIfaPdk7TI/s1600-h/bathtime.muffins+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08v7jIXoFI/AAAAAAAAAwU/hEIfaPdk7TI/s320/bathtime.muffins+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We've been memorizing Ephesians 6:24 around here:&amp;nbsp; "In your anger, do not sin".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, on our way to a class at church, we were having fun in the car seeing who could remember certain verses.&amp;nbsp; The last verse we recited as we got out of the car was Eph. 6:24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I went to the children's area to pick up my kids, and my 3 1/2 year old had this very "guilty" look on his face.&amp;nbsp; As I went to hug him, he told me, "I have poop in my pants."&amp;nbsp; &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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08wIDl2TYI/AAAAAAAAAwc/L58QU_elQWY/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08wIDl2TYI/AAAAAAAAAwc/L58QU_elQWY/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me just tell you....we have worked...and worked....and prayed...and scolded...and rewarded...and prayed some more....and rewarded some more....and so on and so on....you get the idea.&amp;nbsp; THIS issue is my button that will throw me into orbit.&amp;nbsp; NOT because I'm not willing to work on it.&amp;nbsp; But because, if you knew my son, you would know he is one of the&amp;nbsp;most head-strong kids you will ever come across.&amp;nbsp; And on THIS issue, he shines.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He CAN do it.&amp;nbsp; He CHOOSES to hold the power.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have gone round and round and round.&amp;nbsp; Anyway...I digress.&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08wUEPzsxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/YKr3XlgsbpI/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08wUEPzsxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/YKr3XlgsbpI/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, last night, I lost my cool.&amp;nbsp; But instead of yelling...or down-talking him.....I grew cold and silent...and sulked.&amp;nbsp; He knew I was mad.&amp;nbsp; My thought process the entire time I was behaving this way, was "I don't want him to do this to PLEASE me.&amp;nbsp; I want him to make the right choice."&amp;nbsp; But I stayed angry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cold to him as he tried to engage me in conversation on the way home.&amp;nbsp; I was cold to him as I gave him a bath.&amp;nbsp; I was cold to him as I dressed him for bed and went to tuck him in.&amp;nbsp; He didn't challenge me at all.&amp;nbsp; He knew.&amp;nbsp; &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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08wgB6upzI/AAAAAAAAAws/gsAGdCPwk8k/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08wgB6upzI/AAAAAAAAAws/gsAGdCPwk8k/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once he was in bed, I was going to just simply say his prayer, put him to bed and get out of his room.&amp;nbsp; I was still too mad to engage with him.&amp;nbsp; BUT...I decided to go ahead and ask him, "what do you want to pray for tonight?"&amp;nbsp; He said:&amp;nbsp; "I want to pray that God will help me be a big boy."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&amp;nbsp; My heart melted.&amp;nbsp; He WANTS to do differently.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't know HOW to necessarily make it happen on his own.&amp;nbsp; He GETS it....at least the asking God for help part.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How precious.&amp;nbsp; I softened.&amp;nbsp; And then, just as instantaneously, the Lord brought to my mind, "In your anger, do not sin."...and then, "Let your GENTLENESS be evident to all."&amp;nbsp; Phil 4:5.&amp;nbsp; I may not have been harsh, but I was not gentle. At all.&amp;nbsp; &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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08wslZ2ZSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/evgivyQl_FQ/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08wslZ2ZSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/evgivyQl_FQ/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As we prayed together, we asked God to forgive Mommy for my ungentle response and attitude.&amp;nbsp; AND we asked God to help my sweet little one to ask for help from a grown-up when he needs to go to the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; Our hearts are mended.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08xIjv6WZI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ggaRXJbAOfc/s1600-h/IMG_0596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08xIjv6WZI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ggaRXJbAOfc/s320/IMG_0596.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is a another day.&amp;nbsp; Thank God His mercies are new every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5936362558891528927?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5936362558891528927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5936362558891528927' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5936362558891528927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5936362558891528927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/having-children-makes-you-humble.html' title='Having children makes you humble'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S08v7jIXoFI/AAAAAAAAAwU/hEIfaPdk7TI/s72-c/bathtime.muffins+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5997840268993917967</id><published>2010-01-13T11:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:49:29.273-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Heart Issues'/><title type='text'>Significance....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S037I9eB9lI/AAAAAAAAAvk/E5bCPY93jlU/s1600-h/IMG_0620.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S037I9eB9lI/AAAAAAAAAvk/E5bCPY93jlU/s320/IMG_0620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A serious topic for the day....so hang in there with me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever &lt;em&gt;consciously&lt;/em&gt; thought (or admitted out loud), "Am I significant?"&amp;nbsp;"Am I enough?"&amp;nbsp; "Do people like me?"&amp;nbsp; "Do they &lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt; me?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am discovering that my life has been full of search for significance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;how, I'm discovering, this plays out in my&amp;nbsp;immediate life is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is my home &lt;em&gt;nice enough&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are my children &lt;em&gt;well behaved enough&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Does my husband &lt;em&gt;tell me enough&lt;/em&gt; that he thinks I'm doing a great job at this mothering thing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Will so-and-so think that what I just said was stupid?"&lt;br /&gt;"Will my new community group &lt;em&gt;judge me&lt;/em&gt; if they &lt;em&gt;really know me&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Will my Bible Study group think I'm &lt;em&gt;spiritual enough&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Am I &lt;em&gt;creative enough&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"Am I &lt;em&gt;organized enough&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;And it even plays out in blogging..."Is my blog &lt;em&gt;interesting or "captivating" enough&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of &lt;em&gt;trying so hard&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Even though I am &lt;em&gt;just now realizing&lt;/em&gt; (or naming it) that I have been trying so hard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's high time to truly grow up and &amp;nbsp;find my significance in Christ alone....the one who truly, deeply knows and loves me anyway.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Him, my home is nice enough.&amp;nbsp; He provided it.&amp;nbsp; He wants us to fill it with the things that matter:&amp;nbsp; love and forgiveness for each other, hospitality to others and instruction to our children about living a life that is honoring to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Him, my children's hearts are more important than their behavior.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S037s5sgw4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/M4glB8xDrs8/s1600-h/IMG_0808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S037s5sgw4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/M4glB8xDrs8/s320/IMG_0808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Him, my heart for my husband is more important to God than what Bill says or doesn't say to me on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God, I don't have to be spiritual enough, or creative enough, or more witty or insightful...He loves me just as I am.&amp;nbsp; He made me.&amp;nbsp; His desire for me is that my heart is &lt;em&gt;right &lt;/em&gt;before Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God, this blog is provided as a way to journal thoughts, stories and family photos.&amp;nbsp; It's an outlet of expression.&amp;nbsp; I can so easily get caught up in the comparison game, but God wants me to be honoring in what I say.&amp;nbsp; Period.&amp;nbsp; Honoring to Him.&amp;nbsp; Honoring to my husband and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The search for significance&lt;/em&gt;....the term has been used so much and yet the "solution" is still sought after.&amp;nbsp; We still play our lives for an audience that doesn't&amp;nbsp;truly matter.&amp;nbsp; What matters is what GOD thinks of me.&amp;nbsp; What matters is how HE sees me.&amp;nbsp; Even when the voices in the world are loud, God's voice is to be&amp;nbsp;heard louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fill our heart and head with TRUTH...God's&amp;nbsp;Word.&amp;nbsp; And we run over it again and again and again in our hearts and minds.&amp;nbsp; We bank our life on it.&amp;nbsp; We live by it.&amp;nbsp; We claim it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we pick up our script and start playing life to the larger audience, and discover that it doesn't work, we go back to where the Truth is and fill our&amp;nbsp;hearts and heads again.&amp;nbsp; And we do this as much as it takes to find significance in Christ alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Be made new in the attitude of your minds...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ephesians 4:23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5997840268993917967?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5997840268993917967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5997840268993917967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5997840268993917967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5997840268993917967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/significance.html' title='Significance....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S037I9eB9lI/AAAAAAAAAvk/E5bCPY93jlU/s72-c/IMG_0620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-6370044475845727680</id><published>2010-01-07T20:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:50:06.102-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Healthy Eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy and Fit Heart'/><title type='text'>Tomato Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0aay06ZX4I/AAAAAAAAAvE/jTbrh2G2t0o/s1600-h/IMG_0870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0aay06ZX4I/AAAAAAAAAvE/jTbrh2G2t0o/s320/IMG_0870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the latest craze around our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One night, when my husband could not breathe when he was supposed to be sleeping, he found this recipe on-line as a cure for severe sinus congestion.&amp;nbsp;Supposedly these ingredients are known for their medicinal properties.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Using these ingredients together is supposed to help heal sinus/ear infections, colds, coughing and sore throat.&amp;nbsp; It was mentioned that it has even been found to kill flu germs and strep throat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know about all that, but I do know that it tastes fantastic...and&amp;nbsp;depending on how much tabasco you put in it, it&amp;nbsp;just might curl your eyelashes, too!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What a bargain, huh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomato Tea Recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 cups V8 Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2-3 cloves garlic crushed (use more if you can) &lt;em&gt;*I used minced from a jar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 T Lemon Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hot Sauce (the more, the better..so as much as you can handle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mix and heat in a pan.&amp;nbsp; Sip slowly.&amp;nbsp; Re-warm as needed to get the full effects of the fumes.&amp;nbsp; It's all natural and healthy, so drink as much as you want or need until you are sure the infection is gone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENJOY!&lt;/em&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/655596072637476557-6370044475845727680?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6370044475845727680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=6370044475845727680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6370044475845727680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6370044475845727680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomato-tea.html' title='Tomato Tea'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0aay06ZX4I/AAAAAAAAAvE/jTbrh2G2t0o/s72-c/IMG_0870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-8832445348938210440</id><published>2010-01-06T22:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:50:33.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The heart of BOYS'/><title type='text'>"Hello...yes....is this poison control?"</title><content type='html'>Tonight, my 3-year-old comes bouncing into the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear, with a "milk moustache"...only it's red.&amp;nbsp; I said, "baby...what have you been drinking?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My medicine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What medicine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My 'cough syrup'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show me, sweetie, what&amp;nbsp;are you&amp;nbsp;talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then&amp;nbsp;happpily and&amp;nbsp;bouncily (is that a word?)&amp;nbsp;runs excitedly to the bathroom and shows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it even &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;possible&lt;/span&gt; for a person only about 3 feet tall to reach &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; into a cabinet (that I,&amp;nbsp;at 5'9", have to myself reach UP to get into), pull out "cough syrup", remove the CHILDPROOF LID, and consume 2 full medicine cups of this:&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0VdcA7w44I/AAAAAAAAAu8/dhLhbgQzD-Q/s1600-h/PED_NyQuil_LG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0VdcA7w44I/AAAAAAAAAu8/dhLhbgQzD-Q/s640/PED_NyQuil_LG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a 32 lb. kid....drinking 6+ tsps. of this!&amp;nbsp; His "normal dosage" (please don't think we dole this out like candy!) is 1 tsp.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After NOT handling it well with my reaction, I called poison control.&amp;nbsp; They informed me that he would probably sleep.&amp;nbsp; Very hard.&amp;nbsp; Immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is.&amp;nbsp; 7:00 pm.....LIGHTS OUT.&amp;nbsp; His idea.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Mama has learned:&lt;br /&gt;(1)&amp;nbsp; My kid is a make-it-happen-kind-of-guy.&amp;nbsp; If he wants something, he will make it happen.&amp;nbsp; This will make for an amazing adult...but a child to watch like a hawk!&lt;br /&gt;(2)&amp;nbsp; For obvious reasons, I will be checking all the childproof lids on all the meds tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;(3)&amp;nbsp; If I ever need him to sleep at 7:00 PM, "accidentally" leave the lid loose on the Nyquil.&amp;nbsp; I AM KIDDING, PEOPLE.....PLEASE DO NOT CALL CPS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're grateful he's okay.&amp;nbsp; He gave his Mama quite a scare tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-8832445348938210440?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8832445348938210440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=8832445348938210440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8832445348938210440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8832445348938210440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/helloyesis-this-poison-control.html' title='&quot;Hello...yes....is this poison control?&quot;'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0VdcA7w44I/AAAAAAAAAu8/dhLhbgQzD-Q/s72-c/PED_NyQuil_LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-6845681672211902249</id><published>2010-01-06T15:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:52:36.708-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The heart of BOYS'/><title type='text'>Letting go of expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0T79PQdHMI/AAAAAAAAAu0/McwR6Z7gJ3A/s1600-h/IMG_0843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0T79PQdHMI/AAAAAAAAAu0/McwR6Z7gJ3A/s320/IMG_0843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope, I've not been feeling good.&amp;nbsp; Neither has Mommy or Daddy or big brother.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a way to start a New Year, huh?&lt;/em&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0T7joXCQlI/AAAAAAAAAus/FmkX9htmX00/s1600-h/IMG_0846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0T7joXCQlI/AAAAAAAAAus/FmkX9htmX00/s320/IMG_0846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've been making lots of hot chocolate.&amp;nbsp; It's super cold outside.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've also watched quite a bit of Scooby Doo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mommy's first week of twenty-ten was not what she expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;She really hoped to get a new, fresh start to this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;But.....that's not the way it's worked out really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mommy says that is part of what God is teaching her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;She needs to let go of any expectations, not get frustrated, and live each day, loving her family well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe our fresh, new week can start NEXT Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;In the meantime, we're all getting a lot of&amp;nbsp;squeezes around here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0T6gJ4ttPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/EmNXRa6wI8E/s1600-h/IMG_0776.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0T6gJ4ttPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/EmNXRa6wI8E/s320/IMG_0776.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;We'll all be back up and running full speed ahead soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0T6Ino8QaI/AAAAAAAAAuE/XZS7FzhR2Qs/s1600-h/IMG_0770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0T6Ino8QaI/AAAAAAAAAuE/XZS7FzhR2Qs/s320/IMG_0770.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/655596072637476557-6845681672211902249?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6845681672211902249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=6845681672211902249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6845681672211902249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6845681672211902249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/letting-go-of-expectations.html' title='Letting go of expectations'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0T79PQdHMI/AAAAAAAAAu0/McwR6Z7gJ3A/s72-c/IMG_0843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2315715133793664518</id><published>2010-01-03T22:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:15:12.588-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Resolutions #3 and #4....</title><content type='html'>Resolution #3:&lt;br /&gt;Sleep.&amp;nbsp; More.&lt;br /&gt;Get in my room on time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then, I'll most likely be to bed on time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Which will enable me to get up on time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And I won't be grumpy as often.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My husband and kids will thank me for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution #4:&lt;br /&gt;Read more.&amp;nbsp; I know it's not the highest of aspirations to only plan on reading 8 books in one year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;But give me a break, people.&amp;nbsp; It's about the best I can hope for at this stage in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am reading (and enjoying!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0FnTHMVTgI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fG-UZ_KqjVs/s1600-h/The+Well+Versed+FAmily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0FnTHMVTgI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fG-UZ_KqjVs/s640/The+Well+Versed+FAmily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Well-Versed Family&lt;/strong&gt; by Caroline Boykin is really good!&amp;nbsp; I heard her speak here in the Dallas area recently and was really moved by her heart.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her book is&amp;nbsp;about practical ways to help get scripture into the hearts and minds of our kids.&amp;nbsp; I've been putting some of her ideas into practice and my kids are responding beautifully.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing more precious to me than watching my kids internalize the Word of God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My rating (thus far):&amp;nbsp; 5 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am also finishing up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0Fn_pt7NgI/AAAAAAAAAt8/RY2pxa3NyTc/s1600-h/Fascinating+Womanhood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0Fn_pt7NgI/AAAAAAAAAt8/RY2pxa3NyTc/s320/Fascinating+Womanhood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fascinating Womanhood&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;is about marriage and how to become "fascinating" to your man.&amp;nbsp; It's chocked full of great information and practical applications...and isn't for someone who&amp;nbsp;is the least&amp;nbsp;bit feminist.&amp;nbsp; I'm learning a lot and enjoying it immensely, but also know full well that several years ago, it quite possibly might have offended me immensely.&amp;nbsp;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My rating 4.5 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I better go...I'm supposed to be reading......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/655596072637476557-2315715133793664518?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2315715133793664518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2315715133793664518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2315715133793664518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2315715133793664518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions-3-and-4.html' title='Resolutions #3 and #4....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0FnTHMVTgI/AAAAAAAAAt0/fG-UZ_KqjVs/s72-c/The+Well+Versed+FAmily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-4345627740228477690</id><published>2010-01-03T12:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:44:43.727-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This blog'/><title type='text'>These thoughts....</title><content type='html'>I have thoroughly enjoyed writing this blog!&amp;nbsp; It's such an outlet for me.&amp;nbsp; I am blessed if you read it.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful, if you walk away with any nugget of information or encouragement.&amp;nbsp; I have enjoyed "getting to know" some sweet people I wouldn't have&amp;nbsp;otherwise known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love your comments!&amp;nbsp; Please keep them coming.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That's one of the ways I know you are reading it.&amp;nbsp; Another way I know people are reading is for you to "sign up" as a "follower".&amp;nbsp; This helps me know that my time invested&amp;nbsp;in this&amp;nbsp;means something.&amp;nbsp; My "following" numbers are low, but DAILY I have others&amp;nbsp;respond to me by e-mail or in conversations&amp;nbsp;about something you read.&amp;nbsp; I'd love&amp;nbsp;to know you are out there!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Or another easy way to let me know you "stopped by", is to sign up on the Blog Frog in the right margin.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this&amp;nbsp;blog is an outlet for me.&amp;nbsp; But I also am constantly soul searching my way through it.&amp;nbsp; Do I need to change it?&amp;nbsp; Do I need to have a more focused topical blog?&amp;nbsp; Do I need to just keep it little bitty and make it be a "what's happening in our family" blog, so relatives and&amp;nbsp;friends can keep up with our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask...what does GOD want with this blog?&amp;nbsp; So...I am searching.&amp;nbsp; I will&amp;nbsp;continue.&amp;nbsp; And I will work&amp;nbsp;on it...and improve it.&amp;nbsp; If I know you are interested.&amp;nbsp; I will actually invest energy...and&amp;nbsp;decide what direction I should take it in for twenty ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if you are enjoying it!&amp;nbsp; That helps me know how to&amp;nbsp;proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&amp;nbsp; Happy 3rd day of this New Year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-4345627740228477690?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4345627740228477690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=4345627740228477690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/4345627740228477690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/4345627740228477690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-thoughts.html' title='These thoughts....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-6306253460398413395</id><published>2010-01-02T23:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T08:24:16.892-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><title type='text'>Resolution #2...as much as I hate to admit it!</title><content type='html'>For only the 2nd time in my 40 years of life, I am&amp;nbsp;adding the resolution&amp;nbsp;to get in shape (along with the rest of America) in 2010.&amp;nbsp; Actually, for only the 2nd time in my life,&amp;nbsp;have I needed to.&amp;nbsp; I know, I know...before you log off now due to&amp;nbsp;irritation, please&amp;nbsp;know that there is a difference between FIT skinny and UNFIT skinny.&amp;nbsp; I may have been skinny most of my life...but definitely&amp;nbsp;not always&amp;nbsp;fit!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Regardless, now....I am 40....and neither&amp;nbsp;fit&amp;nbsp;NOR skinny.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nice.&amp;nbsp; &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/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0AsWgW0F4I/AAAAAAAAAts/587fBF6Lzpo/s1600-h/exercise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0AsWgW0F4I/AAAAAAAAAts/587fBF6Lzpo/s400/exercise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a plan in place.&amp;nbsp; I actually gave myself until Monday, the 4th, to start....so I get one more day to indulge in fattening delights!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nine years ago, I undertook the &lt;a href="http://www.bodyforlife.com/"&gt;Body&amp;nbsp;for Life&lt;/a&gt; challenge.&amp;nbsp;It's a 3-month nutrition and exercise plan....and fairly easy to do.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I really liked it...and loved the results I got.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So now at 40 (and two babies later), I will try once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took care of planning out the menu Bill and I will eat next week...and bought all the groceries.&amp;nbsp; We're set and ready to go!&amp;nbsp; I'll update you mid-week next week, when I feel like I've been hit by a mack truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, although I am looking forward to feeling like I look better....my main reason nine years later for doing this program again is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to be healthy&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want to take care of that which God has given&amp;nbsp;me.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;will do my part to see that my sweet&amp;nbsp;boys have a healthy, present Mom...and Bill has a vibrant, energy-filled wife.&amp;nbsp; If I&amp;nbsp;get to actually wear a bikini this summer, then that is just a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about you?&amp;nbsp; Do you have any fitness goals this year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-6306253460398413395?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6306253460398413395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=6306253460398413395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6306253460398413395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6306253460398413395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-2as-much-as-i-hate-to-admit.html' title='Resolution #2...as much as I hate to admit it!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/S0AsWgW0F4I/AAAAAAAAAts/587fBF6Lzpo/s72-c/exercise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5486385367560336082</id><published>2010-01-02T10:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:29:45.443-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debt payoff final journey'/><title type='text'>Simple Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I told you I'm a New Year's Resolution maker.&amp;nbsp; I thought I'd take a few of them and share them with you in the next few days.&amp;nbsp; I'd love to let you know what God has laid on our hearts around here for twenty ten.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'm telling you so you can offer some encouragement...or maybe because if I speak the words &lt;strike&gt;out loud&lt;/strike&gt; in writing, then I have to follow through.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Either way, thanks for letting me share.&amp;nbsp; &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/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz9y_OwJ_wI/AAAAAAAAAtc/cXZcOo5ajjU/s1600-h/money+paperdolls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz9y_OwJ_wI/AAAAAAAAAtc/cXZcOo5ajjU/s640/money+paperdolls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two thousand nine, &lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/"&gt;Crystal&lt;/a&gt; offered much inspiration to me in the ways of frugal living.&amp;nbsp; I'm so thankful I found her&amp;nbsp;blog! She&amp;nbsp;has been&amp;nbsp;a true blessing. In &lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/money_saving_mom/get-your-finances-in-line-in-2009/"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, she talked about how she&amp;nbsp;and her&amp;nbsp;husband saved up cash to buy their first house this next year.&amp;nbsp; She started out 2009 with 33% saved.&amp;nbsp; And ended&amp;nbsp;the year&amp;nbsp;with 100% saved.&amp;nbsp; Amazing!&amp;nbsp; So she inspired me and got me to thinking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I posted about our debt payoff journey.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-months-financial-progress-report.html"&gt;last time I posted&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(in June), we were at 64% to our goal.&amp;nbsp; Since that time, we have had some major set-backs financially.&amp;nbsp; My husband's job&amp;nbsp;became 100% full-commission, as he is trying to build a business&amp;nbsp;in a recession.&amp;nbsp; That scared me.&amp;nbsp; But it didn't scare God.&amp;nbsp; It didn't even make Him flinch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could recount time after time of God's faithfulness to our family during the past several months.&amp;nbsp; No, we haven't received an official paycheck since September, but &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;we've not missed one payment&lt;/span&gt; thus far, not put anything on a credit card, not missed a meal &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; had a beautiful, sweet Christmas.&amp;nbsp; God is so faithful!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking back, it is amazing.&amp;nbsp; Since &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-months-financial-progress-report.html"&gt;the last post&lt;/a&gt;, we have even moved from 64% to 74% of our goal!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How is that even possible?!&amp;nbsp; God is so good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the number one resolution&lt;/span&gt; in this house for this year is:&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DEBT PAYOFF&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This is it.&amp;nbsp; There is a line drawn in the sand.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal theme for this year as well is SIMPLIFY.&amp;nbsp; This should be easy in the realm of our financial goals.&amp;nbsp; Life can't get too complicated and busy when you have to say "NO" a lot.&amp;nbsp; We will have one more year of participating in less, so we can walk out of twenty ten &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;debt free&lt;/span&gt;, by the grace of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future posts, I will share with you some of the ways we plan to make that happen this year.&amp;nbsp; I also eagerly anticipate God showing up~again~in big and small ways.&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz9zwb8TZTI/AAAAAAAAAtk/E8KSkF1mGuQ/s1600-h/money_growing_on_a_tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz9zwb8TZTI/AAAAAAAAAtk/E8KSkF1mGuQ/s320/money_growing_on_a_tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you have any goals this next year relating to finances in particular?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5486385367560336082?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5486385367560336082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5486385367560336082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5486385367560336082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5486385367560336082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/simple-resolutions.html' title='Simple Resolutions'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz9y_OwJ_wI/AAAAAAAAAtc/cXZcOo5ajjU/s72-c/money+paperdolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-6913189333515025501</id><published>2010-01-01T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:23:22.301-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz6NVumUIYI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oAVCKlHY10U/s1600-h/IMG_0813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz6NVumUIYI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oAVCKlHY10U/s320/IMG_0813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow...can you believe it?&amp;nbsp; Twenty-ten is here.&amp;nbsp; Two thousand nine is past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on 2009, I see milestones of growth....huge financial obstacles to overcome, a new church, enormous spiritual growth, deep new friendships formed,&amp;nbsp;a death in&amp;nbsp;our family, blessings upon blessings to our family by the generosity of others and&amp;nbsp;potty-training &lt;strike&gt;nightmares&lt;/strike&gt; challenges.&amp;nbsp;We were blessed with great relationships, health, and&amp;nbsp;a rich family life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am thankful to God for His provision, care and protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz6ND6cJPQI/AAAAAAAAAs8/abICcvP7E58/s1600-h/IMG_0821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz6ND6cJPQI/AAAAAAAAAs8/abICcvP7E58/s320/IMG_0821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about twenty ten!&amp;nbsp; Are you someone who likes to make resolutions?&amp;nbsp; I so am.&amp;nbsp; I'm a list maker. I'm a freak for keeping track of life on paper.&amp;nbsp; (Which explains why we have a minor paper organization problem in our house...I make sub lists for my lists.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have chosen a theme for myself in twenty ten.&amp;nbsp; Believe it or not....it is S-I-M-P-L-I-F-Y.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I know that is hard to believe.&amp;nbsp; How often have I talked about it this past year?&amp;nbsp; I did actually begin the process of simplifying our life around here in two thousand nine...but that is my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THEME&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;for this coming year.&amp;nbsp; I hope to help make life for our family as sweet, simple, non-complicated and faith/family focused as possible!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to share the process with you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a low key New Year's Day around here.&amp;nbsp; I have a sicky little one...he has a cold.&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz6OG7IM0CI/AAAAAAAAAtM/DilgYWAIRBE/s1600-h/IMG_0842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz6OG7IM0CI/AAAAAAAAAtM/DilgYWAIRBE/s320/IMG_0842.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He has a low-grade fever, a horrendous cough, a pillow around his neck, due to a crick...AND a nasty bruise on his forehead from a slamming door last night.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Happy New Year, baby doll!&amp;nbsp; May it only go uphill from here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Did you have your black-eyed peas today???&amp;nbsp; We had our favorite&amp;nbsp;black-eyed pea&amp;nbsp;soup.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz6O3gLWgwI/AAAAAAAAAtU/43ZnYFP1m9s/s1600-h/IMG_0852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz6O3gLWgwI/AAAAAAAAAtU/43ZnYFP1m9s/s320/IMG_0852.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OK...so it doesn't take the best pictures...but YUM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BLACK-EYED PEA SOUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;16 -ozs. dried black-eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 medium onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 T minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 small green bell pepper, diced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 celery stalk, diced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 T olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 cups water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;32-ozs. can chopped tomatoes, undrained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 cups chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 T chicken bouillon granules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 jalapeno peppers, unseeded and chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 T salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 tsp. pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bring peas and water to cover to a boil in a Dutch oven; cook 10 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Remove from heat; cover and let stand 1 hour.&amp;nbsp; Drain and remove from Dutch oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saute onion and next 3 ingredients in hot oil in Dutch oven until tender.&amp;nbsp; Add peas, 6 cups water and remaining ingredients; bring to a boil.&amp;nbsp; Reduce heat, and simmer, stirring occasinally, 1 hour or until peas are tender.&amp;nbsp; Yield:&amp;nbsp; 10 cups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May twenty ten be a blessed year for you!&amp;nbsp; I look forward to all God has in store for us.&lt;/em&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/655596072637476557-6913189333515025501?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6913189333515025501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=6913189333515025501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6913189333515025501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6913189333515025501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sz6NVumUIYI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oAVCKlHY10U/s72-c/IMG_0813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-3327666726398962464</id><published>2009-12-03T22:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:16:03.510-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>Well, I actually had some great Thanksgiving pictures.&amp;nbsp; I attached my camera to the computer, transferred the pictues to the computer, and then deleted them from my camera....only to find out they vanished into thin air somewhere on my computer!&amp;nbsp; Seriously?&amp;nbsp; I mean &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt; on my heart, rolling into this Christmas season, is that my boys truly &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;what Christmas is about.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you (in case you didn't already know!) that a 3 1/2 and 5-year-old can be quite narcissistic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;I'm just saying&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course, Christmas all around us has become primarily about &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rudolph&lt;/span&gt; and "&lt;em&gt;what more, more&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;more can I get, get, get&lt;/em&gt;!?!"&amp;nbsp; It sickens me a little.&amp;nbsp; But really, my kids are exactly where we all were at their age....and quite honestly, exactly where they should be...developmentally speaking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can I at least begin to hide in their hearts that, without Christmas, we wouldn't have a Savior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my plan this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)&amp;nbsp; Pray.&amp;nbsp; Pray &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; them.&amp;nbsp; Let them hear us thank the Father for the gift of his Son Jesus this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Pray &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; them.&amp;nbsp; Without ceasing.&amp;nbsp; That they will understand the beauty of this season...and it's not because of what Santa is bringing down the chimney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&amp;nbsp; Speak Truth into their lives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Talk&lt;/em&gt; about Christmas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Remind them&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; we celebrate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; we give gifts to one another.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who&lt;/span&gt; we worship during this amazing time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)&amp;nbsp; Then, lastly, I incorporated a new tradition into our home.&amp;nbsp; We're on Day 3...and so far, it's a sweet addition to our day, our time together and our time with the Lord.&amp;nbsp; First of all, I'm really not that creative....but I'm an EXCELLENT copy-cat!&amp;nbsp; I read about this tradition in another family on someone else's&amp;nbsp;blog last year and thought it was a wonderful idea that we, too, must do.&amp;nbsp; So, at the after-Christmas sales last year, I went looking for this:&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SxiG_tbIw2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/4IDMKCtj8YA/s1600-h/Advent+box.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SxiG_tbIw2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/4IDMKCtj8YA/s320/Advent+box.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I worked to fill each day with two sheets of paper (because, of course, I have two kids who each &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; have the same thing as the other!)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The first&amp;nbsp;sheet of paper is an Advent reading.&amp;nbsp; I got these daily readings from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.focusonthefamily.org/"&gt;Focus on the Family&lt;/a&gt; .&amp;nbsp; I explained to the boys that we would be reading out of the "grown-up" Bible (they each have their own kid's Bible) and that they would not understand it all right now, but that one day they would.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God's Word with all my heart...and in it He says &lt;strong&gt;His Word will not return&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;void&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp; And He cannot lie.&amp;nbsp; So I trust, that every time I read His Word to them, it will &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;plant&lt;/span&gt; seeds of Truth in their hearts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read the daily reading...and then we answer a question or two...or have a discussion based on what we just read.&amp;nbsp; I'm actually amazed that they are engaging in this as well as they are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second sheet of paper is an activity for the day.&amp;nbsp; This is the fun part (seeing as they are, in&amp;nbsp;fact,&amp;nbsp;3 and 5).&amp;nbsp; Some of the activities were copied from the other blog I read last year....but I mostly had to make up my own, since my kids are much younger than the other blogger's.&amp;nbsp; Here are our days so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SxiIwSSO6SI/AAAAAAAAAss/_w778ywyAog/s1600-h/IMG_0722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SxiIwSSO6SI/AAAAAAAAAss/_w778ywyAog/s400/IMG_0722.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SxiKkivaaGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FOH4vFh8W6g/s1600-h/IMG_0727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SxiKkivaaGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/FOH4vFh8W6g/s640/IMG_0727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SxiIks86AtI/AAAAAAAAAsk/eOrbPSf4LSg/s1600-h/IMG_0721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SxiIks86AtI/AAAAAAAAAsk/eOrbPSf4LSg/s400/IMG_0721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;So, tonight we laughed and enjoyed being together as we&amp;nbsp;played &lt;strong&gt;Chutes and Ladders&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;CandyLand&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I hate to admit it...but I won both games.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;OK, so I really like to admit it..... I can be vicious.&lt;/em&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;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;I'll keep you in the loop on our holiday festivities around here. Keep it simple...and worship the King.&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/655596072637476557-3327666726398962464?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3327666726398962464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=3327666726398962464' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/3327666726398962464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/3327666726398962464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SxiG_tbIw2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/4IDMKCtj8YA/s72-c/Advent+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7540353068056319726</id><published>2009-11-21T14:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:50:40.293-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><title type='text'>Mr. Almost-5!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He just keeps getting older....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His actual birthday is on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But&amp;nbsp;now that&amp;nbsp;he is reaching the age of 5, I can now no longer get away with "celebrating his birthday at our family Thanksgiving".&amp;nbsp; I don't blame him.&amp;nbsp; He gets rooked every time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, we had a party today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you guess our theme??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhIIjLiMsI/AAAAAAAAApY/fRtvy29aY_c/s1600/IMG_0657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhIIjLiMsI/AAAAAAAAApY/fRtvy29aY_c/s320/IMG_0657.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had the party at a local park.&amp;nbsp; The awesome Richardson Fire Department showed up at the park today for&amp;nbsp;nine little 3,4 and 5-year-old boys.&amp;nbsp; It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhIZi1UuCI/AAAAAAAAApg/xdz2Px1F81c/s1600/IMG_0634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhIZi1UuCI/AAAAAAAAApg/xdz2Px1F81c/s320/IMG_0634.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhImzPYM1I/AAAAAAAAApo/qbDAmlP92Ok/s1600/IMG_0633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhImzPYM1I/AAAAAAAAApo/qbDAmlP92Ok/s320/IMG_0633.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhI0Js-QDI/AAAAAAAAApw/uVws0ymgvvs/s1600/IMG_0638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhI0Js-QDI/AAAAAAAAApw/uVws0ymgvvs/s320/IMG_0638.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhJFIS0rqI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jNNK9c_aEVk/s1600/IMG_0642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhJFIS0rqI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jNNK9c_aEVk/s320/IMG_0642.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even little brother enjoyed hanging with the big firemen!&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhLwhkLTDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/JIH5z_MUaRY/s1600/IMG_0629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhLwhkLTDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/JIH5z_MUaRY/s320/IMG_0629.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had lots of little chiefs today.&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhL9H3V4JI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/m_e0k6khdhE/s1600/IMG_0660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhL9H3V4JI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/m_e0k6khdhE/s320/IMG_0660.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When they left the park, they did it with lights and loud sirens.&amp;nbsp; The boys (and the adults!) thought it was cool.&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhMLUT_I1I/AAAAAAAAAqY/VUHZ0pE7iz4/s1600/IMG_0661.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhMLUT_I1I/AAAAAAAAAqY/VUHZ0pE7iz4/s320/IMG_0661.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had lots of cupcakes (which I think is the absolute easiest way to do a cake for a 5-year-old)&amp;nbsp; It looks like Spidey is about to karate chop the cake, doesn't it?!&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhMZLo9KaI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ceHcKkamhn0/s1600/IMG_0663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhMZLo9KaI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ceHcKkamhn0/s320/IMG_0663.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had friends come play....young and old(er).&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhM3z-0cDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zuAAZZykADw/s1600/IMG_0665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhM3z-0cDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zuAAZZykADw/s320/IMG_0665.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we did an obstacle course.&amp;nbsp; Dad was trying to explain the rules....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run across the bridge.&amp;nbsp; Slide down the fireman pole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grab the wagon.&amp;nbsp; Run over here to the tunnel.&amp;nbsp; Throw the balls in the tunnel to "put out the&amp;nbsp;fire".&amp;nbsp; Climb in the tunnel and rescue the animals.&amp;nbsp; Slide&amp;nbsp;down the slide and put the animals in the fire wagon and&amp;nbsp;pull them to safety.&amp;nbsp; Got that straight, all&amp;nbsp;of you??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[crickets]&lt;/em&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhNOHKMbXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/eCXPvoJz32c/s1600/IMG_0666.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhNOHKMbXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/eCXPvoJz32c/s320/IMG_0666.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhNgaJTbXI/AAAAAAAAArA/bbFFXzTztb0/s1600/IMG_0668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhNgaJTbXI/AAAAAAAAArA/bbFFXzTztb0/s320/IMG_0668.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blake&amp;nbsp;finally got to dig in to cupcakes and unwrap lots of fun toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a blessed day, full of friends and fun!&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhNr1Pz9MI/AAAAAAAAArI/5LPNOIKdc6Q/s1600/IMG_0672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhNr1Pz9MI/AAAAAAAAArI/5LPNOIKdc6Q/s320/IMG_0672.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse me....I'm gonna go cry now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe he is turning 5!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The days&amp;nbsp;can be&amp;nbsp;so long, but the years are so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of this child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Every good and perfect gift is from above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;James 1:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/655596072637476557-7540353068056319726?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7540353068056319726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7540353068056319726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7540353068056319726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7540353068056319726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/mr-almost-5.html' title='Mr. Almost-5!!!!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwhIIjLiMsI/AAAAAAAAApY/fRtvy29aY_c/s72-c/IMG_0657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-89462287632276434</id><published>2009-11-15T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:31:57.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you pass me the NyQuil, please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, the CRUD has made it's way around our house....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;First my sweet husband had it...major sniffles and slight cough.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Then it escalated a bit as the littlest man in my home had what his Daddy had...plus a relatively low-grade fever for a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Then WHAMMO!!!&amp;nbsp; Mommy got it.&amp;nbsp; Worse than anyone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sniffling.&amp;nbsp; Sneezing.&amp;nbsp; Coughing.&amp;nbsp; Aching.&amp;nbsp; Stuffy head.&amp;nbsp; Fever.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You got it.&amp;nbsp; I have &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;downed&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;this for 2 days.&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwC3-iSdyFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Jau12DCTjaI/s1600/NYQ_ColdFluLiquid_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwC3-iSdyFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Jau12DCTjaI/s320/NYQ_ColdFluLiquid_lg.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yesterday I began to feel a tad better, but decided to lay low.&amp;nbsp; Today I woke up and YUCK...I felt like my body was a lead weight!&amp;nbsp; Was I still sick?&amp;nbsp; Or have I had too much NyQuil??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My sweet husband....oh, what a prince he has been these past couple of days.&amp;nbsp; He has completely kept the boys out of my hair and given me lots of recovering space and time.&amp;nbsp; He is amazing.&amp;nbsp; He has spent&amp;nbsp;many hours since late Friday afternoon being a mostly single dad.&amp;nbsp; This morning, he took them to church by himself so I could continue to rest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was sitting in my bed when the 3 of them&amp;nbsp;pulled into the driveway&amp;nbsp;after church and I could vaguely hear the conversation outside.&amp;nbsp; All I can tell you is that it was becoming obvious that the testerone in my house&amp;nbsp;has had too much togetherness!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I knew right then.....Momma is going to have to get it together...and fast!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My youngest also doesn't like it when Mom is "unavailable" when we are home together, but since he can't seem to put words to his feelings, he tends to "punish" me with less than desirable behavior and then clings to his Daddy (and doesn't want anything to do with me).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My time "off" these&amp;nbsp;past couple of days&amp;nbsp;just confirmed in me that a Momma's job is NEVER done.&amp;nbsp; There are no sick days where we are &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; off duty.&amp;nbsp; This is a&amp;nbsp;never-ending job with long hours, many thankless tasks, but full of&amp;nbsp;many benefits (which I will again appreciate much more fully when I feel back to normal)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, I thank God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;~that I was sick on the weekend when Daddy could easily be home and rescue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;~that I am&amp;nbsp;blessed with a husband who can and will take over with the kids when needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;~that the worst of&amp;nbsp;this sickness&amp;nbsp;is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;~that He will sustain me as I now get back in the game of being Mommy~even while not at 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I believe the saying goes something like this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The Show Must Go On!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The formative period for building character for eternity is in the nursery. The mother is queen of that realm and sways a scepter more potent than that of kings or priests. ~Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-89462287632276434?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/89462287632276434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=89462287632276434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/89462287632276434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/89462287632276434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-pass-me-kleenex-please.html' title='Can you pass me the NyQuil, please?'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SwC3-iSdyFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Jau12DCTjaI/s72-c/NYQ_ColdFluLiquid_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5167733473336912090</id><published>2009-11-09T13:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:53:42.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The heart of BOYS'/><title type='text'>We're lovin' fall!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Galatians 4:10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/655596072637476557-5167733473336912090?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5167733473336912090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5167733473336912090' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5167733473336912090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5167733473336912090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-lovin-fall.html' title='We&apos;re lovin&apos; fall!!!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvhnpyHcN5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/V-8TIEPFywc/s72-c/IMG_0566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7622807357993768036</id><published>2009-11-08T13:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:06:38.168-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Whew...I'm behind!  But not with what REALLY matters....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OK...I know, I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;most of you have moved on past Halloween a long time ago.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Us....um, I'm just now getting these pictures off my camera.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Normally around this time of year, I am trying hard to be "Super Mom".&amp;nbsp; I am making sure I do all the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; "holiday" activities.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't, after all, want my child to get to college thinking, "my Mom didn't carve my pumpkin or make my spider cupcakes when I was 4...and I remember it!&amp;nbsp; I was robbed..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this year I took the pressure off myself.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;convinced myself that&amp;nbsp;I probably won't get ousted by my kids for not doing the &lt;em&gt;right &lt;/em&gt;"Mom stuff" this particular year.&amp;nbsp; And I'm fairly certain they will survive it.&amp;nbsp; If they do actually hold me to the fire many years later for not doing enough this year, then I will &lt;strong&gt;pay&lt;/strong&gt; for their therapy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcMzjH6mRI/AAAAAAAAAnA/xYitMe3XXJk/s1600-h/IMG_0536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcMzjH6mRI/AAAAAAAAAnA/xYitMe3XXJk/s320/IMG_0536.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcM-lfHKSI/AAAAAAAAAnI/EUADPJWs0rs/s1600-h/IMG_0537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcM-lfHKSI/AAAAAAAAAnI/EUADPJWs0rs/s320/IMG_0537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We did make our way to a couple of Halloween functions.&amp;nbsp; There was pumpkin painting, trick-or-treating, being with friends, more candy and sweets than should be humanly possible to consume.&amp;nbsp; But, there was no stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcNJU2l6TI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/NOJSqb1ZODA/s1600-h/IMG_0540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcNJU2l6TI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/NOJSqb1ZODA/s320/IMG_0540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't bake.&amp;nbsp; We didn't really decorate.&amp;nbsp; We slapped a hay bale on the porch and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcSDsuogaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/d3-uXvG5pFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcSDsuogaI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/d3-uXvG5pFQ/s320/IMG_0559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had grandparents in for a great weekend.&amp;nbsp; We had close family friends join us for the activities of the evening.&amp;nbsp; And we joined friends for a picnic at the park prior to trick-or-treating.&amp;nbsp; It was easy.&amp;nbsp; Low key.&amp;nbsp; And stress free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcNaoWiduI/AAAAAAAAAnY/IWvjhXB76vQ/s1600-h/IMG_0543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcNaoWiduI/AAAAAAAAAnY/IWvjhXB76vQ/s320/IMG_0543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoyed the costumes of others!&amp;nbsp; Have you ever felt like this???&amp;nbsp; I so couldn't relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcNlvHWWVI/AAAAAAAAAng/kwtbvElQs2w/s1600-h/IMG_0544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcNlvHWWVI/AAAAAAAAAng/kwtbvElQs2w/s320/IMG_0544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've eaten lots and lots of yummy candy.&amp;nbsp; Including Tootsie Rolls.&amp;nbsp; We love how it makes us look toothless!&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcNvLqWpTI/AAAAAAAAAno/XBPBbH0-Tx4/s1600-h/IMG_0552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcNvLqWpTI/AAAAAAAAAno/XBPBbH0-Tx4/s320/IMG_0552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But amidst all the holiday hub-bub, we mainly focus on Christ...and growing up these boys to walk the walk He has for their lives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this pumpkin Braden brought home from school.&amp;nbsp; He glued the face on.&amp;nbsp; &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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcN7IcNQQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/giKq9yuqqGU/s1600-h/IMG_0530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcN7IcNQQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/giKq9yuqqGU/s320/IMG_0530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But mainly, I LOVE the prayer on the back.&amp;nbsp; You'll see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcODehfvZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/d2v9W0tCQfw/s1600-h/IMG_0529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcODehfvZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/d2v9W0tCQfw/s320/IMG_0529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My motto for this holiday season is SIMPLICITY.&amp;nbsp; FAMILY.&amp;nbsp; FAITH.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look forward to a different kind of holiday.&amp;nbsp; One that isn't about impressing others.&amp;nbsp; One that isn't about how much STUFF my kids can get or go to.&amp;nbsp; Or how decorated my house is.&amp;nbsp; Or how cute my family is on a photo that we send out.&amp;nbsp; Or how many parties I can go to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't get me wrong...those things are &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;all good&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And they, too, are gifts from the Lord.&amp;nbsp; But my striving this season is about being QUIET in my heart and head...and enjoying God's blessings of simplicity.&amp;nbsp; I choose to be intentional and worshipful this season, going into Thanksgiving and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we've closed out another&amp;nbsp;year of costumes&amp;nbsp;around here.&amp;nbsp; We have enough candy to last us well into 2010 (that is even weird to type!)&amp;nbsp; My boys have been filled with abundant energy and sugar!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't show you the full pictures, so let me just paint you a&amp;nbsp; picture in your mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am inside, doing laundry.&amp;nbsp; The boys have decided to play outside.&amp;nbsp; I hear them laughing within a few minutes...they have decided to pour a cup of dirt on top of Braden's head...and a cup of dirt into Blake's pants.&amp;nbsp; Then, within a minute, I hear them laughing hysterically.&amp;nbsp; They have proceeded to make mud in the dirt, strip naked, and put mud all over their entire bodies..and run around in the back yard, playing "Mud Men", Superheroes.&amp;nbsp; I'm quite sure I've never heard of those guys before...until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcPe1mZZTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/BvtgzZ_QqZc/s1600-h/IMG_0556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcPe1mZZTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/BvtgzZ_QqZc/s320/IMG_0556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcPm4RHf7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/n0ONy0ibqYI/s1600-h/IMG_0557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcPm4RHf7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/n0ONy0ibqYI/s320/IMG_0557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life is good.&amp;nbsp; Mud is dirty.&amp;nbsp; Water can clean it.&amp;nbsp; They had a ball.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are you doing with what &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; matters??&lt;/em&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/655596072637476557-7622807357993768036?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7622807357993768036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7622807357993768036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7622807357993768036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7622807357993768036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/whewim-behind-but-not-with-what-matters.html' title='Whew...I&apos;m behind!  But not with what REALLY matters....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SvcMzjH6mRI/AAAAAAAAAnA/xYitMe3XXJk/s72-c/IMG_0536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7226261359888682962</id><published>2009-10-29T14:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:22:45.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><title type='text'>Simpler thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged &lt;strong&gt;regularly&lt;/strong&gt;. You know…blogging is hard when you’re constantly feeling &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;deep&lt;/span&gt;. That is the state I am in all too often lately. I worry if my deep thoughts will bog down the few readers that grace this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;However, I can’t help it. I know it’s a season. It lines up with all that is going on in our lives right now. It’s just where I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Perhaps if I had one of those amazing blogs that all I focused on were beautiful homes and home decor. Trust me, I love looking at those blogs. They are entertaining. And idea forming. And dream giving. But then, for me, I would be focusing on things that are not the best for me. I tend to compare. I think too much on things that just don’t matter that much. So, occasionally, I’ll tackle the home stuff on my blog…because I DO love it. But that’s not the kind of blog I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Perhaps if I had a blog on frugality, deal-finding, shopping, and money saving.&amp;nbsp; I'd be tired.&amp;nbsp; Those ladies work way too hard! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Perhaps if I had a blog about parenting…but then I would be constantly having to admit that I don’t have a clue what I am doing. I struggle. Every. Day. Prayerfully. I struggle with how present I am with my kids….is it enough? Is it quality? And then…the comparing. Oh, the comparing! Comparing how&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mother to how my friends mother. Comparing how my child at almost 3 ½ years-old still occasionally has potty accidents, when other mother’s children that age…don’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, if I had a blog on topics about other things…I could easily be writing daily. But I don’t. My blog is entitled &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Full Life Simple Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. My life IS full. So full. And right now, it’s so full of big thoughts, growth lessons, exhaustion, and lots of love. It almost feels too full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So yet again, I want to focus on my desire for a simple heart. My desire is there. But practically speaking, I yearn for it to be simpler. I wish I could grasp my day more firmly and confidently…and accomplish what I desire to do. I wish my home was more organized. I wish I didn’t have projects looming over me to finish. I wish the voices in my head (not the spooky or multiple personality kind!) were clear thinking right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So I am going to be kind to myself. I am just going to sit in my deep thoughts…and occasionally share them, if God leads me to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Right now I want to bathe in His grace. I want to feel His Presence. I want to watch Him work in mine and my family’s lives. I want to protect simplicity. I want to be okay if things are momentarily chaotic, knowing that they are only momentary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And I don’t want to worry about whether or not my thoughts are too much for anyone who may or may not read. They are mine. My Father hears me. The heart of my husband hears me. That really IS enough. IF someone else can even remotely be encouraged, then I am glad I spoke my heavy thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak. ~Hans Hofmann, Introduction to the Bootstrap, 1993&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eliminate physical clutter. More importantly, eliminate spiritual clutter. ~D.H. Mondfleur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life. ~Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;/em&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SunqjZC-g6I/AAAAAAAAAmo/QGx0lmVnxUw/s1600-h/IMG_0493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SunqjZC-g6I/AAAAAAAAAmo/QGx0lmVnxUw/s320/IMG_0493.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SunquJXNrgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/iiXkA9UeK08/s1600-h/IMG_0494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SunquJXNrgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/iiXkA9UeK08/s320/IMG_0494.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Aunt Amy....aren't you proud?!?!&lt;/span&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/655596072637476557-7226261359888682962?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7226261359888682962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7226261359888682962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7226261359888682962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7226261359888682962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/simpler-thoughts.html' title='Simpler thoughts'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SunqjZC-g6I/AAAAAAAAAmo/QGx0lmVnxUw/s72-c/IMG_0493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2559984388615721341</id><published>2009-10-22T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:57:40.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home projects'/><title type='text'>Crazy thinking</title><content type='html'>&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-still-my-heart.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;?&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/St96iL4ek1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZDAbQg-3jp4/s1600-h/Barn-wood-kitchen-cabinet-HTOURS1005-de.want+this+cabinet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/St96iL4ek1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZDAbQg-3jp4/s320/Barn-wood-kitchen-cabinet-HTOURS1005-de.want+this+cabinet.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And then my friend, Jeff, made me this....&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/St982HvVVrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/hFws91UTsFw/s1600-h/IMG_0488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/St982HvVVrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/hFws91UTsFw/s320/IMG_0488.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And now it looks like this...&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/St968kxQanI/AAAAAAAAAmA/r-jsY9b17nc/s1600-h/partial+coffee+bar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/St968kxQanI/AAAAAAAAAmA/r-jsY9b17nc/s400/partial+coffee+bar.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I still have to accessorize it, but I love it!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I absolutely love it.&amp;nbsp; My coffee tastes more amazing in the morning, coming from it's own bar.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&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; text-align: center;"&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; text-align: center;"&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Do you ever feel like this....&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/St9-M4xeV3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VqmlZ2r9xas/s1600-h/IMG_0475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/St9-M4xeV3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VqmlZ2r9xas/s320/IMG_0475.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;or this......&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/St9-YneXQiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/8FsLHkIpHNg/s1600-h/IMG_0476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/St9-YneXQiI/AAAAAAAAAmY/8FsLHkIpHNg/s320/IMG_0476.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;or this....&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/St9-h8DKTtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/-TYibCdbfJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/St9-h8DKTtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/-TYibCdbfJ0/s320/IMG_0478.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;at 2:00 in the afternoon?&amp;nbsp; I do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Life can be exhausting.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Physically&lt;/span&gt;... there are very practical reasons I am currently exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(a)&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;am not going to bed on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(b)&amp;nbsp; I am not eating as healthfully as I normally do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(c)&amp;nbsp; I am not drinking enough water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(d)&amp;nbsp; I'm exercising sporadically at best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Simply....I'm just plain old doing all the stuff I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;not to do...and am obviously expecting different results.&amp;nbsp; That's just &lt;strong&gt;crazy thinking&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Spiritually&lt;/span&gt;....it's exhausting trying to carry all the stuff God could carry for me...if I'd let him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/contentment-in-spite-of-circumstances.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take things back&lt;/em&gt; from Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I take my eyes off of Him. I place them on other things.&amp;nbsp; And then there is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;unrest&lt;/span&gt;, not as much peace, and defintely &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;not the joy&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Again, I'm just plain old doing the stuff I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;not to do...yet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;God can.&amp;nbsp; He has.&amp;nbsp; He will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I should continue to trust.&amp;nbsp; And seek Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And take care of myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;God is doing His part.&amp;nbsp; I need to do mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugarpiefarmhouse.com/blog"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; was sweet today.&amp;nbsp; Hop over and read it, if you get the chance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Aunt Ruthie is adorable, sweet...and inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Have a great day...&lt;em&gt;with no crazy thinking!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And set your minds and keep them set on what is above (the higher things), &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not on the things that are on the earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colossians 3:2 (Amplified Bible)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/655596072637476557-2559984388615721341?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2559984388615721341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2559984388615721341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2559984388615721341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2559984388615721341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-thinking.html' title='Crazy thinking'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/St96iL4ek1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/ZDAbQg-3jp4/s72-c/Barn-wood-kitchen-cabinet-HTOURS1005-de.want+this+cabinet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5324162593594167937</id><published>2009-10-16T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:01:10.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Like grandma used to make it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh, I wish you could've joined me today.&amp;nbsp; It was one of those dreamy times in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The weather was amazing today....a beautiful, crisp&amp;nbsp;breeze, with lots of sun.&amp;nbsp; We had all the windows open.&amp;nbsp; I could hear the boys outside playing in the backyard, while listening to&amp;nbsp;all my favorite praise songs playing inside.&amp;nbsp; My pumpkin spice candle was lit,&amp;nbsp;and the scent was filling the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And to top it all off....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I made my husband's favorite dessert of all time:&amp;nbsp; carrot cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I used his grandmother's recipe, of course.&amp;nbsp; He has great memories of her serving him pieces of her carrot cake.&amp;nbsp; She hand wrote&amp;nbsp;the recipe&amp;nbsp;for me on a card many years ago, before she went to be with the Lord.&amp;nbsp; I'm so thankful I have that from her, in her writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There is nothing like "Momma Doc's" carrot cake.&amp;nbsp; It's nothing fancy.&amp;nbsp; Only the good old fashioned basics...made with a lot of love.&amp;nbsp; And let me testify....it's YUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/StkhraF7zJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/TRhsuyww4AI/s1600-h/IMG_0506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/StkhraF7zJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/TRhsuyww4AI/s320/IMG_0506.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No comments about my portion size, please.&amp;nbsp; Carrot cake is a veggie, right?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grandma's Carrot Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/Stkh4_E9u7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/b7K1U0SuX44/s1600-h/IMG_0507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Stkh4_E9u7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/b7K1U0SuX44/s320/IMG_0507.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sift together:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1 tsp. soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beat together:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;4 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;3/4 cup oil (add slowly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Add dry ingredients to the oil/eggs alternatively with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2 cups raw grated carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Add 1 tsp. vanilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Prepare two 9" cake pans.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bake for 25-30 mins. or until toothpick comes out clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Icing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1 large package of cream cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1 stick butter~softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1 box confectioners sugar (1 lb.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;2 tsp. vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;1 cup nuts, finely chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Take, eat, ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm happy to post this at &lt;a href="http://dfseason.blogspot.com/"&gt;To Everything a Season&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Hop over there and check out lots of great dessert ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/655596072637476557-5324162593594167937?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5324162593594167937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5324162593594167937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5324162593594167937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5324162593594167937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-grandma-used-to-make-it.html' title='Like grandma used to make it!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/StkhraF7zJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/TRhsuyww4AI/s72-c/IMG_0506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-6766634967016013261</id><published>2009-10-13T09:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:39:32.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home decor'/><title type='text'>Be still my heart.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have loved this&amp;nbsp;piece of furniture from the moment I laid eyes on it.&amp;nbsp; I knew we could be happy together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I instantly pictured it in my life, sharing my space, letting me adore it for the rest of my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The only problem was...I didn't own it.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't mine.&amp;nbsp; It was someone else's.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/StCE_HwGzuI/AAAAAAAAAlA/343y3nbeSTc/s1600-h/Barn-wood-kitchen-cabinet-HTOURS1005-de.want+this+cabinet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/StCE_HwGzuI/AAAAAAAAAlA/343y3nbeSTc/s320/Barn-wood-kitchen-cabinet-HTOURS1005-de.want+this+cabinet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Oh, but I dreamed about it.&amp;nbsp; It would fit into my home, assisting&amp;nbsp;in so many ways!&amp;nbsp; But I instantly thought how it could love our family so well in the area of a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;coffee bar&lt;/span&gt;....another deep love and passion of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And then....one random day, I asked my amazingly talented friend, Jeff, if he thought he could make one.&amp;nbsp; "Sure, he could try."&amp;nbsp; We talked about how much money it might be and realized it might cost a couple of hundred dollars worth of wood.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And for now, that wasn't a possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But God is a God of possibility, isn't He?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jeff came across some fence wood from a neighboring house.&amp;nbsp; They were replacing their fence, and there was actually nothing wrong with the old fence.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So with &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;free wood,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeff's amazing talent (and many hours!), and his sweet, giving heart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;TA-DA.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/StSQPuwQO3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/e0-1YuBMNG4/s1600-h/IMG_0492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/StSQPuwQO3I/AAAAAAAAAlI/e0-1YuBMNG4/s320/IMG_0492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Isn't it amazing?!&amp;nbsp; I love it!&amp;nbsp; I'd marry it, if I could.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I haven't yet painted it, but how close is THIS to the original picture?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(My pictures do not even do this fabulousness justice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/_HlGg7FlfPno/StSQdfISRSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/-blHFhExwLM/s1600-h/IMG_0487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/StSQdfISRSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/-blHFhExwLM/s320/IMG_0487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He even put glass in the upper hutch!&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/StSQr-En_JI/AAAAAAAAAlY/vA5TXccCcPs/s1600-h/IMG_0488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/StSQr-En_JI/AAAAAAAAAlY/vA5TXccCcPs/s320/IMG_0488.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;AND a light underneath!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Let me catch my breath....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I wish I'd taken an up close photo of the cute little tray he made, too.&amp;nbsp; I have the PERFECT spot for it...my coffee table.&amp;nbsp; And I needed something just like it to go there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'll come back to that with pictures later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jeff, you are a talented man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And a dear family friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thank you for your blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And thank you, Colleen, for loaning Jeff's man hours to work on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You're both so special!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/655596072637476557-6766634967016013261?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6766634967016013261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=6766634967016013261' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6766634967016013261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6766634967016013261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-still-my-heart.html' title='Be still my heart.....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/StCE_HwGzuI/AAAAAAAAAlA/343y3nbeSTc/s72-c/Barn-wood-kitchen-cabinet-HTOURS1005-de.want+this+cabinet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-449608370635959255</id><published>2009-10-07T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:32:25.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home projects'/><title type='text'>Ramblings....</title><content type='html'>&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This will probably be a longer post than anyone would possibly want to read today, but that’s okay. I’m overwhelmed by God’s presence in our family and in my life right now…I can’t even begin to express it. So, in this feeble attempt, I’ll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There is nothing like &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to draw you to the feet of Christ…which is so where we should be always, even, in our excess. But when we feel &lt;em&gt;NEED&lt;/em&gt;, and are at the end of ourselves, that is when God shows up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your fear of God is bigger than your fear of your circumstance, then God says, “WATCH THIS!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tony Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In this trial, we have not panicked. But before you pat me on the back, know this…it is God. It is GOD who has placed us in the family, in the church and in the community of friends he placed us in for such a time as this. It is GOD who has revealed His Truth to us in His Word. It is God who hears our prayers…and answers. It is GOD who draws us closer to Him so we feel His presence in our lives. It is GOD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So we have been faithful to take Him at His word. And He is showing up. He never ceases to amaze me. He delights in faithful kids, looking upward to the Hand of the Father. He is faithful. He said He would provide. He has. He said He would give us peace that passes all understanding. He has. He said He would guide our steps. He has. He said He will never leave us. He hasn’t. He is a God that doesn’t deceive and doesn’t lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;On a lighter, less “preachy” note…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;What have we been doing around here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, this is who joined me for breakfast this morning….&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszeAEhZeVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/26kBy0QZdR4/s1600-h/IMG_0472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszeAEhZeVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/26kBy0QZdR4/s320/IMG_0472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Meet Darth Vader and the Storm Trooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Then a few days ago as we were outside playing...and the mosquitos were just awful, this is what Braden did.&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszcPXR1FZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-ZfuofqVsRM/s1600-h/IMG_0447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszcPXR1FZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/-ZfuofqVsRM/s320/IMG_0447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sszcd5EZ4JI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7QTvrczo3Zc/s1600-h/IMG_0446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sszcd5EZ4JI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7QTvrczo3Zc/s320/IMG_0446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszcXuCbXjI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aHIrYmLbF3k/s1600-h/IMG_0448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszcXuCbXjI/AAAAAAAAAjI/aHIrYmLbF3k/s320/IMG_0448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I wish I had gotten a "final"picture...he was coated in mud!!&amp;nbsp; I found out later that he was protecting his skin from mosquitos, like Bear Grylls, on &lt;em&gt;Man Vs. Wild&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Makes sense, right?&lt;/span&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And truth be told, he's the only one that didn't get bites that night....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;In my quest to simplify life right now, I've been trying to FINISH some old projects that have been hanging over me, before I start any new ones.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Last weekend, my strong man started on my (almost completely cost free!) compost bin I've been wanting him to build.&amp;nbsp; We planned this building adventure weeks ago and then Bill broke his knee cap and has been out of commission.&amp;nbsp; As you can&amp;nbsp;see, he is back in "Honey Do" mode!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Can I hear an Amen?!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszcvsK-ZBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5VgEUbT2C9U/s1600-h/IMG_0459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszcvsK-ZBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5VgEUbT2C9U/s320/IMG_0459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sszc7NR5FVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/MBsB37_zq8I/s1600-h/IMG_0460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sszc7NR5FVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/MBsB37_zq8I/s320/IMG_0460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He even had a little bit of help...&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszdH_7TMTI/AAAAAAAAAjo/u9D8hdKkSv4/s1600-h/IMG_0461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszdH_7TMTI/AAAAAAAAAjo/u9D8hdKkSv4/s320/IMG_0461.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszdUbCra-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/uu7EWRlNeIw/s1600-h/IMG_0465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszdUbCra-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/uu7EWRlNeIw/s320/IMG_0465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszdenWXXvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1Sfy_9ZTu40/s1600-h/IMG_0468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszdenWXXvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1Sfy_9ZTu40/s320/IMG_0468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;...until it was time to rest and dream about being a villian in outer space....&lt;/span&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszdoOOOzAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/hJdKB2CLa5k/s1600-h/IMG_0466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszdoOOOzAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/hJdKB2CLa5k/s320/IMG_0466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebody-pinch-me.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;this project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I finished.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I think&amp;nbsp;I hear the Hallelujah chorus playing in the background...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sszevn_O5II/AAAAAAAAAkg/8CoIBK-YjHM/s1600-h/IMG_0367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sszevn_O5II/AAAAAAAAAkg/8CoIBK-YjHM/s320/IMG_0367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Ssze-L-UfYI/AAAAAAAAAko/zBDlzRMy6Ug/s1600-h/IMG_0368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Ssze-L-UfYI/AAAAAAAAAko/zBDlzRMy6Ug/s320/IMG_0368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/vodka.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;?&lt;/span&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It turns out beautifully.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I wouldn't recommend spending a whole lot of time taste testing....&lt;/span&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not that I speak from experience....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszfTuaNA5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/nKf6mcGFxmc/s1600-h/IMG_0411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszfTuaNA5I/AAAAAAAAAkw/nKf6mcGFxmc/s320/IMG_0411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And now, I've finally started on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/table-in-need-of-love.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Stay tuned....&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszePs4KadI/AAAAAAAAAkY/s74w-vhlYX4/s1600-h/IMG_0464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszePs4KadI/AAAAAAAAAkY/s74w-vhlYX4/s320/IMG_0464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Friends...&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;They are powerful in my life.&amp;nbsp; I am truly blessed.&lt;/span&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: Georgia;"&gt;I was able to spend many luxurious hours with my sweet girlfriends, Connie and Meleah, on Sunday, perusing the Canton flea market.&amp;nbsp; Under the circumstances, I didn't really have any money to spend, but enjoyed many rain-soaked hours, walking around (ankle-deep in water) with these amazing women.&amp;nbsp; They, along with so many other women friends, are treasures in my life.&amp;nbsp; But Sunday with these ladies was filled with encouraging words, sweet moments and precious conversation.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And my sweet friend Connie blessed me with this t-shirt, that is so fitting right now...&lt;/span&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszqtU7iZDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/caCI95EC19Q/s1600-h/IMG_0470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszqtU7iZDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/caCI95EC19Q/s320/IMG_0470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Thank you, friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-449608370635959255?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/449608370635959255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=449608370635959255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/449608370635959255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/449608370635959255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SszeAEhZeVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/26kBy0QZdR4/s72-c/IMG_0472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-3525401525806706667</id><published>2009-09-29T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:04:37.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><title type='text'>He Giveth...and He Giveth me him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This ministered to my heart today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,  &lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;  &lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To added affliction He addeth His mercies, &lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To multiplied trials His multiplied peace...&lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When we have exhausted our store of endurance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When our strength has failed ere the day is half done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;When we reach the end of our hoarded resources &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Our Father's full giving is only begun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;His love has no limit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;His grace has no measure, &lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;His power no boundary known unto men;  &lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;For out of His infinite riches in Jesus  &lt;/span&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;He giveth and giveth and giveth again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&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: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Annie Johnson Flint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsLH1TMinhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/72ELLyBs12U/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsLH1TMinhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/72ELLyBs12U/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;And since I was absent from blogging on September 21st, &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-size: large;"&gt;Happy 7th Anniversary, Bill&lt;/span&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;Thank you for choosing me.&amp;nbsp; &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;Thank you for asking me to marry you.&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;Thank you for always growing, deeply loving, and seeking Him daily.&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;You're an extraordinary man.&amp;nbsp; &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;You're a beautiful father.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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;It's a privilege to be your wife.&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;I will forever be in with love you.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-3525401525806706667?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3525401525806706667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=3525401525806706667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/3525401525806706667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/3525401525806706667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-ministered-to-my-heart-today-he.html' title='He Giveth...and He Giveth me him.'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsLH1TMinhI/AAAAAAAAAi4/72ELLyBs12U/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7551363298556579521</id><published>2009-09-28T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:11:19.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><title type='text'>Contentment in spite of circumstances</title><content type='html'>&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;I've needed some time to be away from the computer.&amp;nbsp; In fact, during the time away, we have also sold a television.&amp;nbsp; I have literally watched about 2 hours of t.v. in the past two weeks.&amp;nbsp; And I've been on the computer about 1 1/2 hours, at the most.&amp;nbsp; I must tell you....I needed it.&amp;nbsp; I needed to be away.&amp;nbsp; To be focused on hearing God right now.&amp;nbsp; &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;He has been so good.&amp;nbsp; So sweet.&amp;nbsp; I have &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-rubber-meets-road.html"&gt;no idea what is to come&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And I'm okay.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I have moments.&amp;nbsp; I wonder, "HOW is God going to show up for our family?"&amp;nbsp; And then I &lt;strike&gt;remember&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt; CLAIM&amp;nbsp;Matthew 6:32-34 as my own, which assures me that God knows exactly what I need.&amp;nbsp; He has never abandoned me or left me high and dry.&amp;nbsp; Ever.&amp;nbsp; All I have to do is put Him first.&amp;nbsp; And not worry.&amp;nbsp; No worrying allowed!&amp;nbsp; &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;So I've spent time with these guys.&amp;nbsp; And loved on them.&amp;nbsp; And let them&amp;nbsp;love on&amp;nbsp;me.&amp;nbsp; Here they were having some water time outside with Daddy.&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFGftG-flI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Ts02MYpk3UQ/s1600-h/IMG_0376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFGftG-flI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Ts02MYpk3UQ/s320/IMG_0376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Look at Braden' eyes.&amp;nbsp; Can you hardly stand it?&amp;nbsp; I look at him and melt.&amp;nbsp; And then I tear up thinking how much Jesus does that when He looks at me.&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; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFHRpphTmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zO5iKF-fMjo/s1600-h/IMG_0383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFHRpphTmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/zO5iKF-fMjo/s320/IMG_0383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFIbWecwuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/uLGN_-XnudE/s1600-h/IMG_0374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFIbWecwuI/AAAAAAAAAiA/uLGN_-XnudE/s320/IMG_0374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;I wish I could explain the depths of all God is doing in our family right now.&amp;nbsp; If ever we've truly desired simplicity, it is now.&amp;nbsp; And we are doing our best to make it happen.&amp;nbsp; &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;We don't need distractions that don't matter.&amp;nbsp; We need to be focused on all that God is growing us in.&amp;nbsp; &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;Hopefully down the line I can share some of &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-im-learning-wednesday.html"&gt;What I'm Learning&lt;/a&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;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;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;These guys were intently working on a project together.&amp;nbsp; I thought they were adorable.&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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFHsJ3GCAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Wlt2j2RfwZs/s1600-h/IMG_0393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFHsJ3GCAI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Wlt2j2RfwZs/s320/IMG_0393.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;As the day winds down and they are resting on the couch, my heart is overwhelmed.&amp;nbsp; And grateful.&amp;nbsp; And blessed.&amp;nbsp; &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/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFH6lEeOcI/AAAAAAAAAho/vJd7ILQpRAw/s1600-h/IMG_0359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFH6lEeOcI/AAAAAAAAAho/vJd7ILQpRAw/s320/IMG_0359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFID28D7NI/AAAAAAAAAhw/J-BToJiASyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFID28D7NI/AAAAAAAAAhw/J-BToJiASyQ/s320/IMG_0358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFINK7hWCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/tf3kknPEXdo/s1600-h/IMG_0360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFINK7hWCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/tf3kknPEXdo/s320/IMG_0360.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-7551363298556579521?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7551363298556579521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7551363298556579521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7551363298556579521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7551363298556579521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/contentment-in-spite-of-circumstances.html' title='Contentment in spite of circumstances'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SsFGftG-flI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Ts02MYpk3UQ/s72-c/IMG_0376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-8480099403147338212</id><published>2009-09-19T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:11:57.693-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Out for awhile...</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what has happened to my blog!  Since last Thursday, I can't add pictures OR videos, which is difficult for blog stories, as we know. I guess that just makes my other decision that much easier....because for right now...I really don't have the &lt;b&gt;time&lt;/b&gt; to sit and figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to do this, but for now, I need to be focused on some other things around here. I won't be blogging very much...if at all...and hope this is a temporary thing.  We have some big "life things" going on.  And I really need to FOCUS on making life SIMPLE.  I have no idea when I will be &lt;b&gt;fully&lt;/b&gt; back...but hopefully soon. So, for now, I may just post once a week, possibly on "What I'm Learning Wednesday".  I sure hope I can figure out this picture thing by the next time I post!  (Is anyone else using Blogger having this problem??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still enjoy reading your blogs when I can.  I love the blogosphere!  Too much, I'm afraid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Which is why I need to focus on other things for a change. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-8480099403147338212?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8480099403147338212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=8480099403147338212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8480099403147338212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8480099403147338212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-for-awhile.html' title='Out for awhile...'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5258370483969498040</id><published>2009-09-16T08:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:27:02.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I&apos;m Learning Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><title type='text'>What I'm Learning Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that sometimes when God is trying to teach you something, he will often &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bombard&lt;/span&gt; you with the message?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my message of bombardment…I am so guilty of worrying about what others might think. Honestly, I’m pretty confident about myself…and quite frankly don’t care too much if you’re impressed with ME. But when it comes to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;…"Katy, bar the door".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so bizarre. For some reason, I struggle with making sure that when you visit me, you KNOW that I have it all together. I may have two toddlers running around, but my house must be neat, tidy and organized when you come to visit. &lt;em&gt;If you happen to stop by unannounced, panic &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;strike. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a house that is in desperate need of updating and repairs, and you’d better believe that I’m always on it. I never stop. Never. My mind is in constant motion about why something isn’t good enough, what I can change, update or paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s painful for me to admit, but I have truly been discontented. And even embarrassed at times when others have been to visit. And honestly, I have a sweet house. It's crazy thinking. But I get wrapped up in the "comparison game" with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my grandmother passed away recently, I had the sweet blessing of friends come to our home while the funeral was going on and fill it with food for my family to enjoy afterwards. For two days, I knew this was their plan. Blessed as I felt by their generosity, I am ashamed to admit it now, but I struggled for two days with anxiety over the fact that my sweet friends and extended family would be in my less-than-perfect-in-need-of-updating-house. What in the world would they think?! &lt;em&gt;For it truly was a day all about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day came and went. And guess what? It was a sweet day. And not one person mentioned that I have no landscaping or my carpet is stained. &lt;em&gt;I shudder now at the thought of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;my concerns on that day!&lt;/em&gt; In all actuality, we hugged, ate food together, laughed, told stories, let 20 kids run crazy and enjoyed our time together. I survived it, I’m happy to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I thought about how I could thank these precious friends for all their thoughtfulness and hard work for our family on this special day, I asked my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;How about if you fix them a meal at your house. Maybe a brunch&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great. Anxiety setting in again. This means they have to come &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; to my house. They will now &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; see the chipped paint, the scuffed floors, and the old cabinetry. &lt;em&gt;This is more anxiety than one should have to handle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why am I telling you all this? Because God has BOMBARDED me about my sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through various blogs, conversations with friends and even the sermon at church on Sunday, this message is in my face…&lt;em&gt;and hair…and ears…and eyes&lt;/em&gt; (you get the picture). I am mortified at my heart attitude, my unconscious ingratitude, and my arrogance/pride at thinking people come to my house to critique it. Maybe, perhaps, they are here because they love me and my family. Maybe they truly don’t notice the lack of landscaping or the stains on the carpet until I point it out to them for the 100th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to ask myself….do people feel loved and attended to by me while in my home? Or do I make them uncomfortable by apologizing the entire time for the state of my home? Do I love people enough to concentrate on THEM and make them feel special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad for me to admit that NO is how I’d have to answer the above questions a lot of the time. But I think I’m beginning to understand now…&lt;em&gt;God, do you hear that? You can now stop with the messages from heaven on this topic! Please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; I learning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s not all about me….or my house…it’s about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;. It’s about relating. It’s about welcoming people in and loving them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My attitude should be that of thanking God daily for what he has given me and my family. He has given us a place to call home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must stop comparing what God has given &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to what God has given &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. God has been more than generous with his blessings for our family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daily I need to thank my husband that he is a great provider and make sure he knows that I appreciate his desire to get our family out of debt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be content. And if I can’t muster it naturally, pray for strength.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know that God’s mercies are new every morning and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;today is a new day&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that I've confessed, you can hold me to it when you come visit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your big “God” lesson for the week? Do you have an area that he bombarding you with his Truth and his grace? You may want to listen.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5258370483969498040?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5258370483969498040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5258370483969498040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5258370483969498040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5258370483969498040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-im-learning-wednesday.html' title='What I&apos;m Learning Wednesday'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-8777651367026498517</id><published>2009-09-15T11:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:14:13.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow....</title><content type='html'>I am starting a Wednesday post called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;What I’m Learning Wednesday”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Sometimes I am learning big life lessons (I’ll be posting about one tomorrow).  And sometimes I’m just learning some new recipe, or homemaking skill, or junk repurposing skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a firm believer that &lt;strong&gt;Iron Sharpens Iron&lt;/strong&gt;…and whatever you seem to be walking through and hearing from God can possibly help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also a firm believer that I can learn to distress and paint old furniture from someone else who already knows how to do it…or is learning to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, what you are currently learning can have to do with anything….or many things….or some of you may be currently learning nothing.  &lt;em&gt;I sure hope not&lt;/em&gt;.  But whatever it is that you are in fact learning &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, obviously with only 8 official followers of this blog…&lt;em&gt;which I know, by the way, that more&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;people do actually read it, as I get your sweet comments&lt;/em&gt; (which reminds me….Mom...please sign on as a follower.  &lt;em&gt;Ahem&lt;/em&gt;.)….I am not a big enough blog to do a link party.  BUT, I hope to have guests share their heart.   Maybe a particular topic will be an encouragement to you….or maybe just some practical help of some sort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be fun.  I hope to get a button made.  We’ll see if I can get that done in between serving snacks to toddlers and playing Candyland sometime before next week.  Hope to see you here tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-8777651367026498517?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8777651367026498517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=8777651367026498517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8777651367026498517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8777651367026498517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-1286250675149285142</id><published>2009-09-14T11:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T12:31:40.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemaking'/><title type='text'>Mini Chocolate Chip Pancake Muffins</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm so NOT a cooking blog...but that seems to be what I have to share these days, so please bear with me. I'm always on the look-out for healthier, easy, kid-friendly recipes to try out on the family (poor guys). I love to share what we try and like. &lt;em&gt;If you don't cook or don't care, tune out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one this morning was easy, yummy and fun! It was great for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sq5zcITxsQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cQPNcFUY0EI/s1600-h/bathtime.muffins+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381365531858284802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sq5zcITxsQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cQPNcFUY0EI/s320/bathtime.muffins+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't seem to make this Blogger thing behave, so please excuse all the unnecessary spaces below!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mini Chocolate Chip Pancake Muffins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1 cup flour (I used 3/4 cup whole wheat and 1/4 cup all purpose)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1 tsp. baking powder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1/2 tsp. baking soda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2 T sugar (I used &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wholesome-Sweeteners-Organic-Sucanat-16-Ounce/dp/B000EA3M92/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=grocery&amp;amp;qid=1252949358&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Sucanat&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2/3 cup &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/homemade-buttermilk.html"&gt;buttermilk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1 egg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2 T pure maple syrup (I used honey)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2 T melted butter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1/2 cup chocolate chips (optional)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preheat oven to 350&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Combine flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt and sugar in a medium bowl. Stir with a wire wisk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a separate bowl, stir buttermilk, egg, maple syrup and melted butter until just combined.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add wet ingredients to dry ingredients and stir until combined.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stir in chocolate chips, if using. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bake 8-9 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makes 24 mini pancake muffins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let cool slightly and remove from pan. Serve immediately. Can dip in maple syrup. Smile and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sq5z6slcmHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_7a-0TaERpM/s1600-h/bathtime.muffins+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381366056992151666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sq5z6slcmHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_7a-0TaERpM/s320/bathtime.muffins+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3-year old sure did. Notice the melted chocolate all over his fingers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sq51rMRUm9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/MB0kBVRV0pM/s1600-h/bathtime.muffins+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381367989643025362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sq51rMRUm9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/MB0kBVRV0pM/s320/bathtime.muffins+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave this recipe an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-1286250675149285142?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1286250675149285142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=1286250675149285142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1286250675149285142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1286250675149285142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/mini-chocolate-chip-pancake-muffins.html' title='Mini Chocolate Chip Pancake Muffins'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sq5zcITxsQI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cQPNcFUY0EI/s72-c/bathtime.muffins+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-4074115845535873243</id><published>2009-09-10T19:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:11:43.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemaking'/><title type='text'>Quick-grab burritos</title><content type='html'>From time to time, I like to re-stock the freezer. This allows us to have &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-update.html"&gt;these kinds of weeks&lt;/a&gt;, if we need to…and for now, &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-rubber-meets-road.html"&gt;things are a little uncertain&lt;/a&gt;. I just like to be prepared. And honestly, I feel more comfortable when I know there is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the freezer to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don’t really want to cook &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;day, so this allows me, from time to time, to shop the freezer for a quick lunch or dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite freezer foods are Beef and Bean Burritos (recipe originally taken from &lt;a href="http://www.tammysrecipes.com/"&gt;Tammy&lt;/a&gt;). These are quick-grab lunches for my husband on his way to work. When these are in the freezer, we don’t have to scramble to prepare a lunch for him as he leaves for work that day. He grabs a couple of burritos and by lunchtime, they are ready for a quick heat and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s how to make them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quick Beef and Bean Burritos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 lb. ground beef&lt;br /&gt;2 cans refried beans (I use non-fat, or sometimes make my own)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/3 cup enchilada sauce&lt;br /&gt;½ cup water&lt;br /&gt;¼ cup minced onion&lt;br /&gt;1 T. chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1 T. garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;3 cups shredded cheese (any kind is fine)&lt;br /&gt;~20-25 flour tortillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown ground beef and drain. Add all remaining ingredients, except tortillas. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat, cover and simmer for 15-20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat a few tortillas at a time. Spoon ¼ cup beef mixture and put down the middle of each tortilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sqm--JDHVPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FCpoNIoPMWY/s1600-h/IMG_0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380041204660917490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sqm--JDHVPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FCpoNIoPMWY/s320/IMG_0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sqm-pt7aPUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YZlPYScp8fY/s1600-h/IMG_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380040853783461186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sqm-pt7aPUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/YZlPYScp8fY/s320/IMG_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll each tortilla and wrap in a paper towel and then wrap in foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sqm-VeI24bI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Fy624EpCdlk/s1600-h/IMG_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380040505947513266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sqm-VeI24bI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Fy624EpCdlk/s320/IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerate or freeze.&lt;br /&gt;If freezing, package wrapped tortillas into a freezer bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sqm99w5WR1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/_IKkmRFr64E/s1600-h/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380040098665875282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sqm99w5WR1I/AAAAAAAAAgA/_IKkmRFr64E/s320/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ready to eat, remove the foil and microwave for 45 -60 seconds. The paper towels keep the burritos moist. If you don’t use a microwave, simply wrap in foil and then heat the burritos in the oven with foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sitting down to eat, top with lettuce, cheese, salsa and sour cream. But they are good as is for grab and go as well!&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/655596072637476557-4074115845535873243?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4074115845535873243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=4074115845535873243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/4074115845535873243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/4074115845535873243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/quick-grab-burritos.html' title='Quick-grab burritos'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sqm--JDHVPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FCpoNIoPMWY/s72-c/IMG_0266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-1740192171637774174</id><published>2009-09-10T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:01:43.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><title type='text'>Pillow talk with a 4-year-old</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, this is one of my favorite times of the day to talk with my kids.  They're so snuggly and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a recent conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Did you know that God made you special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  The Bible says you are fearfully and wonderfully made.  That means there is no other person like you in the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Yep.  (thinking deeply) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Him:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  (After a long pause)  I’m the coolest kid ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You sure rank up there with me, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-1740192171637774174?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1740192171637774174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=1740192171637774174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1740192171637774174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1740192171637774174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/pillow-talk-with-4-year-old.html' title='Pillow talk with a 4-year-old'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-1967858141419501289</id><published>2009-09-08T21:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:48:10.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>You can find me somewhere else tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>I will be guest posting tomorrow morning at &lt;a href="http://accomplishedwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Accomplished Woman&lt;/a&gt;. I'm so excited! If you've never had the privilege of reading this fun blog, then grab a cup of coffee, have a seat and enjoy your time there. Cynthia is such a sweet lady. I enjoy my daily time with her getting inspired and motivated. She is full of great ideas! So head on over &lt;a href="http://accomplishedwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;...and I'll see you back here on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-1967858141419501289?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1967858141419501289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=1967858141419501289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1967858141419501289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1967858141419501289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-find-me-somewhere-else-today.html' title='You can find me somewhere else tomorrow...'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5422508910702866325</id><published>2009-09-08T12:17:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:00:09.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home projects'/><title type='text'>A blessing....a challenge....and the blessing of a challenge</title><content type='html'>Remember &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/table-in-need-of-love.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaUPRLs9LI/AAAAAAAAAf4/KxvFGWb-Mf0/s1600-h/free+table+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379149794972071090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaUPRLs9LI/AAAAAAAAAf4/KxvFGWb-Mf0/s320/free+table+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll have to wait for now. I have much bigger fish to fry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I posted &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/mummy-k.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, my sweet grandmother went to be with the Lord on Thursday, September 3rd. We are still sad at our loss, but so excited for her. She is no longer in pain...and is with my "Daddy K", for the first time in 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here is where I get my title for this post:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A blessing:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother was kind enough to leave some furniture for us grandchildren. I received a dresser, with mirror....2 nightstands...and a queen sized bed, with head and footboards. This is heavy, hard wood furniture, built solid....&lt;em&gt;you know, the way they used to make furniture&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A challenge:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; not our personal style. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But never fear....sandpaper and a paint brush are near!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The blessing of a challenge:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think it's so &lt;strong&gt;like God&lt;/strong&gt; to not only bless our family with new (to us) good quality furniture...that's FREE to us...and has sentimental value. The same God who gave me this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; desire to create, repurpose and make old things new again, gave me a new project (a big one!) to sustain my creative urges in &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-rubber-meets-road.html"&gt;this difficult time&lt;/a&gt; for our family. I think that's sweet! And I'm excited. I look forward to sharing the end result with you...hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of what I'm up against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the nightstands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaSCIGga6I/AAAAAAAAAe4/tg0uvOrYj14/s1600-h/IMG_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147370172804002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaSCIGga6I/AAAAAAAAAe4/tg0uvOrYj14/s320/IMG_0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little banged up. But hey, that's okay...we like distressed furniture around here. Most likely I'll beat it up some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaSZngrBnI/AAAAAAAAAfI/81c00VFleQU/s1600-h/IMG_0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147773741041266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaSZngrBnI/AAAAAAAAAfI/81c00VFleQU/s320/IMG_0256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has some cool detailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaSO0qPGmI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PY-eV_pBxFw/s1600-h/IMG_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147588292254306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaSO0qPGmI/AAAAAAAAAfA/PY-eV_pBxFw/s320/IMG_0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardware isn't bad....kinda cool actually. But I may change it, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaSii8Oi0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0qS4PE-grHE/s1600-h/IMG_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379147927133260610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaSii8Oi0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/0qS4PE-grHE/s320/IMG_0259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaS7r1gzaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TUwr8CNx3Fs/s1600-h/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379148359017745826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaS7r1gzaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TUwr8CNx3Fs/s320/IMG_0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mirror. &lt;em&gt;I'm trying not to show the mess on my bed in the mirror. The mess is everything I pulled out of the old dresser and nightstands and threw onto the bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaTPOdeWdI/AAAAAAAAAfw/baqbqXqdfjY/s1600-h/IMG_0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379148694729677266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaTPOdeWdI/AAAAAAAAAfw/baqbqXqdfjY/s320/IMG_0261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably remove the detailing on the mirror...but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaTF0sTMbI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YY1HVr300hs/s1600-h/IMG_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379148533193716146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaTF0sTMbI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YY1HVr300hs/s320/IMG_0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What suggestions do you have as far as color? My head is just a spinnin' with ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5422508910702866325?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5422508910702866325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5422508910702866325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5422508910702866325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5422508910702866325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/blessinga-challengeand-blessing-of.html' title='A blessing....a challenge....and the blessing of a challenge'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqaUPRLs9LI/AAAAAAAAAf4/KxvFGWb-Mf0/s72-c/free+table+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-58737341552461100</id><published>2009-09-06T19:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T19:52:34.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Mummy K</title><content type='html'>Immediately after finishing &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-day-in-life-of-boys.html"&gt;my last post &lt;/a&gt;last Thursday, I received word that my precious grandmother, Cathryn Louise Keller, left this earth to be with the Lord at age 92.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqRWpJFqHeI/AAAAAAAAAew/gI3kodZb7Wc/s1600-h/Mummy+K+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378519119801490914" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqRWpJFqHeI/AAAAAAAAAew/gI3kodZb7Wc/s320/Mummy+K+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a full weekend of tears over our loss, laughter over wonderful memories, time with precious family members, gratefulness of knowing that she rests in the arms of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqRV5qXn2SI/AAAAAAAAAeo/NbTeYeIpCqc/s1600-h/funeral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378518304101488930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqRV5qXn2SI/AAAAAAAAAeo/NbTeYeIpCqc/s320/funeral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blessing to have been her namesake. She was a remarkable woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will miss you dearly, Mummy K.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-58737341552461100?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/58737341552461100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=58737341552461100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/58737341552461100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/58737341552461100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/mummy-k.html' title='Mummy K'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SqRWpJFqHeI/AAAAAAAAAew/gI3kodZb7Wc/s72-c/Mummy+K+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2139782921591625516</id><published>2009-09-03T09:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:14:20.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><title type='text'>Another day in the life of BOYS!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, one of the boy's friends came over to play for an hour or so. Within 5 minutes (no exaggeration!) a lamp in my dining room had been crashed to the floor and a beautiful candle holder cracked. I DO, however, understand the importance of light saber fighting, so I asked them to please continue their "good vs. evil battle" outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile they came inside and wanted to play in my 4-year-old's room. I could hear them giggling. Soon the giggling became hilarity and sounded "mischievious" (those of you that have kids know EXACTLY what I'm speaking of!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sp_Ng2cjGHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JJZsuyzMc8w/s1600-h/Marker+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377242444358424690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sp_Ng2cjGHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JJZsuyzMc8w/s320/Marker+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they were preparing to do a "show". And my son was to be a dinosaur. OK, how can you get mad at that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said before, life with boys is NEVER dull. Not one minute. &lt;em&gt;And I love it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-2139782921591625516?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2139782921591625516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2139782921591625516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2139782921591625516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2139782921591625516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-day-in-life-of-boys.html' title='Another day in the life of BOYS!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sp_Ng2cjGHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JJZsuyzMc8w/s72-c/Marker+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5507981033651303109</id><published>2009-09-02T22:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:48:00.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><title type='text'>This is what it is all about.</title><content type='html'>I promise that soon I'll get back to my "DIY project" posts, or "homemade kitchen goody" posts or "Mom of two funny toddler" posts or whatever posts you like that, for reasons unknown to me (and for which I am ever grateful!), you like to come visit from time to time. But for now, &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-rubber-meets-road.html"&gt;I am where I am&lt;/a&gt;. And I just have to work through it. And sometimes that looks like blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to share with you this sweet experience from today. I was cruising some of my favorite blogs and I came across &lt;a href="http://seasonsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-has-made-me-glad.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; today from one of my new blog friends, Kim. As I started to read, I started to cry. What she was saying spoke to me. I actually thought to myself, "she could be talking directly to me", since it was ministering so much to my heart. Well, guess what? She was. As I continued to read, I saw my name. Kathryn. She was addressing the hurt in my life. She was talking to me and several other sweet ladies going through their own difficult situations...and was encouraging us and praying over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but WOW. This blew me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the body of Christ at work. Women, whom I don't know personally...and who don't know me...are lifting me and my family up to the Lord. There is such power in community. I stand in awe that God is using women I meet through blogging to soothe my heart and keep me focused on Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you, God. &lt;/em&gt;And thank you, Kim, for your sweet post. If you haven't already, head over there and read &lt;a href="http://seasonsofmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-has-made-me-glad.html"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt;. She has an amazing heart for others. And her post will lead you to the stories of a few other women who really could use your prayers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you, new blog friends (there are others besides Kim) as well as my sweet personal good as gold friends (notice I didn't say "old" friends)...for listening. For praying. For reading. For commenting. For encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I promise I'll lighten up a bit in the days to come. I've got some new projects I'm working on around here. I'm excited to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5507981033651303109?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5507981033651303109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5507981033651303109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5507981033651303109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5507981033651303109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-what-it-is-all-about.html' title='This is what it is all about.'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-4971241631777362669</id><published>2009-09-01T20:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:48:20.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><title type='text'>All things beautiful</title><content type='html'>In all honesty, I am struggling a little bit with what to blog about, due to &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-rubber-meets-road.html"&gt;what is going on in our lives right now. &lt;/a&gt;  It's occupying my brain space and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just want to share this sweet gift of God that landed on my patio today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sp3NUrYNrJI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3FJCaBFWfBs/s1600-h/IMG_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376679285275602066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sp3NUrYNrJI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3FJCaBFWfBs/s320/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was beautiful...and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;e-n-o-r-m-o-u-s&lt;/span&gt;. I've never seen one of these at our house before. It was a sweet gift to me this morning as I fought off feelings of fear for our future.  It just reminded me that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God makes &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; things beautiful in its time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Eccles. 3:11).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-4971241631777362669?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4971241631777362669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=4971241631777362669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/4971241631777362669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/4971241631777362669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-things-beautiful.html' title='All things beautiful'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sp3NUrYNrJI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/3FJCaBFWfBs/s72-c/IMG_0181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7513862053836404520</id><published>2009-08-30T17:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:28:13.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home decor'/><title type='text'>A little table in need of love</title><content type='html'>I was driving with my husband yesterday...and suddenly saw this in front of someone's house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Spr_opAmJtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6pKVPaQaSBM/s1600-h/free+table+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890178888312530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Spr_opAmJtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6pKVPaQaSBM/s320/free+table+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, who had already started turning the car around, looked at me and said, "We're going back to look at that, aren't we?" &lt;em&gt;He knows me so well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the swan in this ragged little ugly duckling, which by the way has about 82 layers of previous paint on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpsAbLSQJwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/rOLsTOXLzS0/s1600-h/free+table+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375891047082632962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpsAbLSQJwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/rOLsTOXLzS0/s320/free+table+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cob webs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody has been hiding this little gem away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpsACuXm3XI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PVcNdYTQe-o/s1600-h/free+table+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890627003604338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpsACuXm3XI/AAAAAAAAAd4/PVcNdYTQe-o/s320/free+table+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It EVEN previously had some sort of cow on it, right smack in the middle of the front panel. I can't imagine why they took the cow off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Spr_06zix6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/4tSd324CvJY/s1600-h/free+table+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890389823834018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Spr_06zix6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/4tSd324CvJY/s320/free+table+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the top of it has a really cool pattern in the wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpsAM25DgCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/E0K0DLTq9ok/s1600-h/free+table+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375890801090068514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpsAM25DgCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/E0K0DLTq9ok/s320/free+table+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for the big reveal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-7513862053836404520?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7513862053836404520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7513862053836404520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7513862053836404520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7513862053836404520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/table-in-need-of-love.html' title='A little table in need of love'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Spr_opAmJtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6pKVPaQaSBM/s72-c/free+table+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-6512992719698268991</id><published>2009-08-29T08:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T08:47:08.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><title type='text'>Where the rubber meets the road.....</title><content type='html'>As I tried to "name this post", I wasn't sure it's best named what I named it...or if I should have named it "Stormy Peace". I don't know. I don't know a lot right now. I'm marinating in it all. And trying to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be Still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/choices.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, things with my husband's job were to change. They have. Without going into too much complicated detail, our last guaranteed pay check is September 1st. Then....it's all up to God's sovereignty. It really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a little stormy in our lives. But my sweet husband and I both feel abounding peace. Strange, huh? In a weird sort of way, I am almost excited to see what God does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the rubber meets the road. This is where this faith we have is tested. This is where our actions will determine whether we choose to live out that faith. As you know, we have been &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-months-financial-progress-report.html"&gt;paying off debt for some time&lt;/a&gt;. We will still move forward. But for the immediate, it's not so much about paying off debt as it is about being faithful and frugal and wise with where we are at that particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time in our lives is where our children will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;. And absorb. And copy. So we pray. And pray. And love each other. And pray some more. And listen carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is MY part in this for my family? I'm still obviously trying to figure it out. But this is what I've come up with so far. Besides the above-mentioned activities, I step up my frugality game. I get more creative. I get less-focused on fixing up my old house (for the time being) and get more focused on my family and what's before us. I get intentional about simplifying. And I pray that I do all of this in a gracious way that doesn't cause me to so "inward focus" that I miss opportunities to love others around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted, I'm sure. In the meantime, if you have any wise words for me or my family, I welcome them. Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-6512992719698268991?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6512992719698268991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=6512992719698268991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6512992719698268991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6512992719698268991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-rubber-meets-road.html' title='Where the rubber meets the road.....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5969059373006054336</id><published>2009-08-26T08:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:44:55.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home decor'/><title type='text'>More OPJ finds....</title><content type='html'>This was a fun find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVF52byOAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DYDn08eg4Jo/s1600-h/OPJ+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374278590503467010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVF52byOAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DYDn08eg4Jo/s320/OPJ+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked them up from a guy in our neighborhood for $20 (all 4 pieces). I'll show you where they end up finding a home in my house. It sure will be fun trying to figure it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVHW0HhlGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/j_h3LxXomYY/s1600-h/OPJ+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374280187609453666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVHW0HhlGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/j_h3LxXomYY/s320/OPJ+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVHEYmvjvI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6viapna6470/s1600-h/OPJ+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374279870986555122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVHEYmvjvI/AAAAAAAAAc4/6viapna6470/s320/OPJ+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVGNWvnCaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/hI7aSHbutD4/s1600-h/OPJ+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374278925594069410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVGNWvnCaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/hI7aSHbutD4/s320/OPJ+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely adore all things "chippy". &lt;em&gt;(Except toe nail polish, of course...which I frequently have)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVGwsXeChI/AAAAAAAAAcw/LMxSdPCN6yc/s1600-h/OPJ+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374279532693817874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVGwsXeChI/AAAAAAAAAcw/LMxSdPCN6yc/s320/OPJ+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this piece would look great on the wall next to the herb garden we're starting outside. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVGdXLiALI/AAAAAAAAAco/ae1uRaIJEGU/s1600-h/OPJ+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374279200589086898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVGdXLiALI/AAAAAAAAAco/ae1uRaIJEGU/s320/OPJ+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't take much to delight my heart. And OPJ ranks high on the list! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make it a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5969059373006054336?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5969059373006054336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5969059373006054336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5969059373006054336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5969059373006054336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-opj-finds.html' title='More OPJ finds....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpVF52byOAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DYDn08eg4Jo/s72-c/OPJ+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-6115873028073900395</id><published>2009-08-24T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:36:15.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemaking'/><title type='text'>OPJ (Other People's Junk)....ALERT!</title><content type='html'>We had a little “mishap” the other day, which included a ball, a ceiling fan and a lamp. I’ll bet you can figure it out from here. Needless to say, I no longer have a lamp on the table in the corner of my family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, that is…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpNN4tjzvLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VPKhblPXU0o/s1600-h/lamp2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373724417080933554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpNN4tjzvLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VPKhblPXU0o/s320/lamp2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found this little beauty (&lt;em&gt;ok, not a beauty, per se…but it works&lt;/em&gt;) by the side of the road, in someone’s bulk trash pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not too proud to trash dive….and look how cute! And it costed me &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;, except a little clean- up sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep alert…you never know what treasure you may find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-6115873028073900395?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6115873028073900395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=6115873028073900395' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6115873028073900395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6115873028073900395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/opj-other-peoples-junkalert.html' title='OPJ (Other People&apos;s Junk)....ALERT!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SpNN4tjzvLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VPKhblPXU0o/s72-c/lamp2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-4528369489704619062</id><published>2009-08-24T07:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:46:07.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>There are times and situations in life where we have one of two choices:  &lt;strong&gt;stress out about it&lt;/strong&gt; OR &lt;strong&gt;trust God&lt;/strong&gt;.  Not just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we trust God.  REALLY trust him.  Sometimes that is much tougher than it sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is in a situation right this minute that will either draw us closer to Christ and each other…or it won’t.  The choice is ours.  In one month, something will happen with my husband’s job.  We have no idea what it will look like.  It’s scary…and exciting, all rolled into one.  It’s scary because it’s unknown.  It’s exciting because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; knows.  And we trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So daily I cling to his words.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I cling.&lt;/span&gt;  That’s all I have.  That’s how our family will get through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so thankful to be in a place where I truly now realize that &lt;em&gt;knowing, trusting and believing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;God will show up and provide&lt;/em&gt; IS the way to get through it.  I’m thankful for the opportunity to be able to really put faith into practice.  But oh…how vulnerable it makes me feel.   I truly do understand that as difficult a place it might be...it’s a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where you are right now.  Are you in a place where you are having to trust God right now?  Or are you in one of those precious places where God allows you to enjoy the quiet of no turmoil at the moment?  If it’s the latter, thank Him.  If it’s the former, bite into his Word.  It’s meaty.  Digest it.  Enjoy it.   And thank Him for filling you up.  Then wait…and trust…and obey.  And watch the hand of God at work.   That’s where I am right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-4528369489704619062?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4528369489704619062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=4528369489704619062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/4528369489704619062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/4528369489704619062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5017205012094784432</id><published>2009-08-21T10:54:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:35:11.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About me'/><title type='text'>Little things I love...(Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7KyBT910I/AAAAAAAAAaw/pqAjzm8nywA/s1600-h/farmhouse+candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372454366194030402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7KyBT910I/AAAAAAAAAaw/pqAjzm8nywA/s320/farmhouse+candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Candles. But mainly my Farmstand Candle in &lt;em&gt;Fresh Picked Apple scent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7X1Pvw7eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QnZCsuHWXx8/s1600-h/Quilt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372468715259489762" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7X1Pvw7eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QnZCsuHWXx8/s320/Quilt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7XswSxdyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2yjTk5vkjt0/s1600-h/Quilt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372468569377437474" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7XswSxdyI/AAAAAAAAAbg/2yjTk5vkjt0/s320/Quilt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quilts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7WiUvY0zI/AAAAAAAAAbA/pOmGzcN4BuY/s1600-h/God%27s+Word.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372467290670945074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7WiUvY0zI/AAAAAAAAAbA/pOmGzcN4BuY/s320/God%27s+Word.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7Xieh_MhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fGJDv_4WW28/s1600-h/bounce+bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372468392810721810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7Xieh_MhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/fGJDv_4WW28/s320/bounce+bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounce dryer bars. &lt;em&gt;Love this!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Notice the ad above...."so easy a man could do it". Ouch. But funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7YIsRZ1nI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7M_f85UwnpA/s1600-h/floursack-towels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372469049334290034" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7YIsRZ1nI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7M_f85UwnpA/s320/floursack-towels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best dish cloths ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7XS9wmf8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8tNZzC9QRqI/s1600-h/scare-crow-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372468126315610050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7XS9wmf8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/8tNZzC9QRqI/s320/scare-crow-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being creative from "junk". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, not my picture...but wish that scarecrow were in my backyard....so cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7OQatm9pI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rlpUMayh7H0/s1600-h/cookbooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372458186943428242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7OQatm9pI/AAAAAAAAAa4/rlpUMayh7H0/s320/cookbooks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5017205012094784432?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5017205012094784432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5017205012094784432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5017205012094784432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5017205012094784432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-things-i-lovepart-1.html' title='Little things I love...(Part 1)'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So7KyBT910I/AAAAAAAAAaw/pqAjzm8nywA/s72-c/farmhouse+candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-716015832890151095</id><published>2009-08-20T08:54:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:19:25.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So1Xbfp3DrI/AAAAAAAAAao/0CE47wq4Hac/s1600-h/first+day+of+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372046060388028082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So1Xbfp3DrI/AAAAAAAAAao/0CE47wq4Hac/s320/first+day+of+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These boys woke up FIRED UP for the first day of school! &lt;em&gt;They're still too young to realize that some kids don't actually &lt;strong&gt;want &lt;/strong&gt;to go to school. &lt;/em&gt;They giggled all the way through breakfast and I could barely get any eggs or toast into their little bodies. Then off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered into the cafeteria, which is where all the kids gather before their teacher comes to get them. It was so sweet. My 4-year-old's teacher came in...and he ran up to her and gave her a great big hug. &lt;em&gt;Score...starting off right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then......"IT" happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to tell him good-bye, hugged him and asked him for a kiss as I always do. He shyly turned his head away from me and mouthed the words (as if in slow motion), "no, Mom", in a sweet little "I'm-too-cool-don't-embarrass-me-kind-of-way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? SERIOUSLY? He's 4!!!!!!! 4!!!!!!!! &lt;em&gt;Small dagger. &lt;/em&gt;I knew this day would come. But &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ouch&lt;/span&gt;.....so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We might as well go get his driver's license tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;I need to go cry now.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-716015832890151095?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/716015832890151095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=716015832890151095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/716015832890151095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/716015832890151095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/So1Xbfp3DrI/AAAAAAAAAao/0CE47wq4Hac/s72-c/first+day+of+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7471031344245434610</id><published>2009-08-19T17:50:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:16:49.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><title type='text'>Snakes and snails and puppy-dog tails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoyGqmZE1QI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cLeDIu9MdMM/s1600-h/IMG_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371816521964508418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoyGqmZE1QI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cLeDIu9MdMM/s320/IMG_0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, the boys and I went to Wal-Mart to pick up last minute items for school tomorrow. They were running loose and we were all laughing. Some people thought we were cute, having fun. &lt;em&gt;Others…not so much&lt;/em&gt;. All I know is that my boys and I were laughing and they were happy to be with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to the check-out line and this wonderful lady asked me about my boys. "How old are they?" And then noted that they were behaving so well. She had seen us come into the store and thought, “how wonderful that they are all having such a great time together.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to come clean. And I must now, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were indeed having a good time, but this was no more than 45 minutes after I had gotten down on the floor at home, eye level with a 3 and 4-year-old and asked their forgiveness. I said, “Mommy loves you so much. I’m sorry I’ve gotten loud with you so many times today. Mommy has allowed myself to get mad, really mad…and I shouldn’t have. I will not be yelling at you again today. Will you forgive me?” &lt;em&gt;Thankfully, they agreed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Parenting is hard.&lt;/span&gt; So, so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray over them every morning. I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;war&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over them in prayer. I ask God for wisdom to lead them. And yet, it’s still hard. Thank the Lord I have Him to take all this to, or where would I be?&lt;br /&gt;They go to school tomorrow morning. It’s bitter sweet. Wonderful, because I love their school, their teachers and the fact that Mommy will have 7 hours to refresh two days per week. Bitter, because I’m actually &lt;em&gt;delighted&lt;/em&gt; to have them gone for 7 hours and somehow feel I shouldn’t be THIS delighted. &lt;em&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; I will actually miss them, too.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving birth to and raising these &lt;em&gt;creatures&lt;/em&gt; called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; is an exhausting, wonderful, frustrating, exhilarating , fulfilling adventure! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I’d take a moment and give you a few glimpses into the daily lives of two adorable little boys I know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5ba39d688a00bea5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ba39d688a00bea5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53DB706C9AEFD06C120C6D2EAD823EE5D23060D6.3D2CD455D7E5C2765E1328A6A351B0325B496A8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ba39d688a00bea5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DczfTzcDVXz8qHtvA8TRjIvW0VLY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5ba39d688a00bea5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53DB706C9AEFD06C120C6D2EAD823EE5D23060D6.3D2CD455D7E5C2765E1328A6A351B0325B496A8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5ba39d688a00bea5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DczfTzcDVXz8qHtvA8TRjIvW0VLY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SozKRCA8mFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/hPXQTySAqxQ/s1600-h/Superheroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371890849493588050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SozKRCA8mFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/hPXQTySAqxQ/s320/Superheroes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing Superheroes, with their friend, Chas. Superhero action happens daily around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c2ab0667b702021" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c2ab0667b702021%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3882D1B3806446DE6505599AFBD276A7BDDEA892.617306D6440CBED83049ECA9B1F2908927298EDC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c2ab0667b702021%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKQC7K-Vem4rM_qUqVZRcCmfEOuo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c2ab0667b702021%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3882D1B3806446DE6505599AFBD276A7BDDEA892.617306D6440CBED83049ECA9B1F2908927298EDC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c2ab0667b702021%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKQC7K-Vem4rM_qUqVZRcCmfEOuo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SozMmPqZpyI/AAAAAAAAAag/Hna_2K6oI1s/s1600-h/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371893412957628194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SozMmPqZpyI/AAAAAAAAAag/Hna_2K6oI1s/s320/web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what greeted me in my 4-year-old's bedroom today as I went to put up laundry....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a giant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;spider web.&lt;/span&gt;  Notice the snake it had caught in it's clutches.  Eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUS…all these reasons (and so much more) of why I love them so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, parenting IS hard. But it's such a blessing as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for letting me share my heart. Just trying to keep it real. Thanks for listening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-7471031344245434610?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4c2ab0667b702021&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5ba39d688a00bea5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7471031344245434610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7471031344245434610' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7471031344245434610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7471031344245434610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/snakes-and-snails-and-puppy-dog-tails.html' title='Snakes and snails and puppy-dog tails'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoyGqmZE1QI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cLeDIu9MdMM/s72-c/IMG_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-3710627339070267599</id><published>2009-08-16T17:37:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:24:27.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemaking'/><title type='text'>Vodka.</title><content type='html'>Do I have your full attention??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiKS8xZn1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZJXBSVaS6fE/s1600-h/vodka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370694613794922322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiKS8xZn1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZJXBSVaS6fE/s320/vodka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I bought some of this last weekend. &lt;em&gt;No, my kids didn't send me to drinkin'&lt;/em&gt;.....they actually were at their grandparent's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought it to make &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;homemade vanilla extract.&lt;/span&gt; Yep. I've been looking forward to this day for a month. I've been holding on to (and smellin'!) &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000CPZSC8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwheavenlyho-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000CPZSC8"&gt;those wonderful vanilla beans &lt;/a&gt;I bought more than a month ago, but hadn't made the extract yet, because I hadn't made the liquor store run yet. But I went this weekend...and came out of the store...vodka, paper bag and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's how this supposedly works:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiNUEdfn0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/DlBsA_gV8v8/s1600-h/vanilla+beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370697931573665602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiNUEdfn0I/AAAAAAAAAZg/DlBsA_gV8v8/s320/vanilla+beans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy vanilla beans. Apparently, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000CPZSC8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwheavenlyho-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000CPZSC8"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is a great price (and where I bought them from).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiN1qBeiPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wcGRhSG3zso/s1600-h/vodka,+beans+and+jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370698508592384242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiN1qBeiPI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wcGRhSG3zso/s320/vodka,+beans+and+jar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take these three ingredients...vodka, vanilla beans and an air tight container (basket not necessary). I used mason jars, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiOW8To2hI/AAAAAAAAAZw/vG7P7bwFQlA/s1600-h/chopped+vanila+beans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370699080436079122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiOW8To2hI/AAAAAAAAAZw/vG7P7bwFQlA/s320/chopped+vanila+beans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 4 vanilla beans and slice down the middle with a sharp knife, opening the bean up. Then cut into 1/2" - 3/4" pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiPx_95dxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kdCIt4NBGsw/s1600-h/1+cup+vodka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370700644786730770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiPx_95dxI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kdCIt4NBGsw/s320/1+cup+vodka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour 1 cup of vodka into your airtight container of choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add vanilla beans to your container and shake vigorously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiRK55awmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/851gmgNvu9c/s1600-h/Storing+vanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370702172165685858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiRK55awmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/851gmgNvu9c/s320/Storing+vanilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Store it away in a cool, dark place. It will take &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;30 days&lt;/span&gt; for the extract to mature. Take the container out one time each day for 30 days and shake vigorously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stored mine in the cabinets above my refrigerator. It's not exactly the easiest to get to daily to shake, but it's the coolest, darkest place in my kitchen that my kids can't get to and consume. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy, I'd have a situation on my hands!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of 30 days, strain the liquid through a coffee filter or colander to use. You can also put it in a decorative jar to give away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've never made it before, I'll let you know on September 12th how it turns out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-3710627339070267599?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3710627339070267599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=3710627339070267599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/3710627339070267599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/3710627339070267599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/vodka.html' title='Vodka.'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SoiKS8xZn1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/ZJXBSVaS6fE/s72-c/vodka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-221929752385050606</id><published>2009-08-12T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:11:32.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><title type='text'>Amusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers. ~Edgar W. Howe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-221929752385050606?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/221929752385050606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=221929752385050606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/221929752385050606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/221929752385050606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/amusingbut-true.html' title='Amusing'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-41888580769882879</id><published>2009-08-10T20:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:26:06.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home projects'/><title type='text'>TA-DA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-944dd2f3b03007b0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D944dd2f3b03007b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38A4295160FAB7305786292EC004E0246B9DB3D2.63D7E6903D8592F29BDEE1E482400488E0B2CB84%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D944dd2f3b03007b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcgC9p5FCqSbAYI7aYAAeGsUK_pE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D944dd2f3b03007b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38A4295160FAB7305786292EC004E0246B9DB3D2.63D7E6903D8592F29BDEE1E482400488E0B2CB84%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D944dd2f3b03007b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcgC9p5FCqSbAYI7aYAAeGsUK_pE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll notice it is now dark outside in the video. I'm finally &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/full-disclosurebe-afraid-be-very-afraid.html"&gt;done&lt;/a&gt;. You'll also notice I have no words left. I'm exhausted. A third thing you will probably notice is that I need to decorate this room...or do a &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/2008/01/window-mistreatment-101.html"&gt;mistreatment&lt;/a&gt; or something. That is for another very long day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I want to end my day showing you this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is my little farmboy in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-75b708a35cd14156" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D75b708a35cd14156%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D363B8D15C1D9A821387F34C2E4C0351638EAC3E9.1640F1E10DE4E0D399A161B74669458B7669519A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D75b708a35cd14156%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dafiwg2UNTDI0L-PLxX6s9BQighc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D75b708a35cd14156%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D363B8D15C1D9A821387F34C2E4C0351638EAC3E9.1640F1E10DE4E0D399A161B74669458B7669519A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D75b708a35cd14156%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dafiwg2UNTDI0L-PLxX6s9BQighc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makes this Mama's heart so proud!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-41888580769882879?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=75b708a35cd14156&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=944dd2f3b03007b0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/41888580769882879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=41888580769882879' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/41888580769882879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/41888580769882879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/ta-da.html' title='TA-DA!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7125102353219486151</id><published>2009-08-10T10:54:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:23:47.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home projects'/><title type='text'>FULL disclosure..be afraid, be very afraid!</title><content type='html'>Let me start this post by asking...&lt;strong&gt;have you ever seen what pancakes look like after they have been on the hot griddle for for 1 1/2 hours? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have. &lt;em&gt;Don't ask me how I know this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look like frisbees. But they actually didn't burn! Can you believe it? I can still consume them. They are like crispy, sweet things. &lt;em&gt;Not preferable, I know...but that's making lemonade outta lemons, don't you think? &lt;/em&gt;And very frugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the boys are at an all-day play date (YIPPEE!), so I am still trying to unpack us, wash clothes and get back to being organized after &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/balance.html"&gt;our trip last week&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am in the middle of making a chalkboard for my 4-year-old out of a huge, OLD picture frame I found at a yard sale for $1. Again, I would've taken a "before" picture, if I had a camera.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will have a camera.....it's coming on Thursday&lt;/span&gt;!!! I'm so excited. I feel like I'll be able to keep up with blogging much better. So, I'll show you the finished chalkboard then, as well as some more projects we have in the works over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the full disclosure part (&lt;em&gt;please see what I'm about to show you with eyes of grace&lt;/em&gt;)... and if my friend, Mary the Organizer is watching, TURN AWAY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-50fb575281bfc301" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50fb575281bfc301%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57E2E143CE6CCA7CF930F27E7DD1893EA7B4A44B.7A2A6EA9B5310DA03E5913A3D356F488AD11AF63%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50fb575281bfc301%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DffFCKJQFo-evs0hmGwwXK9pz-N8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50fb575281bfc301%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57E2E143CE6CCA7CF930F27E7DD1893EA7B4A44B.7A2A6EA9B5310DA03E5913A3D356F488AD11AF63%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50fb575281bfc301%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DffFCKJQFo-evs0hmGwwXK9pz-N8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better get busy. Kid-free time is a tickin' away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-7125102353219486151?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=50fb575281bfc301&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7125102353219486151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7125102353219486151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7125102353219486151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7125102353219486151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/full-disclosurebe-afraid-be-very-afraid.html' title='FULL disclosure..be afraid, be very afraid!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7351483011914677755</id><published>2009-08-08T07:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:52:45.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><title type='text'>Lesson from Lucy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d8c906c3d19e702d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8c906c3d19e702d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B9DCFB71EF0BCB161048C4010769225726570A3.7D5EBDADD2C980D0A5C947BCDFC43F53FECF3043%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8c906c3d19e702d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1ddt0RvG6MlYeS0KJFAEqLwrRSQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd8c906c3d19e702d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B9DCFB71EF0BCB161048C4010769225726570A3.7D5EBDADD2C980D0A5C947BCDFC43F53FECF3043%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd8c906c3d19e702d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1ddt0RvG6MlYeS0KJFAEqLwrRSQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs…they are like children, only with lots of hair.&lt;br /&gt;But the one beautiful difference is that she’s never upset with me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fuss at her for pooping in the garage or vomiting on the carpet or stealing food out of the trash can…and &lt;em&gt;she is still glad I’m her mom&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go 3 years without paying much attention to her (that was back when I had an 18 month-old and a newborn…&lt;em&gt;things are much different now...so &lt;strong&gt;calm down, people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)…and she still loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the pitter patter of little feet in the house as she will run from one room to the next…just to be near me. She smiles (as much as dogs do) when I stop in my day and acknowledge her or touch her. She loves my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that were how in-tune I was with &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; Provider and Caretaker? What kind of relationship would I have with him if I constantly sought to be near him? What if I didn’t pout every time he didn’t do things my way…but instead understood that he is Daddy…and knew he always had my best interest at heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, God IS that faithful to me. &lt;em&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;/em&gt; He never leaves me. Even if I "scream" at him in my discussions, or express strong feelings about something in my life, he never turns his back. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He IS big enough&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to handle that, by the way&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He is very slow to anger and always listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Lucy, for helping me to see a miniscule glimpse of God’s abounding love… and reminding me how powerful my relationship with him could be if I just gave like you do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Since the initial writing of this post, I laughed as I overheard my 4-year-old telling my 3-year-old that "Lucy isn't a dog that protects us....she's only a dog that lays down."  How right he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-7351483011914677755?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d8c906c3d19e702d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7351483011914677755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7351483011914677755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7351483011914677755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7351483011914677755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/lesson-from-lucy.html' title='Lesson from Lucy.'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-8720176986211199796</id><published>2009-08-07T07:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:45:41.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><title type='text'>Believe it or not...gift-giving season is fast approaching</title><content type='html'>Please don't think my child materialistic...or excessive...think him &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4-years-old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping for Christmas or birthdays to date has been &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;, but I never knew what to give him. Unlike other kids, it seemed, he didn't have any strong opinions about what he wanted. It was a shot in the dark. We usually ended up getting him toys that looked &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun to &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and hoped he thought so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can safely tell you....that is no longer the case. Watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a82ce0301850cf78" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da82ce0301850cf78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D609DAFD988771915128614FE226341BBD5D8A8A3.7A9BBAD8D928D5A2E074E4EA707D9DEF1B9892D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da82ce0301850cf78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvFQqgIlRRdpLcV8ma0jowxG2Avo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da82ce0301850cf78%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D609DAFD988771915128614FE226341BBD5D8A8A3.7A9BBAD8D928D5A2E074E4EA707D9DEF1B9892D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da82ce0301850cf78%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DvFQqgIlRRdpLcV8ma0jowxG2Avo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess I'd better start shopping (and obviously saving more money!).  But truth be told...it's getting more fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-8720176986211199796?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a82ce0301850cf78&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8720176986211199796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=8720176986211199796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8720176986211199796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8720176986211199796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/believe-it-or-notgift-giving-season-is.html' title='Believe it or not...gift-giving season is fast approaching'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5887173402042384099</id><published>2009-08-05T09:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:10:12.609-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>We just rolled in late last night.  It feels so good to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 11-hour journey coming home yesterday wasn't as "Norman Rockwell" as the journey there, but we made it safely and relatively sanely.  Truly, I'd have to say that my boys did incredibly well seeing as they had to remain strapped in a car seat for hours upon hours.  Can't you remember the days when we used to lay sprawled out across a seat to sleep...or jump from the front to the back seat and back again when we needed to get some energy released?  It used to be easier for sure....but much less safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're home.  And the boys start K3 and K4 in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 days&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;Unbelievable! &lt;/strong&gt; This summer has flown by! We are trying to fit in one more trip to see grandparents (without Mom and Dad...&lt;em&gt;which means Mom and Dad will be home alone&lt;/em&gt;! Yahoo!) between now and then as well.  These would be &lt;em&gt;the Texas grandparents&lt;/em&gt;...not out-of-state ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next 2 weeks, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we must pursue a balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  We have to get ready for school, yes...but we need to enjoy the last few days together before the school routine sets in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to get closets rotated with "new" clothes out of the garage.  &lt;em&gt;We have bins and bins of hand-me-downs from cousins and good friends....&lt;/em&gt;we are truly blessed.   We need to get backpacks and school supplies.  We need to set up our school year schedule, in terms of chores and bed times and such, and start getting back on schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, we also need to swim while we can.  We need to eat more watermelon while it's available and make more homemade ice cream.  We need to play as much as we can while it's still summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will try to keep it all in balance.  We will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;intentional &lt;/span&gt;about enjoying this sweet season God has given us.   And we will thank him for the summer memories when it is over....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5887173402042384099?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5887173402042384099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5887173402042384099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5887173402042384099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5887173402042384099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7478328876256717251</id><published>2009-07-31T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:40:34.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Our week...</title><content type='html'>First to update you....&lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebody-pinch-me.html"&gt;my night away&lt;/a&gt; was heavenly.  It truly was.  I enjoyed quiet time....in the middle of the day, not just in the wee morning hours.  It was remarkable.  All that God was able to speak to my heart when it was quiet.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those are truly treasured moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebody-pinch-me.html"&gt;massive recipe notebook project&lt;/a&gt;...I would love to say it is completed.  It's not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, it is an enormous project.  I didn't realize &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;how enormous&lt;/span&gt;.  So I didn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; it.  But I was able to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;organize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.  That, in itself, was an accomplishment.  Secondly, I really didn't push myself to finish.  I enjoyed just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt; while there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got hooked on this mini series on the Hallmark channel, called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unspoken Love&lt;/span&gt; (I believe).  When else would I have the luxury of watching a mini series?  It is a beautiful story of this amazing family in the pioneer days.  What a treat to be able to indulge in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since returning on Sunday, we had a full week of preparing for a drive to Mississippi to see the boy's grandparents.  That's where we are now.  We spent a few days getting clothes washed and packed, packing food, and getting "car activities" for the boys figured out.  All of this was then put together in a small SUV with a 3 and 4-year-old, for an 11-hour drive.  I have to admit, I was dreading it.  And was a little unnerved with my sweet husband who was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt; we could do it in one day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it went beautifully!  Our little guys were champions and we actually enjoyed our close-proximity family time together.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only God can do that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be back home next week...and so blogging will resume.  I can't wait to catch up on reading other blogs, too!  Until then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-7478328876256717251?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7478328876256717251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7478328876256717251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7478328876256717251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7478328876256717251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-week.html' title='Our week...'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5875715614796990215</id><published>2009-07-24T10:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:28:16.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>$20 update~</title><content type='html'>Remember &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/frugal-shopping-plan.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;? I wanted to give you an update on how the week went. We actually did it! We spent &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$19.63&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on groceries this week! ($6.99 at Costco for a 3-pack of soymilk and $12.64 at Sprouts for fresh fruits and vegetables).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it work by living out of the pantry and freezer. I've been working for a few months now to plan our food well, so that we have excess to freeze for later. And you'd be surprised how much stuff is lurking in your pantry that you will tend to pass over because there are better options. Also, we were blessed to have &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-simple-things-in-life.html"&gt;18 eggs thrown our way &lt;/a&gt;(well, not &lt;em&gt;thrown&lt;/em&gt;) last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, we ran out of orange juice and eggs by Wednesday, but we improvised and barely felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, here it is Friday (our last day, since I shop on Saturdays) and I still have a frig FULL of food. It may not be the &lt;em&gt;healthiest&lt;/em&gt;, but my sweet friend, Colleen, brought by 3 large pizzas and 4 dozen buffalo wings last night, left over from an event she worked for Dominos pizza. That should be able to fill my kiddos and husband up while I am &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebody-pinch-me.html"&gt;gone for the weekend&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you for those who encouraged us and cheered us on. It was much easier than I thought it would be. I plan to incorporate more of those shopping weeks between now and Christmas. Just THAT little savings could pay for our entire Christmas...and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another, more serious note.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, please, please...take the time to head over to &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/2009/07/kate.html"&gt;Nesting Place&lt;/a&gt; TODAY....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;. She tells of a lovely, Godly family that needs our prayers. I WILL be praying for their sweet daughter, Kate. I hope you, too, want to be a part of what God is doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed weekend! I'll be back on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5875715614796990215?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5875715614796990215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5875715614796990215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5875715614796990215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5875715614796990215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-update.html' title='$20 update~'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-4712956945631156855</id><published>2009-07-23T14:36:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:27:20.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Somebody pinch me!</title><content type='html'>My man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many reasons he won my heart. I could go on and on. But I won’t right now. I will tell you that one of the reasons I love him so….is that he &lt;em&gt;GETS&lt;/em&gt; me. He understands how I am wired. Even when I don’t always get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows that I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; time alone. From time-to-time, I need time to focus on a project…kid-free; sleep without one ear open for a “Mommy cry out”; read or just sit in silence and think; or even go potty by myself. &lt;em&gt;That’s just the way I’m wired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what my hunk a burnin' love did for me?! This very weekend he is giving me about 28 hours….ALONE. &lt;em&gt;Let me say it again…it’s almost too hard to believe….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am spending &lt;strong&gt;28 glorious hours&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yep, I think I even heard myself correctly. Now I will pinch myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But actually, it’s not alone per se….but &lt;em&gt;it’s doing whatever my heart desires&lt;/em&gt;. I will set out on Saturday AM (8:00, to be exact) and hit the garage sales, with a Venti coffee in hand. Then I’ll have lunch with my friends, Amy and Pam. Then I’ll do a little bit of necessary family deal-shopping and such, since it’s Saturday, my usual shopping day, and I can’t shirk ALL responsibility. Then I meet another friend for coffee at 4:00. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But THEN, I will land here for the night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SmjDkNuhknI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KKtmYlJdv-U/s1600-h/hotel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361750383312081522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SmjDkNuhknI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KKtmYlJdv-U/s320/hotel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Smi9mF1SYGI/AAAAAAAAAZA/I5YJ5kwYRuA/s1600-h/hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SmjEBwA46lI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/41xvRWVgsTw/s1600-h/hotel+guestroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361750890732120658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SmjEBwA46lI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/41xvRWVgsTw/s320/hotel+guestroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my night will look like: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will watch the tv shows of my choice…or none at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will read my books…or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will catch up on magazines...or go ahead and throw them in a recycle bin somewhere because free time to just look and read is so rare...and I know they won't ever get read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will sleep or maybe listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my main objective is to work on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f97a53d365f90c4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f97a53d365f90c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AFF31044A7E6D1361B7AF81EF197EFA884CB381.4A0C7C0D9ECC1AB290EDAC275B715100C56B063C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f97a53d365f90c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM7Mm3HtayLuAYtjkjZ2KcW3IeNc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f97a53d365f90c4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AFF31044A7E6D1361B7AF81EF197EFA884CB381.4A0C7C0D9ECC1AB290EDAC275B715100C56B063C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f97a53d365f90c4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM7Mm3HtayLuAYtjkjZ2KcW3IeNc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; come home with a fully functional and organized set of recipe books. Alas, I have time to do this project that has hung over my head for almost 5 years now! &lt;em&gt;Let me pinch myself again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also hope to come home well-rested, and ready to take on the second half of summer with two toddler boys! &lt;em&gt;Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-4712956945631156855?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1f97a53d365f90c4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4712956945631156855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=4712956945631156855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/4712956945631156855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/4712956945631156855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebody-pinch-me.html' title='Somebody pinch me!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SmjDkNuhknI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KKtmYlJdv-U/s72-c/hotel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-6650684116458898929</id><published>2009-07-22T13:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:54:43.184-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemaking'/><title type='text'>Not a "fancy" jelly maker!</title><content type='html'>Oh, how I wish I could actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;preserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. For one, I don’t have the supplies…yet. Secondly, I’m not fully sure how to do it. But my goal, by the end of 2009, is to do both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, make my own freezer jam. I sent my husband to the store for more pectin. When he asked the grocery lady where to find it, she said, “&lt;em&gt;you mean there are people in Dallas that still do that?!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK…it dawned on me that some people have no idea how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it is! If the lady at the store knew how easy it was, she wouldn’t have asked to talk to me on my husband’s cell phone to get the 411 on how to do it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For those of you who are REAL canners and preservers, please just humor us amateurs and pretend this is a really big deal that we can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53f54f1d525c7727" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53f54f1d525c7727%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7353F9C82904FD66A05647769B3A29A8AA2D3A9E.28733A64FDA345CA6D2196668E1B383A0151F281%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53f54f1d525c7727%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0HEYSScUh3082q2PcEmNe4ajN5g&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53f54f1d525c7727%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7353F9C82904FD66A05647769B3A29A8AA2D3A9E.28733A64FDA345CA6D2196668E1B383A0151F281%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53f54f1d525c7727%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0HEYSScUh3082q2PcEmNe4ajN5g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ebc373d43e21fa08" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Debc373d43e21fa08%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65A6F355B322894206799DBDFB3C6B73624F036E.35BC38C5BB018DC1AEFBDB907F9A39836A815ABB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Debc373d43e21fa08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNoJPlKptCZrKdO6w4FdCLG-yskU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Debc373d43e21fa08%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65A6F355B322894206799DBDFB3C6B73624F036E.35BC38C5BB018DC1AEFBDB907F9A39836A815ABB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Debc373d43e21fa08%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNoJPlKptCZrKdO6w4FdCLG-yskU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OK, here's how you do it. Drum roll, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Have clean jars ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Buy some FREEZER JAM pectin. It will specify “freezer jam”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Wash your fruit of choice. &lt;em&gt;You don't have to drown yours in water like I did...I'm just too lazy to wash individual fruit pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4:&lt;/strong&gt; Dice fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5:&lt;/strong&gt; Stir together the freezer jam pectin and 3 ½ cups of sugar (or sucanat or rapadura, or whatever you choose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 6:&lt;/strong&gt; Add diced fruit. Stir (for 3 minutes, I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 7:&lt;/strong&gt; Pour into clean jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 8:&lt;/strong&gt; Let sit on counter for 30 minutes to “harden” a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 9:&lt;/strong&gt; Freeze or eat. (Will last in freezer up to 1 year….will last opened in frig up to 3 weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 10:&lt;/strong&gt; Consume on toast or ice cream or crepes or whatever tickles your fruit fancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 11:&lt;/strong&gt; If your choice was consumption, now &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walk away&lt;/span&gt;…you’re gonna want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b7f93a1045cd5ad0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7f93a1045cd5ad0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E2120FA5355686311AB577E826F92A63F2377FC.6B3D533659743770F016E9C2BD824A1421E6A9FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7f93a1045cd5ad0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgffvdHzSW0ciaX46pJUTvfE5JJg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7f93a1045cd5ad0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E2120FA5355686311AB577E826F92A63F2377FC.6B3D533659743770F016E9C2BD824A1421E6A9FA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7f93a1045cd5ad0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgffvdHzSW0ciaX46pJUTvfE5JJg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love making it...but love eating it more!  Hope you can take advantage of the wonderful produce right now and all the great prices...and make some as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-6650684116458898929?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=53f54f1d525c7727&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b7f93a1045cd5ad0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ebc373d43e21fa08&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6650684116458898929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=6650684116458898929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6650684116458898929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/6650684116458898929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-fancy-jelly-maker.html' title='Not a &quot;fancy&quot; jelly maker!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2052967488829975796</id><published>2009-07-21T13:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:04:47.254-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><title type='text'>One Sale a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://econobusters.com/"&gt;Molly over at Econobusters&lt;/a&gt; mentioned &lt;a href="http://www.1saleaday.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; this past weekend. Interesting. She said that she has gotten some really great deals, and has even begun to stock up for Christmas gifts using this. Mercy me...is Christmas approaching again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to watch this site closely. &lt;em&gt;Let me know if you decide to take advantage of any of these sales!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-2052967488829975796?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2052967488829975796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2052967488829975796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2052967488829975796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2052967488829975796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-sale-day.html' title='One Sale a Day'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-9202526532284034683</id><published>2009-07-21T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:26:16.277-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>I cheated...</title><content type='html'>I confess it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cheated on my hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever, ever do that, if you trust and like your hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to copy someone else’s hair.  Someone younger...with longer, more beautiful locks than I.  So…I went to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; hairdresser, thinking that my hair would instantly be transformed into goddess hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know....it doesn’t work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband said I looked strangely similar to Joan Jett…in the 80’s.  NOT the look I was going for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to go to confession to my own hairdresser, who graciously didn’t gasp out too loud.  She forgave me, and set out to do damage control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months have passed.  I still don’t have goddess locks like my friend.  But I no longer look like an 80’s rock star.  There’s hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned:&lt;br /&gt;(1)    Don’t cheat on your hairdresser.&lt;br /&gt;(2)    Don’t assume that all hair carries the same haircut the same way.&lt;br /&gt;(3)    Don’t try to copy the hair of a young 20-something beauty queen, without first seeing if it’s even a possible with the texture of your own hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair, after all, is very important. It’s our crown, right?  At least according to Proverbs 16:31.  Oh wait, never mind…I think that verse says g&lt;em&gt;ray hair is a crown of splendor&lt;/em&gt;….I’m not fully ready to go there just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-9202526532284034683?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9202526532284034683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=9202526532284034683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/9202526532284034683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/9202526532284034683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cheated.html' title='I cheated...'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5452465570363420642</id><published>2009-07-20T11:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:49:13.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><title type='text'>Their Daddy would be so proud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-13d6bae6ec7bac7e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13d6bae6ec7bac7e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D434F8E3D2A7D25D0BAA5BFB2271F0E98945DCE25.6EE9C6854324B7BB58482B20D949B1C7E4E2FAC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13d6bae6ec7bac7e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-x9pnd4VEG27eaYTi_5rGoqq-SE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13d6bae6ec7bac7e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D434F8E3D2A7D25D0BAA5BFB2271F0E98945DCE25.6EE9C6854324B7BB58482B20D949B1C7E4E2FAC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13d6bae6ec7bac7e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-x9pnd4VEG27eaYTi_5rGoqq-SE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess long gone are the days of “&lt;em&gt;Mommy, can I watch Curious George&lt;/em&gt;?” or “&lt;em&gt;Mommy, can I&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;watch Diego&lt;/em&gt;?”  Their Daddy introduced them to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAN VS. WILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now on this rainy morning, when they asked for a television show, they asked to watch Bear Grylls because they like when he bites the head off of a live fish, eats worms or flowers, or spears and fillets piranhas…all in the name of survival.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boys truly ARE made differently than us girls.  And truth be told, I’m glad they are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5452465570363420642?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=13d6bae6ec7bac7e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5452465570363420642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5452465570363420642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5452465570363420642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5452465570363420642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/their-daddy-would-be-so-proud.html' title='Their Daddy would be so proud!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5574146942500148649</id><published>2009-07-20T09:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:41:04.093-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Changed forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SmSBMsP76SI/AAAAAAAAAY4/obYky0Rh1GE/s1600-h/Fields+of+the+Fatherless+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360551511514147106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SmSBMsP76SI/AAAAAAAAAY4/obYky0Rh1GE/s320/Fields+of+the+Fatherless+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This great little book called &lt;strong&gt;Fields of the Fatherless&lt;/strong&gt; was introduced to me by my friend, Renee. I think it was totally a “God thing”. Eye-opening. Powerful. A peek into God’s heart in regards to the “unloved”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interested in reading this book because my husband and I have an interest in possibly adopting a baby down the line. We both thought it sounded cool…and would be fun to have a baby in the house again. And why not help someone in the process, right? But I have to admit, I didn’t think much deeper than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew it. I knew I really didn’t understand the heart of God in the matter. I really wasn’t aware of HIS thoughts. So I asked him to show me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, did he?! And then some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forever changed. I wish I could encapsulate the actual “feelings” I had while reading this book. I know it’s similar to right after you watch an impactful movie, you feel changed and ready to do something about your changed heart. That is how I felt while reading this book and immediately afterwards. I may not still have the “camp experience high” about the topic now, but I have new information. I have a new mindset. I cannot see God…and loving others…the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I did not expect to receive from this book was just awareness of all kinds of “fatherless”, not just orphans. My heart breaks for my grandmother now. It mainly breaks due to my own guilt about not “seeing her” with the right heart…not loving her well…not spending time with her. She is still here on this earth. At least in body…mind, not so much. There is still time for me to love her and to let her know she is loved. I thank God that he helped me see these last days with her in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God, please continue to shine your light on people I need to love. I want to be your hands and your feet. Help me to not be so absorbed in my own stuff, but to take time to love others…and please your heart above all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I challenge you to open this short easy read and see what God says to your heart. I dare ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5574146942500148649?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5574146942500148649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5574146942500148649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5574146942500148649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5574146942500148649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/changed-forever.html' title='Changed forever'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SmSBMsP76SI/AAAAAAAAAY4/obYky0Rh1GE/s72-c/Fields+of+the+Fatherless+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7131061832824525917</id><published>2009-07-19T11:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:43:23.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><title type='text'>It's the simple things in life....</title><content type='html'>My brother and sister-in-law live on 40 acres out in the country. They raise chickens to produce their eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were out at their house yesterday, they gave us 18 farm fresh eggs. What a sweet, simple blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bcd35bf0e465c8a9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcd35bf0e465c8a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57B6C61325F7CD506ECC6E25A1F04A071EE35595.49D13F541DC4C696710E5C7815638EB0A73B45A1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcd35bf0e465c8a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D28dVngTISu-IA86id8hdLAs9Yko&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcd35bf0e465c8a9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331095266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57B6C61325F7CD506ECC6E25A1F04A071EE35595.49D13F541DC4C696710E5C7815638EB0A73B45A1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcd35bf0e465c8a9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D28dVngTISu-IA86id8hdLAs9Yko&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taste and see that he Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 34:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-7131061832824525917?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bcd35bf0e465c8a9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7131061832824525917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7131061832824525917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7131061832824525917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7131061832824525917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-simple-things-in-life.html' title='It&apos;s the simple things in life....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-9046545506858879999</id><published>2009-07-18T09:22:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T10:15:30.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><title type='text'>Frugal shopping plan</title><content type='html'>We budget $100 per week for groceries. I used to never be able to reach that goal. Then I started &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to reach that goal, and it became attainable. Then, &lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/"&gt;Crystal&lt;/a&gt;, motivated me even more. She spends $40 per week on groceries for her family. Of course, she is the couponing and deal-finding champion, but I thought to myself… “&lt;em&gt;I can’t imagine doing $40 per week, but what if I try for $80 or even $60&lt;/em&gt;?” So I tried. Last week I spent $65. And trust me, we have not been starving! &lt;em&gt;In fact, if anything, we NEED to cut back.&lt;/em&gt; We’ve eaten heartily. Confession: I did, however, use an additional $25 for a treat for myself. I bought some &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000CPZSC8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=wwwheavenlyho-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000CPZSC8"&gt;vanilla beans&lt;/a&gt;. I plan to try to make my own vanilla extract. &lt;em&gt;(I got them in the mail yesterday...so I'll post about the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;vanilla extract-making soon.)&lt;/em&gt; So my total for the week was $90. But all in all, I know I can spend $65 per week on groceries, if I don't make any additional special purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never did participate in the &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/progress-report-and-such.html"&gt;No Spend Month in July&lt;/a&gt;, due to various reasons...so I’m constantly trying to do what I can to help us &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-months-financial-progress-report.html"&gt;pay off debt faster&lt;/a&gt;. I have planned my menu for next week. &lt;strong&gt;Here is my challenge….and I want you to hold me to it&lt;/strong&gt;. I plan to spend only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$20&lt;/strong&gt; on groceries for next week&lt;/span&gt;. Yep, that's right. I’ll let you know at the end of next week how it went and if I was able to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-9046545506858879999?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9046545506858879999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=9046545506858879999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/9046545506858879999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/9046545506858879999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/frugal-shopping-plan.html' title='Frugal shopping plan'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-5518262857281099870</id><published>2009-07-17T13:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:10:25.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemaking'/><title type='text'>OPJ…Other people’s Junk</title><content type='html'>I love other people’s junk! What does that make me?...A junkie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took an old screen door out of the pile of bulk trash sitting in front of my neighbor’s house last week. It doesn’t fit anything at my house and I have no idea what I will do with it. But that is the beauty…I WILL find something! That’s probably why I have become so fond of &lt;a href="http://funkyjunkinteriors.blogspot.com/"&gt;Funky Junk Interiors&lt;/a&gt;. Go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get addicted to Craigs List. I think it so much fun to see what bargains are out there. Today I went to go pick up 23 Mason Jars, of varying sizes, for $15. I like to use them for homemade jellies, taking soup or salad dressings with meals to others, making homemade &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/homemade-buttermilk.html"&gt;buttermilk&lt;/a&gt;, for drinking out of, and of course, decorating. Candles and flowers look great in them! I suppose you could also use them for collecting things, like Wendy at Shabby Nest mentioned &lt;a href="http://shabbynest.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. My goal is to learn to can and preserve more by next year, so the more jars, the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What junk do you have that you can repurpose in your house?&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet…&lt;em&gt;what junk do you have that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; may want?&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-5518262857281099870?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5518262857281099870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=5518262857281099870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5518262857281099870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/5518262857281099870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/opjother-peoples-junk.html' title='OPJ…Other people’s Junk'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-7792308851145192847</id><published>2009-07-17T08:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:54:40.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Potty training....</title><content type='html'>I’m sorry, this will be the death of me.  Literally, my 3 year old needs to learn to do this before I die.  I know…he most likely will not go to college with this malfunction.  If he does, I truly will call it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in this tension between “control” (his and mine), will, obedience, anger (mine) and grace.  I know this is an over-spiritual way to look at poop, but how would Jesus act in my situation?  Seriously.  I can’t seem to find it anywhere in the Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just have to ask him to help me know the right way to behave and respond…and to have patience only he can supply.  &lt;em&gt;If you have any tips for me, I’ll gladly seek any wise counsel on this stinky topic.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sweeter smelling note, go read &lt;a href="http://www.sugarpiefarmhouse.com/savor-the-gifts-of-gods-goodness"&gt;this fabulous post &lt;/a&gt;today by Ruthie at &lt;a href="http://www.sugarpiefarmhouse.com/"&gt;Sugar Pie Farmhouse&lt;/a&gt;.  It will get your mind right and your perspective clear.  I obviously need to go there again right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugarpiefarmhouse.com/savor-the-gifts-of-gods-goodness"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-7792308851145192847?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7792308851145192847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=7792308851145192847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7792308851145192847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/7792308851145192847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/potty-training.html' title='Potty training....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-822679452734887653</id><published>2009-07-16T09:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:13:41.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><title type='text'>Lessons from Facebook</title><content type='html'>I thought I was really hip when I signed up for Facebook.  I had been to my 20-year high school reunion and was convinced by some that I needed to.  I really don’t have time to “do” Facebook, but succumbed to pressure anyway.  Now…Twitter???  I am so not hip.  I don’t even know what that is.  Maybe one day I’ll be cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I enjoy some things about Facebook.  I really don’t use it enough to understand the ins and outs of it, but I like peering into the lives of others.  Maybe it’s the nosy side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a downside.  Once I look into the lives of others (namely through their pictures), sometimes I feel inadequate or that their lives are much more “together” than my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reconnected with a friend from about 8 years ago.  I am so delighted to see that she is doing well.  &lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt; well.  From all appearances, she is living a “Ken and Barbie” life.  She’s beautiful, trendy and has a gorgeous “mini-Barbie” daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have another delightful friend from high school…who I deeply love, by the way.  From all appearances, she is doing fabulously.  She has a gorgeous, large home; friends by the handful; she’s gorgeous…&lt;em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;seriously &lt;/strong&gt;doesn’t look ANY different than she did in 1988!&lt;/em&gt;  She’s got 5 beautiful and active children and a sweet husband who is delightful to look at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, seriously?!  &lt;em&gt;I’m starting to think there is nothing like Facebook to make you feel not-so-good-about yourself&lt;/em&gt;.  Or is it just me?  Am I that easily swayed into comparing my life with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 40 this year.  &lt;em&gt;Thank God.&lt;/em&gt;  As unsure of who I am at almost 40 sometimes….I was even more uncertain at 30.  Turning older is truly a good thing.  I just want the confidence to do it gracefully! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, at almost 40, I am just NOW able to discern between lies and truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie:&lt;/strong&gt;  Other people have better lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth:&lt;/strong&gt;  Other people have different lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie:&lt;/strong&gt;  Other people have no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth:&lt;/strong&gt; We all have problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie:&lt;/strong&gt;  These girls look better at their age now than they did “back then”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth:&lt;/strong&gt;  They’ve had work done.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOTALLY KIDDING&lt;/em&gt;. … They just look beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lie:&lt;/strong&gt;  God has blessed them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Truth:&lt;/strong&gt;  God has blessed us all.  My blessings may just look different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what I know for sure&lt;/span&gt; is this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1)  GOD’s Truth&lt;/strong&gt; is that I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Ps. 149:14), as are my sweet friends. &lt;br /&gt;(2)  Anything I have is because God has given it (Job 1:21b).  As is true for them.&lt;br /&gt;(3)  I am right where God wants me to be, because he is sovereign.  They are where God has them in their lives as well.&lt;br /&gt;(4)  Appearances and truth may not always match up completely, so I am to always &lt;strong&gt;keep my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;eyes heavenward&lt;/strong&gt;….not on everyone else’s blessings…or business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I Facebook or Tweet or whatever the next newest cool thing is (&lt;em&gt;because of course I want&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to be cool at 40!&lt;/em&gt;)….&lt;br /&gt;I choose to cling to this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teach me YOUR way, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;and I will walk in YOUR truth;&lt;br /&gt;give me an UNDIVIDED heart,&lt;br /&gt;that I may fear YOUR name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ps. 86:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's nice to be back with you.  I feel more refreshed.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-822679452734887653?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/822679452734887653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=822679452734887653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/822679452734887653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/822679452734887653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/lessons-from-facebook.html' title='Lessons from Facebook'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-1219801945711635721</id><published>2009-07-01T09:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:50:35.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Break....</title><content type='html'>I have decided to take some time off from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus on some things around here, and not on the fact that "I can't come up with something to write about today". :) And I need to figure out a way to get a camera...cheap! Remember, &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-months-financial-progress-report.html"&gt;we're paying off debt&lt;/a&gt;. But to me, my blogging is deeply lacking without the ability to ever document in pictures.  I feel like I lose many simple moments to show you...ones where words are not even needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your summer.  I hope to come back with a camera...some great thoughts to contribute...and a more organized blog.  However, I do plan to continue reading the wonderful blogs I regularly enjoy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful 4th!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-1219801945711635721?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1219801945711635721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=1219801945711635721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1219801945711635721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/1219801945711635721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/break.html' title='Break....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2531632983238200128</id><published>2009-06-29T10:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:36:10.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time with God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Anyone share these feelings?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe what a writer's block I am having! This summer is overtaking me. Or should I say, a 3-yr-old and a 4-yr-old are overtaking me?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW there are things going on in my heart, I'm just not sure how to express them in the 10 minutes of free time I have a day to do so. And come evening, I have only enough energy to crawl into the bed. I sound like such a wienie! How do all these moms of little ones do it?! I read the blogs of these "Super Star" women with 6 children, who wake up, clean the whole house, make homemade cinnamon rolls and paint the entire house....all before breakfast, all the while changing a baby's diaper with one hand...and crocheting a Christmas sweater with the other. &lt;em&gt;Well, that might be a slight exaggeration....  &lt;/em&gt;But the thought of being able to do that is (a) exhausting; and (b) exhilerating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a task-oriented, check-list kind of girl. I have, for that very reason, had much frustration this summer. Mainly, because my to-do project list for my house is growing and my time to do it is shrinking. I'm learning that if I can't do it "right" or "right now", it causes me much anxiety. God is teaching me to SIT in my anxiety. And let me tell you, that is so against the grain of my nature. I spoke in &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-time.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt; about how summer had become a time of freedom and letting go of schedules. I have to admit, there are moments when I am losing my mind.   I am so wanting to fully grasp the idea of relaxing... and going with the flow.   And I think I've come a long way, baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you?  Do you ever have these feelings as well?  Or am I an island in this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-2531632983238200128?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2531632983238200128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2531632983238200128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2531632983238200128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2531632983238200128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/anyone-share-these-feelings.html' title='Anyone share these feelings?'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-8485481022694712809</id><published>2009-06-24T08:58:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:13:51.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>$200 basket giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SkIxC5wUgzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TmxCHEQNra8/s1600-h/basket_basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350893233202561842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SkIxC5wUgzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TmxCHEQNra8/s320/basket_basket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy over at 4 Reluctant Entertainers is giving an opportunity to win a &lt;strong&gt;coupon&lt;/strong&gt; for a custom gift basket by &lt;a href="http://www.babygiftbasketco.com/SearchResults.asp"&gt;The Baby Basket Company &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.planetgiftbaskets.com/"&gt;Planet Gift Baskets&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is head over to &lt;a href="http://www.reluctantentertainer.com/"&gt;Sandy's blog&lt;/a&gt; and leave a comment about whether or not you like to &lt;strong&gt;keep gifts on hand in a gift closet&lt;/strong&gt;...or whether you are a &lt;strong&gt;last-minute shopper&lt;/strong&gt;. It's that easy! Then you'll be entered in the drawing for a custom basket. The winner will be notified on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered! I love gift baskets...to give...and receive. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-8485481022694712809?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8485481022694712809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=8485481022694712809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8485481022694712809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8485481022694712809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/200-basket-giveaway.html' title='$200 basket giveaway'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SkIxC5wUgzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TmxCHEQNra8/s72-c/basket_basket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2431320842057786245</id><published>2009-06-23T12:38:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:20:52.182-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homemaking'/><title type='text'>Kitchen catch-up time</title><content type='html'>When I think about blogging lately, I think "I don't have anything interesting to say!" I am enjoying reading other people's blogs. They are generally much more interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also spending time figuring out all the home improvement projects I plan to take on now..and which ones I will tackle when the boys go back to school. I've been moving furniture around in the house and deciding what all to take my &lt;em&gt;paint brush&lt;/em&gt; to...and what to take &lt;em&gt;a can of spray paint&lt;/em&gt; to. One or the other...it's bound to happen! I'm feeling creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far today has been one of those days where "the sun, the moon and the stars lined up". The boys were happy for &lt;strong&gt;an extended amount of time&lt;/strong&gt; to play &lt;strong&gt;nicely together&lt;/strong&gt;. (Notice the bolded words. THAT's the amazing part.) Anyway, it allowed me to get caught up on making some things I needed to make in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have been requesting pancakes in the mornings, but we've been out of syrup. So I made some &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/homemade-pancake-syrup.html"&gt;homemade maple syrup&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some homemade chocolate syrup...to make the boys some chocolate milk ocassionally...and to drizzle on homemade vanilla ice cream next time we make it! Yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the boy's favorite granola cereal. The boys (their Daddy included) eat it up as soon as it is ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some more &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/homemade-buttermilk.html"&gt;homemade buttermilk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mixed up more &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/whole-wheat-tortillasand-laundry-soap.html"&gt;homemade laundry detergent&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some homemade wheat bread. (Actually, today, the bread machine made it for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I put together my menu plan for the remainder of this month. I am trying to get better at &lt;em&gt;monthly &lt;/em&gt;menu planning. With our casual summer, I haven't been as diligent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I was able to work in the tomato garden .... picking.... weeding... watering... working on stabilizing chicken wire, as the weight of the tomatoes is pulling the wire over. The boys...and their Momma...are enjoying the mounds of cherry tomatoes coming in. Actually they won't eat them....but they like to pick them. &lt;em&gt;I'm selfishly glad they don't like to eat them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you want the three recipes above that haven't been mentioned in a previous post....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homemade Granola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup butter or margarine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 1/2 - 8 cups oatmeal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a large saucepan, melt the butter and the brown sugar together. Stir it up and let it simmer for 2-3 minutes. Add the salt and cinnamon, then the oatmeal. Remove pot from heat and stir until all the oatmeal is coated. Spread the granola onto 2 cookie sheets (with sides) and bake at 375 for 10 minutes, until golden brown. Cool granola completely on pan, then break into pieces and transfer to an airtight container. Add raisins, nuts or other dried fruit, if desired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homemade Chocolate Syrup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup cocoa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/8 tsp. salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 tsp. vanilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a 2 quart saucepa, mix the cocoa and water with a wire whisk and heat over medium heat, stirring occasionally. Add the sugar and continue to stir until the sugar dissolves. Bring the mixture t a full rolling boil. Reduce the heat to medium low and boil for a full 3 minutes. Remove the sytrup from the heat and add the salt and vanilla and stir to blend. Pour the syrup into a clean pint sized canning jar (or old ketchup bottle or chocolate syrup container). Store in the refrigerator. This can be used in place of store-bought chocolate syrup. It's yummy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100% Whole Wheat Bread (Made in a Bread Machine) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put ingredients in your machine in the order listed for your particular machine. My order is listed below:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 1/2 tsp. Active Dry Yeast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 1/4 cups Whole Wheat Flour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 1/2 tsp. Salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 TBL Non-fat Dry Milk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 TBL Oil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 TBL Molasses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 cup + 3 TBL Water (approx. 80 degrees)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can add millet or sunflower seeds or the like to make the bread more "grainy" or nutty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of the day is POOL TIME! Ahhhhh...summer....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-2431320842057786245?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2431320842057786245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2431320842057786245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2431320842057786245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2431320842057786245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/kitchen-catch-up-time.html' title='Kitchen catch-up time'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-269415107595867765</id><published>2009-06-20T23:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:56:57.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>A tribute to the Dads in my life...</title><content type='html'>This man has been a powerful influence my entire life: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sj27NKaOotI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Md8Ms69DzHA/s1600-h/Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349637767193076434" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sj27NKaOotI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Md8Ms69DzHA/s320/Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strength &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;persistence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;generosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;absolute unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;faithfulness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;incredible patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-controlled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;integrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...My blessing, my Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is the joy of my life and the king of my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sj27JGngWNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IJ2bij9RUS4/s1600-h/Bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349637697455544530" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sj27JGngWNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IJ2bij9RUS4/s320/Bill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;encourager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;persistent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gracious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;affectionate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;great sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wonderful communicator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gentle&lt;br /&gt;great character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;integrity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;discerning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...The proud Daddy of our two boys and my gift from God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you both for your remarkable presence in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to both of you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-269415107595867765?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/269415107595867765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=269415107595867765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/269415107595867765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/269415107595867765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-dads-in-my-life_20.html' title='A tribute to the Dads in my life...'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sj27NKaOotI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Md8Ms69DzHA/s72-c/Daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-105988655594829013</id><published>2009-06-19T07:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:55:47.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debt payoff'/><title type='text'>This month's financial progress report</title><content type='html'>I finally got my numbers together to give you this month's progress report. In &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/progress-report-and-such.html"&gt;last month's report &lt;/a&gt;, we were 59% to our goal. I told you in &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/couponingand-financial-update-to-come.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;that I didn't think we had done so well this month, with all the additional "summer expenses" we took on. I'm here to report that God is a good and faithful God! We are now at 64% to our goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told you in &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/progress-report-and-such.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;that we were planning to participate in the &lt;a href="http://smallnotebook.org/2009/05/13/what-is-no-spend-month/"&gt;No Spend Month Challenge &lt;/a&gt;in the month of July.  After evaluating all the traveling we will be doing in that month, we decided that is not feasible for us to do for that month.  So, my goal is to &lt;strong&gt;dramatically reduce&lt;/strong&gt; the amount of money I am spending in groceries and personal/household categories in our budget for the remainder of the summer.  We'll see what we can do with that...I'll let you know how it goes.  Hopefully we can have a No Spend Month another time.  I'd aim for August, but with "back to school", there are certain to be expenses along with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we continue...with hearts and eyes upward...moving forward.  Even if we're crawling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-105988655594829013?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/105988655594829013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=105988655594829013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/105988655594829013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/105988655594829013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-months-financial-progress-report.html' title='This month&apos;s financial progress report'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-8105299086111066519</id><published>2009-06-16T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:16:35.052-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Summer time....</title><content type='html'>I crack myself up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before school was out, I actually made a schedule for our summer.  Not only the big events, like swimming lessons, or vacation bible school, or trips to see grandparents....I'm talking about a &lt;em&gt;daily&lt;/em&gt; schedule.  I assumed that with all the extra hours together (me and the kiddos), that we would surely need "activity" to fill the "dead spaces".  The boys needed to still be learning. They needed to continue to be creative.  They always need time to be active and burn energy.  They &lt;em&gt;needed&lt;/em&gt; to stay on a schedule.  And of course, I scheduled in some fun.  (It sounds so crazy as I write it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've learned from our summer so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no schedule.  We don't do anything...at all...the same...from day-to-day (except swimming lessons these past two weeks, because we HAVE to be there).  We're not practicing our ABC's and 123's everyday.  We may not even touch a book on a particular day.  There has not been a consistent bedtime, at all.  &lt;em&gt;(side note:  unfortunately we all still wake up at the same&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;time each day, though!)&lt;/em&gt;  We have not done daily crafts.  We have not stayed in a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, this is what we have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have learned to swim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have learned to fish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have enjoyed the sunlight of the day to the fullest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We instilled a chore chart and made it fun....with lots of opportunity for trips to the dollar store!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have discovered the library (with no pressure to meet goals, but only to enjoy the gift of new books to read).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have spent time with family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have enjoyed our friends.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have started memorizing a Bible verse a week.  (There is nothing more precious or heart-tugging than to hear a brand new 3-yr-old say...."&lt;em&gt;children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right...Ephesians 6:1") &lt;/em&gt;Can I get an AMEN?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have started drinking iced coffee, instead of hot coffee (obviously I'm not referring to the little ones in my house)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We try to have one bible story a day, in the mornings.  I think we've read about David and Goliath for 2 straight weeks, per requests from the audience.  That's a fun one for boys!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is some of what I have learned so far:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have learned to relax in my expectations of "how my house will look" everyday...and enjoy my kids instead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have learned that my growing list of projects will have to wait until fall, most likely, when the kids go back to school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have learned to make some new, healthy recipes from scratch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have re-learned to work out consistently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have learned to apply sunscreen liberally (I now realize what each compounding summer is doing to my face and skin) and am teaching my kids that this &lt;strong&gt;is just what you do&lt;/strong&gt; before swimming.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been reminded, through daily time with the Lord, that he is a God...rich in love, grace, forgiveness, promises, hope, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;faithfulness&lt;/span&gt;...and his WORD is TRUTH.  I have enjoyed the richness of my mornings with him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband and I have reinstated date night and time with each other alone.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what I hope to accomplish and/or learn by summer's end:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to laugh more with my kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to greet my husband better when he walks in the door after a long day of work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to put people ahead of schedules/routines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to let myself off the hook for not accomplishing as much as ____________ . &lt;em&gt;We all have one of those ladies we like to compare ourselves to, don't we?&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look back at the summer time that is now past with no regrets for the way the time was spent. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;How is your summer going?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-8105299086111066519?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8105299086111066519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=8105299086111066519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8105299086111066519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8105299086111066519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-time.html' title='Summer time....'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2669195242642056956</id><published>2009-06-13T08:00:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:36:03.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frugality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debt payoff'/><title type='text'>Couponing....and financial update to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SjOkjPV-rzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OOdaJN28a7g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346798107940007730" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SjOkjPV-rzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OOdaJN28a7g/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been asked by a couple of people to consider giving a small "course" on couponing and how we &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-loving-frugality.html"&gt;save so much money around here with grocery shopping&lt;/a&gt;. First of all, let me reiterate....I still have so much to learn myself. There are many who do this so effortlessly and I am in awe of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, if you are interested, and would like to know how to use coupons and how it all works, there is a crash course offered in how to maximize your savings with grocery shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a FREE coupon &lt;a href="http://www.choystercash.com/ecourse.html"&gt;e-course offered by ChoysterCash.com &lt;/a&gt;and you'll get ten short lessons delivered to your inbox--one each Monday--which will walk you through simple step-by-step instructions on how to save hundreds of dollars each year by using coupons. &lt;a href="http://www.choystercash.com/ecourse.html"&gt;Go here&lt;/a&gt; to sign up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, if you ever wonder where you can get great coupons from...Gina, from Moneywise Moms, re-ran an old post today about all the places to find them. It's a great, thorough resource. Go &lt;a href="http://moneywisemoms.com/"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, for my own personal disclosure....I need to give you a financial update for &lt;a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/progress-report-and-such.html"&gt;this month&lt;/a&gt;. But first... I need to have a budget meeting with my sweet guy to see exactly where we are. It's been a rough month with traveling out of state, a birthday party and miscellaneous summer activity expenses (like swimming lessons). I don't think we've had as productive a month as I had hoped. I'm not feeling great about it, but I'll update you shortly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're running off to a toddler pajama/pancake party now! That should get my mind right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-2669195242642056956?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2669195242642056956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2669195242642056956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2669195242642056956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2669195242642056956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/couponingand-financial-update-to-come.html' title='Couponing....and financial update to come'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SjOkjPV-rzI/AAAAAAAAAX4/OOdaJN28a7g/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-8772011407943971814</id><published>2009-06-11T09:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:11:12.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Storm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SjEUlGOmyTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UpUXE2vUkqQ/s1600-h/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346076860225079602" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SjEUlGOmyTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UpUXE2vUkqQ/s320/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a huge storm blow in. High winds. Dark clouds. Fierce rain. Lightning. Thunder. City sirens going off. The whole 9 yards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I threw (almost literally) my 3 and 4-year-olds into the bathtub around 7:00 pm. They were coated in dirt and needed a quick bath. All of sudden, lights out. Pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my way around, we found one working flashlight (after handling 3 or 4 unworking ones....note to self&lt;em&gt;....get some batteries). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to get jammies on the little guys, grab the dog, some pillows, a blanket and our one flashlight and climb into the closet in my son's room. As we listened to the city sirens, we sat there singing &lt;em&gt;Jesus Loves Me, the ABC song&lt;/em&gt;, and whatever else came to mind. We prayed for Daddy's safety and waited for him to get home. And we had no idea what was really going on outside, since we had no power and couldn't watch the weather. &lt;em&gt;Was there a tornado? Was it just a big storm?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that my kids had a ball! How fun is hanging out in the closet, in the dark, with the family dog and a flashlight?! Not an everyday activity, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the evening progressed, Daddy made it home safely. We finally got the boys to sleep. We all slept in one big sweaty pile in Mom and Dad's bed. Actually, Dad slept on the couch in his own sweat. The boys tossed and turned all night from the sticky heat on our t-shirt sheets (yuck!) I tried not to worry all night about the food in my frig and two outside freezers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power (and thus, the air conditioner, hallelujah!) finally kicked on about 5:15 am. NOW the sound sleep can begin!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now home, sitting in the house, watching the pouring rain happen outside (still), wondering if swim lessons is canceled in an hour and a half. &lt;em&gt;(Mommy hopes so!)&lt;/em&gt; But my 4-year-old keeps opening the back sliding door, yelling at the &lt;em&gt;"stinky rain"&lt;/em&gt; for messing up his morning plans. &lt;em&gt;Hey, I like a kid who can express himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day! We'll be cozied up at home most of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-8772011407943971814?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8772011407943971814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=8772011407943971814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8772011407943971814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/8772011407943971814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/storm.html' title='Storm!'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/SjEUlGOmyTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/UpUXE2vUkqQ/s72-c/storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-2321417557397813567</id><published>2009-06-09T12:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:32:09.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Summer squash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si6b27SuveI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ho2sSlocQv0/s1600-h/crookneck+squash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345381175666851298" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si6b27SuveI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ho2sSlocQv0/s320/crookneck+squash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet friend, Colleen, gave our family some yummy fresh squash out of her garden. The squash was wonderful...and the gesture was beautifully appreciated. &lt;em&gt;Thanks for sharing your garden goodies with us!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655596072637476557-2321417557397813567?l=fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2321417557397813567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=655596072637476557&amp;postID=2321417557397813567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2321417557397813567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/655596072637476557/posts/default/2321417557397813567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-squash.html' title='Summer squash'/><author><name>Kathryn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Sprmk-uN2AI/AAAAAAAAAdI/c4nifH1JdZA/S220/IMG_0160.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si6b27SuveI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ho2sSlocQv0/s72-c/crookneck+squash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-8356547077020120209</id><published>2009-06-09T08:55:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:31:02.445-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>I'm more than inspired, Wendy!</title><content type='html'>OK, normally I would try to think of something brilliant to write about on my own. But today...I am enamoured. I am coveting. I am downright awestruck, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was browsing some of my favorite blogs. Wendy, over at &lt;a href="http://shabbynest.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Shabby Nest&lt;/a&gt;, posted these pictures from &lt;em&gt;Country Living &lt;/em&gt;today of this incredibly fabulous farmhouse, for her Inspire-Me Tuesday post. I'm sorry...I want this. I almost NEED this. (Ok, that may be a little strong....) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure this is your style. But I hope you enjoy looking. Or at least you get a glimpse into the dreams in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5qYfQ2fII/AAAAAAAAAW4/gbC1ryhqzcM/s1600-h/Exterior-farmhouse-NY-HTOURS1005-de.love+this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345326776676940930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5qYfQ2fII/AAAAAAAAAW4/gbC1ryhqzcM/s320/Exterior-farmhouse-NY-HTOURS1005-de.love+this.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This house, is exactly what I dream about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5rodGGa4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/v8yEAdtb4pw/s1600-h/Kitchen-farmhouse-HTOURS1005-de.love+this+kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345328150484511618" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5rodGGa4I/AAAAAAAAAXA/v8yEAdtb4pw/s320/Kitchen-farmhouse-HTOURS1005-de.love+this+kitchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kitchen....I love. The beaded board. The glass cabinet doors. The little desk. The chippy paint on the chairs. The farmhouse sink. I could go on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5r0LagACI/AAAAAAAAAXI/MRtHFC1uMq4/s1600-h/Barn-wood-kitchen-cabinet-HTOURS1005-de.want+this+cabinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345328351896666146" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5r0LagACI/AAAAAAAAAXI/MRtHFC1uMq4/s320/Barn-wood-kitchen-cabinet-HTOURS1005-de.want+this+cabinet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this piece of furniture! I almost want to marry it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5sPgjSFOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Z_yaN_qCFoM/s1600-h/Bedroom-farmhouse-HTOURS1005-de.charming+bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345328821427115234" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5sPgjSFOI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Z_yaN_qCFoM/s320/Bedroom-farmhouse-HTOURS1005-de.charming+bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sweet bedroom.....the beaded board...the iron bed...the sweet quilt....how dreamy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5smnGJhxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KTpqKjkumPA/s1600-h/Interior-farmhouse-HTOURS1005-de.built+in+hutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345329218320959250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5smnGJhxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/KTpqKjkumPA/s320/Interior-farmhouse-HTOURS1005-de.built+in+hutch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fabulous built-in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5s5PiD4lI/AAAAAAAAAXg/cyNILKScO3g/s1600-h/Leaf-table-white-HTOURS1005-de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345329538413093458" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HlGg7FlfPno/Si5s5PiD4lI/AAAAAAAAAXg/cyNILKScO3g/s320/Leaf-table-white-HTOURS1005-de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this fold-down table and the white on white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for indulging my illness. 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