tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106653042024-03-23T14:07:10.770-04:00When Valgal Sits DownA place I'll visit whenever I can sit down.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.comBlogger425125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-80510533872453140062009-11-16T11:17:00.004-05:002010-07-26T09:50:54.647-04:00<a href="http://valgalonline.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>This is my last post to this blog... whaa! I'm moving my blog to a new home for functional reasons. Please visit and bookmark the new site!</strong></span></a>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-31293415013050162722009-11-12T21:46:00.008-05:002009-11-12T21:59:45.298-05:00New Quiet Place<div><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm so happy to have discovered a nice, new quiet place this week.</span> </div><div> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403415040497141266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9S1ypBuhJDgbEhqD-y7k_uAX_MVnUFQAIUh9uP7Z0qVFRXOOMZyL7ry2GMkfXSdzGRLNYPvZbwIscCASS3R-0i4HVyGgzZxX9kE8aui9h1w42OrWvNa1eKu5AgA9snNTrr0Sb/s400/quiet4.jpg" /> <div></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's by the water and very peaceful. Away from people, but not scary-wild-man-in-the-woods-secluded. Today I took honey & nutmeg coffee and a crisp apple with me.</span></div><div> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403415442973081010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBbl0v6mpjZ-x3Ik8520Io8EwQGPgXANdLDXaFTTHbTY9s9Crl0KUQ_gBx2PJGCwXybsc9doda7swhK_X16NM4falcjsDrQCFirz353Fa6kAomW2utGv49qNyzjj6KX929wOP/s400/quiet2.jpg" />I meditated today on boldness.</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403415178240787602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUsCZYb0d52bLZOtiyQ37ZDUy1skINIzZLNzv7lRhyphenhyphenCSs9e9fm5wQss1ccsqxJVIKHVQhbZS-ctHn-LKxPhG1-yxcsEPtmUz3I9BMIk1Ud2m_06e6ml5AQetg0aid5FSW-FzX/s400/quiet3.jpg" /></div><div align="center">Just one problem... these friggin' evil birds.</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403415531746161218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOam_vDPb9KIhzsStvpKHdF_9bvcqfwKImTMzcYMDyMzTKTLOw5uKMyBZy7YQgB8xq_2YvZzZcSW3y_aNWKOBAi5wIh0uKmiMevt9mzXEBvVTrZefjTwlSMSrpVziuGCiXiTAs/s400/quiet1.jpg" /></div><div><br /> </div><div> </div></div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-57555755483393410932009-11-10T10:50:00.004-05:002009-11-10T11:08:13.837-05:00My Special Hat by Eden Fowler<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eden's class recently did a writing project where they were to write about an object that is very special to them. They were to write very detailed descriptions. Eden's was <strong>very</strong> detailed, just not about the hat. Most of the kids had about 4-5 sentences (I know because I was in there helping one day). Hers was 3 pages.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>My Special Hat (spelling corrected by mom)</em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>My special hat makes me feel like a taxi driver. It is so special. Here, I'll tell you the story. </em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Ring! Ring! It's time to get up! It's the big day! I got up and walked downstairs. Everybody was downstairs. They were all sitting downstairs on the couch and chair. My dad and brother were already dressed, but mom was not. I sat with my mom on the chair. I said, "We're going to Colorado today!" I said, "I am very excited." Soon we packed the rest up in the suitcase. Then me and my mom got dressed. We got our shoes on and drove to the airport. We got in line for the flight. We got through the important stuff and security and we headed for the airplane. We got in the airplane and we buckled in for the flight to Colorado. And we went in the air to Colorado. It took about three hours to get to the other airport and we got out of the airplane. </em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>We walked to the airport. We went to the bathroom and came out and walked to where the bus is and we drove to where we rent your car. And we got a Hummer. A Hummer is kind of like a truck. So you get the idea? "It is so cool, mom." I said. </em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>We are visiting our aunt and uncle and cousins. We drove to their friend's house. It was their birthday. After the birthday party we went to their house. I slept in my cousins room, Hannah. She is very nice. She was three years old and she had curly hair. She loves to play. We went to the zoo and we went camping together.</em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>I have a cousin named Tyler and Hannah and an aunt named Aunt Becky and uncle named Jason. </em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>We went to the mall. I got some stuff like a wallet, glasses and, most importantly, my special hat! (I did not have the hat yet.) I bought the hat, then we went back to their house. Soon, it was time to go back home. We flew home and said, "Hi" to our things. And that is the story.</em></span></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em> </div><div align="justify"><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402507012947096354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLdaIL-34CbGpG6rjcEFTwgoxjLsdW_Sy9YwevbKPZuFT6r9zhyB_ueTrdwE2phK93SxJt5lr1oE52xIR8_lxSgjAtRh4mCW4O_WIUBsba-5LVPYch1R8Wbor6AiCbxIdQp4q/s400/DSCI1478.jpg" /></em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPz6QVgR408V8zvOSBz3uXeMEilftkj4HpaGwbSGACl7u9WnNyuVoUe5WkHvea-MqJBadLZwxpBpWWHdDIwZ-LykDQa8YszoalbuZU0lsRP1vn_hVVISPjjIn1ry67n9mE9cjK/s1600-h/DSCI1478.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-16483201973322642532009-11-09T09:51:00.011-05:002009-11-09T10:02:44.039-05:00How to Rake Leaves<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqB12nBavDjpNy9ysmeVa_sgiKGiuDFeSXCir5z27gqX9GarhKmzMhH7ZUaPxhPc6UJkPsx66dAKwrrdB05UxPBms0hMOuxGpDaquR8E4hvmSNJJDJfKjkgVigDsEjtoe3pmEh/s1600-h/leaves8web.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402118237457906418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqB12nBavDjpNy9ysmeVa_sgiKGiuDFeSXCir5z27gqX9GarhKmzMhH7ZUaPxhPc6UJkPsx66dAKwrrdB05UxPBms0hMOuxGpDaquR8E4hvmSNJJDJfKjkgVigDsEjtoe3pmEh/s320/leaves8web.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gather shovel (and the more appropriate choice, a rake)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDpBzg0KniA1KpCGbn_JHlX-AHmlvHW-ycARnVL_DHZB5ng-MjA2rYrjTpcr5ZWE9gBD-sDp3fZn4djchlPUFckQ4GeJx4e3Ockxkyz84Zg4bByWKw7gqaaJpBFEwOCPTb_Pj/s1600-h/leaves9web.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402118166432912754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDpBzg0KniA1KpCGbn_JHlX-AHmlvHW-ycARnVL_DHZB5ng-MjA2rYrjTpcr5ZWE9gBD-sDp3fZn4djchlPUFckQ4GeJx4e3Ockxkyz84Zg4bByWKw7gqaaJpBFEwOCPTb_Pj/s320/leaves9web.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Start with great enthusiasm.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNiMWsrqfToejI2jbGp9_yELHyKsunh7UdPYkd1ZrpggraEIbrTToegEktWC-uiKrykJV9_aDYVxNhiglSh6w4gn9xJtmi7o5YtmHF40D2Vk6V319R_k3V-UdomHbVF7So46kM/s1600-h/leaves1web.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402118057785451090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNiMWsrqfToejI2jbGp9_yELHyKsunh7UdPYkd1ZrpggraEIbrTToegEktWC-uiKrykJV9_aDYVxNhiglSh6w4gn9xJtmi7o5YtmHF40D2Vk6V319R_k3V-UdomHbVF7So46kM/s320/leaves1web.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Allow reality of job to sink in.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7AC1rPJZ1xvfZAbRdotLZ0WIuHbqO4fK63QI1HrY6YR3w0jVlvAHTFOZJL0Who6vPL-o7C8jXeSVOCFkgza6R1n0nZkZlL7G4g4jxB_BbtHWG5WMNKjTvwMz6R6C1N-_P2Gj/s1600-h/leaves2web.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402117980365617250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF7AC1rPJZ1xvfZAbRdotLZ0WIuHbqO4fK63QI1HrY6YR3w0jVlvAHTFOZJL0Who6vPL-o7C8jXeSVOCFkgza6R1n0nZkZlL7G4g4jxB_BbtHWG5WMNKjTvwMz6R6C1N-_P2Gj/s320/leaves2web.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Watch in amazement as Dad quadriples the effeciency of 3 rakes with 1 leaf blower.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4opvWaUHpAVF5d5XTLQ6jnJxZP04TempwAIc7pbLQDZ46pNNBzNthoVbvvY2d9F68h2SEYfUi9Gn2N5vUaIGVT9NZY_GVibfvBK01vxZbz3f7hx-IPOUp4STprvGTqshDFq3s/s1600-h/leaves3web.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402117864085864770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4opvWaUHpAVF5d5XTLQ6jnJxZP04TempwAIc7pbLQDZ46pNNBzNthoVbvvY2d9F68h2SEYfUi9Gn2N5vUaIGVT9NZY_GVibfvBK01vxZbz3f7hx-IPOUp4STprvGTqshDFq3s/s320/leaves3web.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Romp and play.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChaYtA6Gl0bn8KnprHp2n0JCmRfFhb4uQA2oo8i99mbxWUyw2Fde_KPa9deIi57vGs8di3G0qrs2G41HPfx5CKp7hQcnepVK4jbKbKBsb0yev6FTQwzOad5-g96NVKPHXrc8y/s1600-h/leaves4web.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402117782276652690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChaYtA6Gl0bn8KnprHp2n0JCmRfFhb4uQA2oo8i99mbxWUyw2Fde_KPa9deIi57vGs8di3G0qrs2G41HPfx5CKp7hQcnepVK4jbKbKBsb0yev6FTQwzOad5-g96NVKPHXrc8y/s320/leaves4web.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lay still as Dad buries.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJ3UKfRbwOy8_-PkU8IDfdVwYjvqc1idfnY3zhSpSf9D_hFeWIFmaQCtTRRQGFgUGsAErJM7MDsDZZD6NYSYkMtkWZsN4kkZXMZNcyS7hOX11bQALHu5TuziW_srAOyLM8WZD/s1600-h/leaves6web.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402117649026301682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJ3UKfRbwOy8_-PkU8IDfdVwYjvqc1idfnY3zhSpSf9D_hFeWIFmaQCtTRRQGFgUGsAErJM7MDsDZZD6NYSYkMtkWZsN4kkZXMZNcyS7hOX11bQALHu5TuziW_srAOyLM8WZD/s320/leaves6web.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Leave forlorn dog in the backyard.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-30084652200873991932009-10-28T13:58:00.020-04:002009-10-28T14:28:26.838-04:00Fall Quiet Times<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WUaeZpdxJpNMZBFsoFoYriImI1cSYFdRJMjF5-r8fLx5S5-41dUpF-NJDZ3e8cX1KJChb39HRkb7wOIkBS7LJJLiinGnv44RufJ0XoEUIas8uFunDBhW5B-ka-VUXUZxQxVl/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397718700976033298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3WUaeZpdxJpNMZBFsoFoYriImI1cSYFdRJMjF5-r8fLx5S5-41dUpF-NJDZ3e8cX1KJChb39HRkb7wOIkBS7LJJLiinGnv44RufJ0XoEUIas8uFunDBhW5B-ka-VUXUZxQxVl/s320/blog3.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Today I went to my favorite place for quiet times in the fall. I sat on a damp bench under the trees while golden leaves fell all around me and was <strong>still</strong>, just knowing he is God</span>. </div><div align="justify"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13ysdw-9OhqaJYCebqH0mkwzyUaE04qu5AnYJBqUE3MRBLRFIwh2wjBSm3ZGTZx-3gzbLIEtRRAW95fdnZxmR2BoM4F9Ne9ZPN9RGi8CwSK7qFefzA19PIR6trZXYEkdSF6O_/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397718694119526642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13ysdw-9OhqaJYCebqH0mkwzyUaE04qu5AnYJBqUE3MRBLRFIwh2wjBSm3ZGTZx-3gzbLIEtRRAW95fdnZxmR2BoM4F9Ne9ZPN9RGi8CwSK7qFefzA19PIR6trZXYEkdSF6O_/s320/blog.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My toes got really cold because I insist on still wearing flip flops. I read until my fingers got tingly. My jeans were wet from the rain-soaked ground.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMx3_Du15Xvlvs7ChYAYkXWh3rtci3yWGo-z76Bh1qzuQG7km4-NmFWrNYE51V-L1IE1hVPad0zQv5R9GEfa67Xp_ZHQ2ncZKqsm7JWfC6KdrNHJS30_j-Y47jCNUHttk-DZ6M/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397718689038129410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMx3_Du15Xvlvs7ChYAYkXWh3rtci3yWGo-z76Bh1qzuQG7km4-NmFWrNYE51V-L1IE1hVPad0zQv5R9GEfa67Xp_ZHQ2ncZKqsm7JWfC6KdrNHJS30_j-Y47jCNUHttk-DZ6M/s320/blog2.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I went to Target.<br /></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fbD_cv9ZIEOIrLtqdwwpbK8uqpX_syDn1ZsAYXSotxIzLAqO5edqpOmRg7lBDQtIoBI8sKzEh9WZVfMUQihlHPjwc7pSHQlnuTz6KWlVW-2VQs_sO0weNQJcrppd4zaT6GsI/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"></a></p><br /></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-91645348537895189922009-09-08T13:34:00.005-04:002009-09-08T13:40:27.444-04:00Back To School Cupcakes!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Back to school party happening soon! This <a href="http://sweetshoppedesigns.com/sweetshoppe/product.php?productid=16626&cat=0&page=1"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Who's In School kit by Penny Springmann</span></strong> </a>is so fun. It's a classic school set with lots of untraditional pieces and papers. I am quite sure I'll be using it a lot the next couple weeks, lol!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wsUn-gtOCn41AfpTWZ6NZxEBTHFdTugpd_l7657u2UzjQCZoiG39LXyALg1ylifs4m7QMJo7ZP7rXasrjH0G2-SXm7LXPW_IxwIps__sHtlOybjwuZkJs864tRCt2qoSvzHX/s1600-h/cupcakes3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379152245245131730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wsUn-gtOCn41AfpTWZ6NZxEBTHFdTugpd_l7657u2UzjQCZoiG39LXyALg1ylifs4m7QMJo7ZP7rXasrjH0G2-SXm7LXPW_IxwIps__sHtlOybjwuZkJs864tRCt2qoSvzHX/s320/cupcakes3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tg2wdZzARFlmaEaUdPAaUov0IrGOM5Ib8XY7-0P0vFP_2Ih2B0jLgrmp0wJbgzc6xAm587w8RTGgIzrIWQk77TitFFtaQUc_1MPZHm1UW4jsfPfuxYDR7yG64uIAYNV4hrBS/s1600-h/cupcakes2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379152104061223138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tg2wdZzARFlmaEaUdPAaUov0IrGOM5Ib8XY7-0P0vFP_2Ih2B0jLgrmp0wJbgzc6xAm587w8RTGgIzrIWQk77TitFFtaQUc_1MPZHm1UW4jsfPfuxYDR7yG64uIAYNV4hrBS/s320/cupcakes2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvql1bV5AmagzE6CegTCLG8xCLxyJveFoIUKKyvYRxO58Jg3w9xDwnUzHiI_-fVEFgkHq34-sxd68Jf6JmcxHCHP1hyphenhyphenPp5nOdCdZE5kCK-KYHz4Ex171wXFKwV5_YOyxVQ5oO/s1600-h/cupcakes1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379152011134486530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvql1bV5AmagzE6CegTCLG8xCLxyJveFoIUKKyvYRxO58Jg3w9xDwnUzHiI_-fVEFgkHq34-sxd68Jf6JmcxHCHP1hyphenhyphenPp5nOdCdZE5kCK-KYHz4Ex171wXFKwV5_YOyxVQ5oO/s320/cupcakes1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdnNttb-9Zk6Bh0ZMGUJs0XoL0WuceiASot5a9c7Veiqogn7oOWqNfN9xSRqNR0AfkDcz62QVzklWuq3Zjv4SXDvAGGGbsgDbatHzX3vL77VU3XXetb4gjSh_-vocqvDkHl0u/s1600-h/cupcakes3.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-39068590743211966012009-08-24T11:00:00.002-04:002009-08-24T11:03:09.682-04:00Sweet Shoppe From Our Blog 2 Yours<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw9XSsIHfvosS7OrBTtfyModftJ-aYgKK5B4VSGjqqoUlO1TxK6sFfqOHnwZbYm8KLkfeGetQrlryhceT5U4Mb5fs5lkoWW2MligPv90ifDAX1N6-1MUKpJ7epmzHYZp-EB77/s1600-h/londonnatalieweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373546012285845954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkw9XSsIHfvosS7OrBTtfyModftJ-aYgKK5B4VSGjqqoUlO1TxK6sFfqOHnwZbYm8KLkfeGetQrlryhceT5U4Mb5fs5lkoWW2MligPv90ifDAX1N6-1MUKpJ7epmzHYZp-EB77/s320/londonnatalieweb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One of my favorite summer photos is of Natalie hugging London during Eden's birthday party. I just love the green grass, her shimmery hair and summer dress.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-50930421393762157012009-08-14T09:42:00.002-04:002009-08-14T09:49:26.994-04:00From Our Blog to Yours<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have no idea what's cool or popular in music right now because I'm totally out of tune with the music scene (like my pun?). I just listen to what I like, so this is what I've got for ya ;)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001W3P0VI/ref=dm_mu_dp_trk12?ie=UTF8&qid=1250257548&sr=8-1">Crazier by Taylor Swift</a></span><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00137XH4K/ref=dm_dp_trk7?ie=UTF8&qid=1250257665&sr=8-1"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Somewhere in the Middle by Casting Crowns</span></a>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-83769446382489873152009-08-11T15:12:00.001-04:002009-08-11T15:19:11.618-04:00From Our Blog to Yours<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQaMGvXGYVPjaVrsfzXKgWpPkCIY6ZjV28m6g_xyrC6gxB75vvSPbEk_rnlxI9-QTEFWwqvITXSLO6hGJe5Cg0SANdWB_wi84abWu6X4BmxIOm659yaigrqayBypNTQ179yQOd/s1600-h/paradeweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368787876371025858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQaMGvXGYVPjaVrsfzXKgWpPkCIY6ZjV28m6g_xyrC6gxB75vvSPbEk_rnlxI9-QTEFWwqvITXSLO6hGJe5Cg0SANdWB_wi84abWu6X4BmxIOm659yaigrqayBypNTQ179yQOd/s320/paradeweb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://sweetshoppedesigns.com/blog/?p=1879"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://sweetshoppedesigns.com/blog/?p=1879</span></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Brace yourselves... the Monroe Co. Fair Parade</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><br /><div></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-667699339817388402009-07-28T09:59:00.003-04:002009-07-28T10:04:57.870-04:00Proof that I've forgotten about my blog<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today I was over at </span><a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shannon's blog</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> looking at archives of her </span><a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/2008/06/works-for-me-th.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Works for Me Wednesday's</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> for summer activites for kids. One of the links was 'punishment essays' by a blogger named Val. I thought to myself, "What kind of a mother would think punishing her kid is a summer activity??? Hey, her name is the same as mine. I'm going to check her out."</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was brought to </span><a href="http://whenvalgalsitsdown.blogspot.com/2008/06/works-for-me-wednesday-punishment.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">this blog</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><p align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Facebook has killed the blogging stars.</span></p>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-8158282193081466532009-03-28T19:47:00.001-04:002009-03-28T19:47:34.605-04:00From Our Blog to Yours<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><br /><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><br /><strong>You Are Facebook</strong><br /></font></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoufacebookmyspaceortwitterquiz/facebook.jpg" height="100" width="100"></center><br /><font color="#000000"><br />You are social, outgoing, and excited to connect to your friends.<br /><br />You are interested in your friends' lives, and you enjoy adding your opinion to the mix.<br /><br /><br /><br />While you enjoy sharing online, you don't want everyone to know your business.<br /><br />You value your privacy. Your life is an open book to those you know but not to strangers.<br /></font></td></tr></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoufacebookmyspaceortwitterquiz/">Are You Facebook, MySpace, or Twitter?</a></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-1737130608047426542009-03-23T12:13:00.001-04:002009-03-23T12:13:13.182-04:00Hello Kitty Cookies<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30360780@N02/3119016638/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3119016638_54f59c949b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/30360780@N02/3119016638/">Hello Kitty Cookies</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/30360780@N02/">sushi♥ina</a></span><br clear="all" /><p>The little girl inside is going nuts.</p>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-57161894237183627652009-03-21T21:48:00.000-04:002009-03-21T21:49:31.068-04:00From Our Blog to Yours<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Umm, yeah, whatever. I ain't buyin' it.</span><br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody><tr><td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"><br /><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" ><br /><strong>You Are Chocolate</strong><br /></span></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><br /><center><img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouchocolateorvanillaquiz/chocolate.jpg" width="100" /></center><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />You are dramatic, charming, and downright addicting.<br /><br />You have a strong personality, and and people are drawn to your fabulousness.<br /><br /><br /><br />You are stimulating and exciting. It's hard to get tired of you.<br /><br />You are incredibly likable and popular. You live a glorious life.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouchocolateorvanillaquiz/">Are You Chocolate or Vanilla?</a></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-20959683250170988472009-03-19T16:06:00.002-04:002009-03-19T16:10:52.643-04:00Progress!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's actually happening!</span><b><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/16bly6p.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2vmbrb7.jpg" border="0" /></a> </b><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This will soon be a dark, chocolate brown. Floors are being stripped and sanded. Hardwear on all our cabinets stripped... finally getting pretty!</span></p><strong><br /><br /></strong>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-36681337726686006112009-03-19T08:40:00.002-04:002009-03-19T08:45:03.515-04:00Sweet Shoppe From Our Blog 2 Yours 3/12<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My favorite Girl Scout cookie? Mmm... this year we did not sell cookies because we aren't participating at all. Gynmastics 2x a week is enough after-school activity for one 6-year-old. My favorite has been the Lemonades, but alas, they are no longer making them. It's a crime! Beginning this year the lemon variation is the Lemon Chalet Cremes. I've yet to try them, but there is no way, NO WAY, that they are better than the Lemonades. What is this world coming to?</span></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-22417408616325135892009-03-19T08:34:00.001-04:002009-03-19T08:36:05.398-04:005th Grade Spelling<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ok, so when exactly does spelling improve? This came home in Johnny's <em>report card</em>.</span><br><br /><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/ehmdkw.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"></a>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-81077960263686360672009-03-08T12:46:00.003-04:002009-03-08T12:48:42.728-04:00Do I need an excuse...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to make this <a href="http://www.parenting.com/recipes-article/Recipes/Birthday_Parties/How-to-make-a-french-fries-cake">fantabulous cake</a>? An un-birthday party perhaps?</span><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2qstown.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"> </p>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-36932939152215132022009-03-06T14:17:00.000-05:002009-03-06T14:18:33.658-05:00From Our Blog to YoursSSD Blog Challenge :)<br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody><tr><td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"><br /><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" ><br /><strong>Your Daisies Say You're Very Resilient</strong><br /></span></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><br /><center><img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdotheflowersyoupicksayaboutyouquiz/daisies.jpg" width="100" /></center><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />You have a spirt of pure optimism. Your view of the world is eternally cheerful.<br /><br />You are bold and vibrant. Incredibly striking, you always stand out in a crowd.<br /><br /><br /><br />You are adaptable and flexible. You can thrive in almost any situation.<br /><br />You are often under estimated. Your critics and enemies are in for a surprise.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdotheflowersyoupicksayaboutyouquiz/">What Do The Flowers You Pick Say About You?</a></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-60504225062890007812009-02-19T08:21:00.004-05:002009-02-19T08:22:32.966-05:00Sweet Shoppe From Our Blog 2 Yours<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I do not agree with one, single part of this, lol! I do, however, find the emotion parts interesting because it is something I have been pondering on this last month.<br /></span><br /></div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody><tr><td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"><br /><span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" ><br /><strong>You Are a Chief</strong><br /></span></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><br /><center><img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.gif" width="100" /></center><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />You are a cohesive force - able to bring many people together for a common cause.<br /><br />You tend to excel in work situations, but you also facilitate a lot of social gatherings too.<br /><br />Beyond being a good leader, you are good at inspiring others.<br /><br />You also keep your powerful emotions in check - you know when to emote and when to repress.<br /><br /><br /><br />Your strength: Emotional maturity beyond your years<br /><br /><br /><br />Your weakness: Wearing yourself down with too many responsibilities<br /><br /><br /><br />Your power color: Crimson red<br /><br /><br /><br />Your power symbol: Snowflake<br /><br /><br /><br />Your power month: September<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/">What Does Your Birth Date Mean?</a></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-70869070884294825682009-02-16T22:23:00.003-05:002009-02-16T22:31:42.532-05:00Well whatdaya know?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was just thinking this week, "I miss blogging." I have nothing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">spectacular</span> to say, I just miss chattering away about nothing. I was getting ready to post such a thing when I got an a note from <a href="http://www.todaysmama.com/"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Today's Mama</span></strong></a> that they're going to feature <a href="http://whenvalgalsitsdown.blogspot.com/2008/08/show-me-happy.html"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">one of my posts</span></strong></a> in their February Posts of Note article. Fun! So now I will get back to actually posting to my blog ;)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">(And BOY do I ever need to update my header)</span></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-77284902908797502402008-12-19T09:46:00.002-05:002008-12-19T09:52:27.157-05:00Holy snow storm!<div align="justify">We're in the middle of a crazy storm... a lasagna that goes like this: ice, snow, ice. Kids and John are home. Johnny is using his logic by sitting inside and watching TV. Eden is out playing in the hail/rain/sleet/snow.<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/zn4ufn.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/f3zubm.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify"><br /><br />She is ingeniously holding a shovel over her head because hail started falling... bouncing off of the ice crusted snow.<br /><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"></a><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/r90j77.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-25839018118504774722008-12-18T08:49:00.003-05:002008-12-18T08:56:29.128-05:00Christmas Memories<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have been torturing myself by shuffling through old Christmas photos this week. I get so weepy seeing how young my kids (heck, and John and myself as well) were and how much they've changed. Life is so different! I've forgotten how consuming they were as little kids, what a busy mommy I was. Everytime I look at these photos I say to whoever is around, "Oh! I remember this Christmas. Eden was just learning to sit on her own." or "This was the last year we were able to have a real tree." So it got me thinking... I have <strong>got</strong> to write all these little things down before they completely are forgotten. I'm pulling up those photos now and scrapping them. It was really easy till 2002, our pre-digi cam days. Had to dig through the closet and find actual, paper photos and scan them in. Maybe I'll end up printing a Shutterfly book for these. I'll try to do 10 years worth of Christmas's, starting with me and John's first Christmas in 1997.</span><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/o0qou1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/1ovxg8.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/xle13a.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify"><br /></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-71585725977626216272008-11-26T08:57:00.003-05:002008-11-26T09:01:36.648-05:00<p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/25zh4dz.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I decided to go a little non-traditional this year with the Christmas card. A couple of months ago our amazing Holly spoke out <strong>Revelation 1:12-16</strong> during Sunday worship. I had read the passage before, but it never really got into my head till she read it that day. It is an incredible description of Jesus. I turn to it now and read it often. I picture those blazing eyes and I want to crumble. </span></p><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And now it's nearing Christmas, and every picture I will see of Jesus for the next month will be of him wrapped up in blankets and snug inside a feeding trough. These are fine images, don't misunderstand me, but I think America too often dwells on JUST that image of him... of him being quiet and serene and helpless... and cute (though I'm sure he was. I have only seen a handful of UN-cute babies, so the odds are in his favor.) With all our concentration these days of Jesus being active and moving, it reminds me that He didn't just come to earth as a chubby little baby to take cool gifts from strangers. </span><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>HE CAME TO EARTH</strong> </span><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He came in the form of an infant, though he is wild and untame and powerful and fierce and pure and amazing and beyond anything that I can imagine is beautiful. The night of our dear savior's birth... and of the <strong>Mighty lion of Judah's</strong>. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"I turned around to see the voice that wasspeaking to me.. . . he was dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a goldensash around his chest. His head and hair werewhite like wool, as white as snow, and his eyeswere like a blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice waslike the sound of rushing waters. In his righthand he held seven stars and out of his mouth came a sharp, double-edged sword. Hisface was like the sun shining in all its brilliance."</span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, it could get interesting when my family receives these cards.<br /></span></div>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-90077070179290289492008-11-15T09:56:00.002-05:002008-11-15T09:58:29.919-05:00Weird<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I haven't posted to the ol' blog-erino in ages, but this is so weird I knew I had to post it as soon as I heard it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While playing Uno with the kids I made a comment about the red cards</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Me: The red cards remind me of tomato soup.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Johnny: They remind me of tomato soup too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Eden: They remind me of the blood of Christ.</span>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10665304.post-23226431418152507062008-10-21T16:08:00.002-04:002008-10-21T16:14:04.155-04:00New Bag<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I liked making this one a lot. The front has two pockets for all the papers that always get stuffed to the bottom of my purse. That pink plaid is to die for. Had a little trouble with getting the straps attached to those rings. Will have to work on that technique a little more. But I loooove the pom poms and ric rac. Yummy!</span><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/27zi4pd.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/11ug36x.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2hfl5k4.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10902220696520892950noreply@blogger.com2