<?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-7991415371219936859</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:57:41.387-07:00</updated><category term='last posting for aol journals'/><category term='healing'/><category term='prolife'/><category term='pro-life'/><category term='pms'/><category term='women&apos;s health'/><category term='Middle School'/><category term='silentday.org'/><category term='Zane'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='pro-choic'/><category term='periods'/><category term='women over 30'/><title type='text'>Hunybea's Open Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>You have happen upon my journal and OH LOOK! IT IS OPEN FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE! Tempted to read it? To enter into my thoughts and my rants, to see my World View. 
Who knows what I will put in here today..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-3689675483476992887</id><published>2009-06-07T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:51:00.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly what I would of said If I blogged about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a&lt;a href="http://no-apologies-round2.blogspot.com/2009/06/vigilantism-is-bad-no-matter-who-its.html"&gt; link to my friend's &lt;/a&gt;blog who conveys almost to a T what I would of written or the thoughts I have had swirling around on the subject of Tiller and his murder. I know it's been over a week since this event but it's a big heavy deal and I have had so much going on but dying to blog about it. So if you are wondering what I have to say, Lazy Mary is pointing you here &lt;a href="http://no-apologies-round2.blogspot.com/2009/06/vigilantism-is-bad-no-matter-who-its.html"&gt;http://no-apologies-round2.blogspot.com/2009/06/vigilantism-is-bad-no-matter-who-its.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SiyYLwGDkqI/AAAAAAAAANc/ufaXhpj47fw/s1600-h/IMG_4849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344814185438220962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SiyYLwGDkqI/AAAAAAAAANc/ufaXhpj47fw/s320/IMG_4849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7991415371219936859-3689675483476992887?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3689675483476992887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/exactly-what-i-would-of-said-if-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3689675483476992887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3689675483476992887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/exactly-what-i-would-of-said-if-i.html' title='Exactly what I would of said If I blogged about it'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SiyYLwGDkqI/AAAAAAAAANc/ufaXhpj47fw/s72-c/IMG_4849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-1918732588142783361</id><published>2009-05-03T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:27:05.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/110/l_a88d6378eacc436383af6e319ff83e59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 447px" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/110/l_a88d6378eacc436383af6e319ff83e59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a meeting at Central Office for work Friday.  The nurse on staff is flipping out about the swine flue and MERSA and stocked us up on these masks and gloves and hand sterilizer.  Gloves, yes, hand sterilizer, yes.. but this mask LMBO!!! Can you imagine me walking into your house with one of these on?  I would think this would scare ppl more than anything.. If they are sick.. I am not going in and if I am sick... I am not going out anywhere.  But yes as far as I am up to date with the news there have been 2 cases in Missouri reported but none near me.  I do hear these masks are all the new fashion rage in New York.. where the virus has the most reporting in the country.  In all honesty I think the virus is smaller then what this mask would hold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/74/l_daddbebd181c4ce99eb02589147a4999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/74/l_daddbebd181c4ce99eb02589147a4999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me And My Old Many on my cell phone camera.  Yes I love him even if he is starting to get big scary with where his wild imagination is taking him.  If he keeps it up I don't know how much I can keep laughing it off and start to get real pissed off.&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;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/81/l_0f97e97833574a70bd96da4b338a8634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/81/l_0f97e97833574a70bd96da4b338a8634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmmmmmmmmmm!! wish I could of ate the whole plate my neighbors made of these yummy chocolates.  The desire is there but my tummy is unwilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/103/l_a31dfdf11ed34e009e50bdfb22203bac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 419px" alt="" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/103/l_a31dfdf11ed34e009e50bdfb22203bac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/85/l_27f8ae99b9f34999a93d7023e0148b11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 599px" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/85/l_27f8ae99b9f34999a93d7023e0148b11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You may see the handsome fly teenager going off to the dance.. I still see my baby boy 3yrs old running around yelling his head off "I'm the Bam Bamm"  I tried not to cry as he was getting ready or be too embarrassing.  You know I embarrass him with any innocent comment and am rezined to not even ask how the dance went or how many girls he danced with or any of the natural questions you would ask.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the weekend recap with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to get the van back but its still a mess.  Josh left tonight for out of town and I am determined to get this house all together for his mother.  She should be here this time next week.  And this time next week I will have missed my sis's baby shower and Mother's Day with my mom.  They are still trying to convince me to come up even if they get me a ride and pay for it but it just isn't going to happen. *insert big pout here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7991415371219936859-1918732588142783361?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1918732588142783361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-recap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/1918732588142783361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/1918732588142783361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-recap.html' title='The weekend recap'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-567105168569167201</id><published>2009-04-29T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:57:35.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it be ok again?</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to start... been almost 3 months since I have really blogged, confided and vented to what used to be my favorite thing to do for years... and now I have almost no desire to write, be online, or even look at my e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew things would be getting harder, a fire being turned up for our benefit, I just was not ready to face it and really grow.   I am happy, no, not happy but content with just getting by, a nice comfortable spot to dig in, hunker down and wait.  God must be laughing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One disappointment after another, feels like Satan is working OVER TIME on me and my family.  But I don't want to give him all the credit either.. I am human after all and still have problems with this old dead flesh and not making the right choices.  If everything is a test.. then I must be failing miserably.  How far does God's Grace really go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I am not alone in feeling this way or going threw hard times.   Forgive me for not keeping up and being in my own drama filled world.. I know that is not how it is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to my van missing out of my drive way and nasty dark skid marks trailing from where it had been.  Stolen?.. Nope.. REPO, with my purse and work papers still in the vehicle.  I had to miss a day of work to figure out who, what, when and where and how to get my belongings back and what it is going to take to get our van back.  Josh is out of town working (thankful he is working but so much for that no more working out of town promise) and tried to do what he can from where he is.  I had figure out how to pay $50 to not even get to see my van but to have my things handed to me in a trash bag.  So humiliating!  After all is said and done it's going to be $2,000 to get my main mode of transportation back.  We are almost half way threw the loan and it will be so ridiculous to let it go now.  We are going to try everything we can to get it together by Friday but it may be longer.. if we can arrange for it not to be taken to auction. I have to have a car to drive for work.. or I am no good at that job.. I drive all over the county from client to client. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many new lows can we face.. I dare not ask because I am afraid to find out the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all that I have to cancel my trip home to see my sister and mother next weekend for Mother's Day and the baby shower.  You don't even know how excited I was to see them.. its been 2years since I have seen my family and I had already canceled going on ladies retreat last month with church because of issues going on at home with me and my husband. (am not even going to go into all that here and now.. gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait.. there's more!!  My mother in law is moving in with us.  She needed a place to "camp out for awhile" and we are excited to have her but I thought I was going to have more time to set up and get ready for her.  Originally we had talked about the weekend after Mother's Day.. but now it's moved up to Mother's Day weekend.  I have little over a week to get soooooooooooo much done!  And limited funds, if any to get by on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so that is the negatives, surely I can find positives to help lift me up some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times like theses you find out who your real friends are.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Mother In Law and know I can learn alot from her (she is an awesome cook, she can sew, she loves scrapbooking and is very crafty,it's spring and she loves to garden and Josh still snaps to attention when she says his full name).&lt;br /&gt;An extra hand around the house will be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a job even if my schedule keeps fluctuating.&lt;br /&gt;Josh is working and can be home on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can go visit my family instead when my sister's baby is born.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in a size 10 and really am just 10 pounds away from being at my H.S. weight (although that is not always a positive.. I get bad attention cuz I look so good lol and my hubby has become insanely jealous  and that fuels other issues.  I am teasing that I am going to gain the weight back and maybe that will make things better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when will it be ok again?  I don't know.  I know I feel alot better that I have vented here and got a few&lt;em&gt; Me Time&lt;/em&gt; minuets doing it.  I miss you blog and blog friends!!  Things being ok is a relative state of mind maybe.. I really still want to believe with God all things are possible and I am still after all a princes because I am the daughter to the King Of Kings.. Daddy!!! Help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-567105168569167201?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/567105168569167201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-will-it-be-ok-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/567105168569167201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/567105168569167201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-will-it-be-ok-again.html' title='When will it be ok again?'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8740206261099135945</id><published>2009-02-18T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:40:25.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the day I had yesterday, I deserved a home spa night!</title><content type='html'>I am going to try and NOT complain... but yesterday SUCKED!!!  Work situations that I am obligated not to talk about and then extreme disappointment about a bra order that I had to cancel due to poor, very very poor customer service.. they lost alot of money from me and I will not be referring any one to &lt;a href="http://www.brashop.com/SearchResult.aspx"&gt;Ann's Bra Shop&lt;/a&gt; ever again.  I used to L O V E that place.  I have been getting my bras from them since I needed nursing bras with Lilly and Sophia.  I would tell everyone I know who needed good foundations that was THE place to go and worth the little extra. There is amost nothing in the world to make you feel so good about your self then a bra that fits correctly.  But not anymore.  I went three weeks ago to use the gift certificate Josh got me for Christmas.  I got fitted and found the style I really liked (since the one I loved was discontinued in my new size).  They only had one color in my size so I ordered 3 more in black and white. When I find something I like I try and stick to it, I hate change. It was promised to arrive in a week and I would be called.  Two weeks went by so Josh and I went up there to check if it came in... THEY HAD BEEN PUT ON THE FLOOR AND SOLD!  So I reordered them last Monday with direct shipping to my house.. they promised it would be here by Friday. I also bought an expensive swimsuit (it was 50% off but still pricey for me)  Well the bra's had not come so we called up there yesterday..... and they had JUST ordered them the day before and said it would take 2-4 weeks to come in.  I am leaving this week and I only have ONE bra that fits right!  I normally don't go off on people but this was too much.  I got a refund and Ugh, now I have to go bra shopping!  Do you understand how much I dislike shopping??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But talk about the gift that keeps on giving.  For my Birthday I received a nice goodie bag of spa products from the church I was a guest speaker at.  I almost forgot all about it but decided I deserved a nice long soak in the bath last night. I rediscovered all the marvelous bath products.  I will be raving about &lt;a href="http://www.thevillagecompany.com/"&gt;Village Naturals &lt;/a&gt;brand for ever and ever.  I already had some of their stress relief and muscle relief lotions but the  mineral bath soak and body scrub was new to me.  I started with the bath soak and used a really nice facial mask.  Then I used the sugar body scrub.  I smell like sugar cookies now (hubby can't resist, its his fav cookie lol)  Then I used the feet lotion and socks over night.  I am soooooooooooo soft and refreshed!  My skin looks awesome!  I need to do that more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.. today is another new day.  Positives.. I don't have to get up at the butt crack of dawn every day for work anymore.  I have a little extra time at home (Josh has been whinny about how much I have been working lately.. now he gets his wish but less money).  One more day till I go on vacation!!!!  I get to pack today and am sooooooooooo excited about my get away!!   The only negative today.. I have to get out of bed LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8740206261099135945?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8740206261099135945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-day-i-had-yesterday-i-deserved.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8740206261099135945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8740206261099135945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-day-i-had-yesterday-i-deserved.html' title='After the day I had yesterday, I deserved a home spa night!'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-2175851164414354631</id><published>2009-02-14T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:42:12.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day!  Today is supposed to be all about L O V E.  For some it is just another day, a made up holiday.  For others a day set apart to be with your sweetie and be all gushy and gooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much as been written about Love, songs, books, poems.  Money may make the world go round but Love is the axis it spins on.  I was pondering on the word Love and what God has to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;"What's Love Got To Do With It" Tina may sing but God says love is EVERYTHING, everything has to do with love.. its about relationships, with him, with you, with the world.  Love is not just a feeling but an action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. "&lt;br /&gt;"For God so Loved the world"&lt;br /&gt;"Greatest of these is love"&lt;br /&gt;"Love eachother as I have loved you"&lt;br /&gt;"Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion I have to love everyone.. I may not have to like people all the time but I am compelled to love.  God loved me so much he died for me, forgave me, and redeemed me.  If he did so much for me, what little thing is it for me to share that love with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you love people in a wicked world?  Trying to figure that out and work past some of my own hurts and pain.  But I do know that to love some one you tell them the truth, you don't lie, and you are in many ways a servant who does what you can and try not to expect anything in return, rewards come later.  Do I do that?  I try, but I am not perfect (yet).  Do people take advantage of me.. yup but there is a peace when you do what you know you were commanded to do. God can take what was meant for harm and work it for his glory.  He knows my heart and that is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I have done something nice, it's not because I am fake or trying to somehow gain something .  It is just part of my new nature.  Kindness, a smile, a hug, or just a listening ear sometimes makes all the difference in some one's day.. in their life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD LOVES YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-2175851164414354631?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2175851164414354631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2175851164414354631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2175851164414354631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html' title='WHAT&apos;S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-9214764814078447324</id><published>2009-02-07T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:02:57.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uptate on my health.  Before &amp; After Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SY2bZsTMV6I/AAAAAAAAANM/BEqXChuw6ag/s1600-h/christmas+%2707+and+play+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300063202175637410" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SY2bZsTMV6I/AAAAAAAAANM/BEqXChuw6ag/s320/christmas+%2707+and+play+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me NewYears Eve 'O7 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SY2dC5PNV4I/AAAAAAAAANU/2iFxoEqlqwA/s1600-h/Mary+with+an+M.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300065009534850946" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SY2dC5PNV4I/AAAAAAAAANU/2iFxoEqlqwA/s320/Mary+with+an+M.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me two weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in January I mentioned that I was going to the doctors for a physical. My weight loss has been concerning to some of those close to me. Since October my appetite has drastically changed and I have lost a ton of weight. I can't say the exact amount.. I refuse to own a scale but I go by how my clothes fit. I've gone from a 16/18 in jeans to currently a 10 and have gone down a cup size in bras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I did weigh in at the doctors I thought the scale was lying at 185.. surely I weigh less but maybe I was just that fat before and am now coming to realize how overweight I am. I look like a totally different person from a year ago. I went to the doctors again for follow up and have lost another 10 pounds in just 4 weeks. My first thought was... WOW just 25 more pounds and I will weigh about what I did before I had my first child... and I did the math in my head on how long it would take to get there if I kept at the rate I am at. I really want to start exercising and maybe join a gym to stay motivated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My doctor did blood work and a chest x-ray last month. The chest x-ray was normal. THANK GOD. But my blood work ,the white cell count was up. She placed me on one of those 5 day antibiotics and retested me. It went down but not enough to make her happy. I went back in this last week for the follow up and told her maybe to test my urine.. I can have infection with out even knowing. We talked about that and my teeth. That seems to be her conclusion. I do have a slight blatter infection and I have to make my teeth a priority. I have no doubt my teeth may be a big cause of infection right now. When I had my wisdom tooth pulled in September the oral surgeon said he would not pull any more until I went to the dentist and came up with a plan. I know they all got to go and I need fake ones. I have known that for 5 years but have not had the money or the courage to get it done. Well dang.. I guess I can't keep putting it off if it is effecting my health, huh?  It would be nice to have a big toothy smile again.. notice you will not see any pics of me posted with a open smile?  They are bad bad.. a big source of embarassment for me.  I almost don't want to go see my friend untill I have it done but the flight is booked, no going back now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my doctor if she was concerned about my weight loss and my appetite.. No not really. She seem to agree with me that my stomic has changed and it is my choice that I am loosing weight.. if I don't want to.. then eat more. That did not make my husband happy.. cuz he sees me at dinner time agonizing over a full plate of food.. wanting to eat it but only able to have a couple bites. Sometimes I am on the verge of tears because I am so mad that I can't eat what I really want to.  Maybe what I really want to eat is not healthy and is too much in the first place. I look at the portions we give the kids.. portions I can't even eat right now. They finish it easily and ask for seconds. IDK.. maybe Josh is right.. I am developing an eating disorder &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I say that in the most sarcastic, joking way possible, so not the case here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am on another round of antibiotics and have an appointment in three weeks with the doctor...again. Now I see why my clients hate having all those doctor appointments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got our taxes back and have paid on bills. I need to let this sink in and be happy about it... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE HOUSE IS ALL CAUGHT UP! WE ARE OFFICIALLY CURRENT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That is so much stress off of us. Now if we can keep the payments perfect for the next year we can refinance. Spring is coming and work should be opening up for my hubby and I am due for a raise at my job. If anything is going to be good for my health and stress level it will be that. Josh getting back to work and us having our bills paid! We are doing ok now.. but it is a balancing act. I know its the same for almost everyone right now. I can't tell you how many people I know and meet that are laid off or are about to be. Missouri has one of the highest unemployment rates and they say it has not been this bad since the 30's. The state had to BORROW money from the fed to cover unemployment and I know they are making people jump threw hoops to get the small amount that is supposed to be available to those who qualify.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-9214764814078447324?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9214764814078447324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/uptate-on-my-health-before-after-pics.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/9214764814078447324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/9214764814078447324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/uptate-on-my-health-before-after-pics.html' title='Uptate on my health.  Before &amp; After Pics'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SY2bZsTMV6I/AAAAAAAAANM/BEqXChuw6ag/s72-c/christmas+%2707+and+play+216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8258870705554475209</id><published>2009-02-05T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:47:11.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning a trip to TX</title><content type='html'>I love MYSPACE.  Thanks to it I have gotten back intouch with so many old friends in the past year.  It's awesome!!  I have found with some people you can go 15yrs with out talking and pick right back up. and other people well.. maybe there is a reason they were out of your life in the first place (lol jk).  Times and seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had moved around a lot growing up.  I really don't have one particular place that I feel like is a home town.  Around here in rural MO everyone you meet the first thing they ask is "where ya from" because you know it's obvious I am not from around here lol.  Instead of taking 10 min to explain I went to 5 different high schools, lived in three different states, and been in this area for over 3 years, I say "I'm from all over".  Just easier and quicker that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find some one from my past and actually get to talk and catch up, it's like roots.  They knew me way back when and knew MY FAMILY. They can in some ways understand certain things about me and in another laugh at how I am so different now or in some ways the same.  A connection to my past that for some reason God is bringing my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to be planning a trip to TX to see one of these friends from way back.  Hoping to be going at the end of the month for a long weekend.  A mini vacation, a girls weekend and no kids or hubby.  This will give me a chance to recharge and come back with different perspectives and appreciations.  Sounds like I am going to need to dig out some summer clothes!  And besides I have always wanted to see the Alamo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8258870705554475209?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8258870705554475209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/planning-trip-to-tx.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8258870705554475209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8258870705554475209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/planning-trip-to-tx.html' title='Planning a trip to TX'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-6836777416340965718</id><published>2009-01-22T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:05:37.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT AMUSED</title><content type='html'>I think some one is messing with me.. its not cute, I have enough crazy in my life.  STEP OFF SATAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pretty lax with my e-mail so I have just about over 400 of them sitting there but I browse threw them when I can and try and read the personal ones and skip the dozen or so lists I am subscribed to.  This week I noticed all of a sudden I am getting welcome e-mails from Parents.com and Huggies, and Babynetwork and the such.. like DOZENS of these in the last few days.  And I am not just talking a generic greeting but with my full name and sometimes my home address for confirmation.  The first one I opened was one about due date calculator and stages of pregnancy... I have to tell you the truth, my heart wretched and sank as far as it could. And just now one about how my baby is now 3weeks old and how to deal with the sleep deprivation.  If you remember I have been going threw baby craving badly lately and I have just about reconciled the fact that I am having no more (although embryo adoption perked my ears when I heard about it on the radio the other day).  And I am having all sorts of emotions springing with this being the big week for Pro-Life events... the worst time for anyone to EVEN JOKE about me and babies!  I am crying at the drop of a hat.. hormones in part likely but THIS does not help what so ever.  I would like to assume the best but it feels like a very cruel slap right now.  I have questioned the kids to see if they signed up on accident on lists or entered my e-mail on any webpages.. ofcourse they didn't and never would with out permission first but the only pregnant person I know personally is my sister who is 5months along and she would never use my address for anything. She lives in a whole other State.   I just find the whole thing messed up and crap that I have to unsubscribe to all these e-mail list about a sensitive subject right now, that I have no clue how I got on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that was it, ok what ever but things are getting strange.  My cell was cut off two days ago and I am going threw major withdrawals.. I depend so much on my phone and helps me feel connected and available if anything happens to the kids while I am at work.  I don't have a work number I can be reached at... I am all over the place for work and my cell is MORE than a convenience to me.  Likely the cells wont get back on till next week if we can pay the bill.  I NEVER give my home phone # out for work until now and even then it was to only 3 people, trusted people.  When I got home today on my answering machine was a message for a lady saying she had a message to call _insert boss's name_ at this number and how disappointed no one was available, she really needs to make an appointment.. she talked with _boss's name_ and would like a call back. and left her number.  It matched up with the name and number on the caller ID.  I can't even go into all the ins and outs but that is NOT how things are done and it was very off. My number is no where near the office number, not even the same area code or county.   Ofcourse I right away called my boss asking if she knew this lady and what she was talking about, did I miss something and all that.  My boss had NO CLUE what or who I was talking about and said she would NEVER give my home number out like that and that I should disregard it, maybe some one got confused.  OK I can understand clients getting confused, I work with elderly people but SOME ONE gave this person my number and how ironic that it's my private home number.  Call me paranoid maybe but I just don't like it nor appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously getting weirded out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-6836777416340965718?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6836777416340965718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-amused.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6836777416340965718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6836777416340965718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-amused.html' title='NOT AMUSED'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-891621162308431730</id><published>2009-01-21T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:11:57.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Wearing Black For The Rest Of The Week~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXeYQLyW3mI/AAAAAAAAAM8/D4CXr2HF3oo/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293867290806640226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXeYQLyW3mI/AAAAAAAAAM8/D4CXr2HF3oo/s320/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXeYCODnIzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-EK1ytMBBX8/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293867050897711922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXeYCODnIzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-EK1ytMBBX8/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off my necklace &amp;amp; earrings I got for my B-day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXeXtreQlsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0PS324C5XRs/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293866698016855746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXeXtreQlsI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0PS324C5XRs/s320/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Birthday Princess Tiara&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 wish I had not waited so long to blog about last weekend and my Birthday.  Now it's not fresh and I don't even know where to start, I really want to write about why I am wearing black for the rest of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just keep it short and sweet.  Holding on by what it feels like just fingernails but I am looking forward to that turn in the bend, I have to hope its up ahead. And I am resolved not to complain when there are so many blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I was carried over the weekend, that's how I got threw it, thanks for prayers!  My Birthday was about like the last few, can I still say I'm only 29?  My Mom and siblings all got my age wrong lol but that's ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the big Historical Presidential Inauguration of our 44th.  And now you know why I am in mourning and wearing black.  I cried down on my knees when Rick Warren was praying the invocation "Lord Mercy, I know there is no turning back now".  For one, if you are into End Time study and avid news watcher.. YOU KNOW what I'm talking about and for another all the rivers of blood that will be flowing because this Pro-choice administration is going to repeal and make it all the more easier to continue this American Holocaust.  I know everyone is overwhelmed with some kind of hope in our new Pres, I can't help but wish for the best too, but I am afraid this country IS going to get what she asked for and has no clue. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7991415371219936859-891621162308431730?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/891621162308431730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/wearing-black-for-rest-of-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/891621162308431730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/891621162308431730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/wearing-black-for-rest-of-week.html' title='~Wearing Black For The Rest Of The Week~'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXeYQLyW3mI/AAAAAAAAAM8/D4CXr2HF3oo/s72-c/DSC00420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-3736953430887806967</id><published>2009-01-16T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:47:19.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro-life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro-choic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>There is Hope, There is Healing, There is Forgivness, part of my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my memorial to my baby:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXB5bO1YjKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bAOVIbNSEFY/s1600-h/beautiful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291863070905765026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXB5bO1YjKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bAOVIbNSEFY/s320/beautiful.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2And a certain man lame from his mother's womb was carried, whom they laid daily at the gate of the temple which is called &lt;strong&gt;Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;, to ask alms of them that entered into the temple; 3Who seeing Peter and John about to go into the temple asked an alms. 4And Peter, fastening his eyes upon him with John, said, Look on us. 5And he gave heed unto them, expecting to receive something of them. 6Then Peter said, Silver and gold have I none; but such as I have give I thee: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth rise up and walk.&lt;br /&gt;7And he took him by the right hand, and lifted him up: and immediately his feet and ankle bones received strength. 8And he leaping up stood, and walked, and entered with them into the temple, walking, and leaping, and praising God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In so many ways I was that beggar at the gate called Beautiful. My wounds were not physical per say, but I did need healing and looked for outlets begging for a remedy. I could give you statistics and facts about post abortive women (and men) who link depression, drug use, relationship problems, spiritual problems, trouble connecting with children and some who may even abuse future children they may have, or seek a replacement baby, and some who can never have children at all because of that one choice. There is a saying, abortion doesn't solve anything but create more problems, you only end up with a dead child and a wounded mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292341471977057186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXIsh1tCq6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/572shRObR8s/s320/DVC02558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I had my abortion I was 15, had just moved back to a small town with my family for a "get back on our feet stay" with grandma. I had made the mistake of telling one of my friends about what had happen. I honestly don't remember telling anyone but I do remember my mom saying Don't Ever Talk About It again. God bless my mother, I love her so and have forgiven her for any part she played in the killing of my child but when some one is going threw post traumatic stress.. and that is exactly what it is like for a women/girl after she has gone threw it, the worst thing is to encourage them to stuff it down deep and never talk about it. But that is what I did. And that is normal apparently too.. many women can not face what has happen or what they have done for years after the fact. When they do face it they either become very pro-life or very pro-choice.. depending how they seek to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you how it effected me personally. I couldn't look at my family in the eye for a long time, especially my grandmother for some reason. Overwhelming shame but at first relief.. oh this problem is over. But I knew I had become yet another one of the family secrets that doesn't get talk about or if it does just not in front of me. I did get in a fist fight with my bother one time after he called me a baby killer in one of our verbal abuse sessions.. that was ugly. I had a lot of trust issues too, I trusted those who loved me to protect me and they basically lead me like a lamb to slaughter, and deep down I was so angry about that. I was angry and distrusting afterward at the father, who had real no say in the matter besides "dang not again" Apparently I was not the first girl in his life to kill one of his children but he didn't discourage me from it either. He was not the love of my life to say the least, I was on rebound and dealing with family issues when we got involved.. alcohol was in the mix and then I moved away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had problems looking at pregnant women.. one of my friends at the time was almost 6 months along.. new friend and she had no clue what I was going threw, just that I had dropped calling her or being around her. It felt unfair that she got to keep her baby, even though I knew all the reasoning in my head of how I could not have mine, not mature enough, adoption was never even really talked about, we could not afford a baby. I don't remember going to alot of baby showers that is for sure and I don't remember being much of a babysitter after that or being into holding babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to hide out in a hole for awhile but only got yelled at for never coming out of my room, that's not healthy and a sign of depression.. get out and do something.. do some house work. For awhile my mom and grandma tried to get us involved with the Episcopal Church, volunteering and going to confirmation classes. I didn't mind that too much, it was very interesting to me the history of why we do this or that in church but I really didn't come to Know Jesus then. I was too afraid to even speak to the Father of the church about where babies go when they die or how could I possibly atone for what I had done. I was just trying to pass time till I could get out of small town hell. And being involved in church didn't curb my partying at all or me seeking ways of escape, or stop having sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't of called Zane a replacement baby but me just being another statistic. It was not on purpose but there is a big percent of teenagers who have had an abortion will with in 2years become pregnant again. I felt guilty of yet again messing up and at the worst possible time because my dad had just been diagnosed with lung cancer, but I said I would NEVER go threw what I did that last time and for what ever reason I just knew this child was supposed to be. No, at 17 it was not ideal for me to have a baby but I tell you in many ways he helped save my life. This is what I tell people, you never know what you are capable of until you give yourself the chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I tell you what, going to that first OBGYN appointment was so scary. Should of never gone to a male doctor but I also was just not comfortable, there instruments, the stirrups, even the smell, I tried to push visions of the clinic down from my mind and that is probably why I was not the nicest of patients to have. I don't remember that doctor being very gentle either, he reminded me of the abortionist maybe. Thankfully when we moved I got a wonderful women doctor who I felt more at ease with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even after having children I can tell you I may not as close or connected to them as I can be. I love them, love love love them. I am thankful for them. I learn more from them then they may from me at times. But there is a heart break there too that I can't explain. Sometimes I DO push them away. I have four of the sweetest kids that love to give hugs and kisses and be close and just sit and talk about what ever comes up. Sometimes I just can't, that's enough love baby, let momma be for a minuet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts that I fight.. that child would be this age, a big sister, what would she of done in this world, how would she be like my other babies, its not fair that my birthday is coming up and she will never have one, all the what if's and wasted possibilities. I grieve for this child. I miss being able to hold her, watch her grow, see the women she would become. And I know that is hard for some to understand, and there is a lack of compassion towards women who have had an abortion. That is one of the big reasons I speak and write, for women like me and maybe as a warning to others who may consider abortion as a way out of a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a long time I held all this in, didn't know what to do with it, and if you read my previous post about the first time I talked about it after becoming a Christian, you can see why some women may never speak of it, but God ripped it all open for me and I HAD to follow his leading. I didn't know where to start, just that I had to do something. That something was packing up the kids and going down to Granite City and be out there with the ministry that is always down there in front of that notorious clinic. I didn't know how hard that was going to be on me.. watching girls going in and out, knowing the pain that would follow them, knowing a child was thrown out. But on the other hand it was good to see that people who do go down to the clinics to protest or side walk council are not these crazies you read about, or that it is as dangerous as some think. But when my husband found out.. ohhhhh man.. he was not excited for me at all. He made me promise not to go down there again, to find some other out let. He's come a long way since in understanding but in many ways he was right.. I was not ready to be down there like that. My seeking lead me to a local PRC. I wanted to volunteer in anyway possible. But they had me do something even better. I call it one of the most important things I have done in my walk.. a post abortive Bible study with a book and a group of women. We used the book Forgiven and Set Free. Threw that study I learned alot about myself and MY God and it was so healing. I learned that what I went threw and how I reacted.. normal.. I am not alone or crazy, there are so many women hurting like me and feeling like I did. I learned how to forgive myself and the others who played a part in it. I learned it was alright to have the grief that I had and I didn't have to stuff it or hide it or be alone. I learned that when Jesus said on the cross before he let go, "It is Finished" he meant it was done.. the price was paid and I could not ADD or TAKE away from the cross or my salvation. I also learned with every confidence that I will see that child one day in heaven and she will love me and forgive me and I will see her grown as she should of been. I long for that so much and it is such a comfort to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My main message here today I guess is, very likely you know a women who has gone threw an abortion.. you may not know that about them because they don't talk about it but she may be hurting. Or you may be that women hurting and not know where to turn. There is Hope, there is Forgiveness and there is Healing threw Jesus Christ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Jesus was stepping out into his ministry he read from the book of Isaiah chapter 61, and then closed the scroll and said today this scripture has been full filled:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 “The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me, Because the LORD has anointed Me To preach good tidings to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to the captives, And the opening of the prison to those who are bound; 2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn, 3 To console those who mourn in Zion, To give them beauty for ashes, The oil of joy for mourning, The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; That they may be called trees of righteousness, The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is one of my favorite scriptures because it describes to the letter what Jesus has done for me and the promise of what he will do for others. He healed my broken heart over the murder of my child and other past sins. He set me free from that pain that kept me captive in my own prison cell and free from being a slave to shame. He comforts me when I mourn and assures me of the time he will come back for me. He took the ashes of my life and made it beautiful, better than I could of ever asked for. He has given me such joy. And when I remember to put on the garment of praise.. that heaviness, that ugly spirit that likes to bring us down is lifted. Jesus has done it all, and I love him so much I have to share that love with you and others. I don't have to be that beggar at the gate any longer, I am healed in Jesus Name! So yes I am having a hard time right now but he is here with me doing all the above, and he promises he will do the same for you, if you let him!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-3736953430887806967?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3736953430887806967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-hope-there-is-healing-there-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3736953430887806967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3736953430887806967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-hope-there-is-healing-there-is.html' title='There is Hope, There is Healing, There is Forgivness, part of my story'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SXB5bO1YjKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bAOVIbNSEFY/s72-c/beautiful.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-1152051955192774669</id><published>2009-01-14T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T03:18:54.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first time I talked about it after becoming a Christian...</title><content type='html'>Sophia was a baby (abouts 8yrs ago) when God opened a can of worms, or tore open my heart I guess you could say.  I had been a brand new baby Christian for maybe two years or so, if that.  I was one of those radical conversions, on fire, eating up the Word like food I could not live with out, a faithful church goer and making mostly friends at church since my "old" friends rejected me.  I was well on my way to being a Jesus Freak.  I was learning forgiveness and letting hurts of my past go, allowing God to change me from glory to glory, getting to KNOW, not just know about but actually KNOW Jesus, learning how to walk the walk.  There is a reason "Lover Of My Soul" is my favioret praise and worship song.  All my life I had been searching for that love, breaking all 10  commandments in the process.  When God told me he LOVED ME, even with my past, that he loved me not for my looks or for what deeds I could or could not do for him, just because I was his child, his creation, and that he longed for me, even died for me, it was life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course humans don't have or give that perfect love, even Christians.  And we have trouble seeing our self and sometimes others threw God's eyes.  You see I had this deep deep wound, I had berried it so far down, a thing so terrible I avoided it all together.  I never talked about it with my new Christian friends, just couldn't bring myself to it and if it didn't come up in conversation, I wasn't going to be the one to bring that topic up. It may be partly because it was drilled into me never to talk about it, act like it didn't happen, because others would judge me and look on me poorly.  It was one of those hurts I held back from, thinking foolishly deep down I could be forgiven for every past transgression but this &lt;strong&gt;ONE BIG ONE&lt;/strong&gt;.  But God, who loves me so much, wanted me to face that pain, so he could heal me and then use me to be a light to others.  He was about to set me on that path of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, a mentor if you will, had me and another one of her friends over so the kids could play and us ladies could have some fellowship time.  She was so concerned over her sister in law who recently found out she was pregnant and freaking on how to tell it to tell her parents and was considering an abortion.  For the most part I bit my lip, didn't even know what to say all that was racing threw me.  How could I explain the fear that was rising up in me, the sadness, or how I wished that pain on no one?  Then as we were doing dishes.. or should I say I was watching them do dishes and hanging in the background I heard these dear friends of mine almost mocking women who do have an abortion and all the excuses they use..who could be that stupid, that depraved to kill their own child, almost laughing about it.  Who could tell themselves this is an ok thing to do, who could believe it would help solve their problems, who could  believe it is better to kill a baby then give it up for adoption, or that any amount of money is worth a life growing or this is an easy solution?  Oh my, my heart broke so deeply right then and there.  I don't think they were being malicious but there was lack of compassion and understanding that I didn't expect to see from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say it was the Holy Spirit that day when I finally spoke up in my friend's kitchen.  Their backs were to me as they were doing the washing and I  softly said... "but that is what I told myself when I had mine" and a tear fell from my eye.  These sisters of mine turned to me with such shock and genuine shame in their eyes for all they had been saying.  I don't know if they ever personally knew a women who had had an abortion but I think that encounter changed some attitudes.  And then later I asked if it would help if I talked to the sister in law about what she was thinking, that maybe if she heard first hand what it was like she would choose to keep the baby.  That took courage for me because I was no where ready to have that kind of conversation.  And I didn't have to be the one to talk with her, she went to a Pregnancy Resource Center and got counseling on the matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me that bandage that had been holding that big gash in my heart together came off and I had to do something to deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-1152051955192774669?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1152051955192774669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-time-i-talked-about-it-after.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/1152051955192774669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/1152051955192774669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-time-i-talked-about-it-after.html' title='The first time I talked about it after becoming a Christian...'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-1328942309784212984</id><published>2009-01-10T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:16:31.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I have to have teenagers already?</title><content type='html'>I have four children (5 when I include Beautiful).  Zane is 14, Annie will be 12 in March, Lilly 9 in March and Sophia is 7.  I wanted, but you know we never get what we want, two boys and only ONE girl.. so the two big bros could look out for little sis right.  LOL Yes God does have a sense of humour and saw fit to give me only one son and the poor guy is followed by 3 sisters.  Ya the boys are out numbered around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If truth be told I didn't want girls at all for the simple fact of what kind of teenager I was and my mom always swearing that &lt;em&gt;Grandparent's Curse&lt;/em&gt; on me.  I wasn't &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; bad (I could of been worse) but was called The Wild Child a time or two.  I don't know how I am going to deal with 3 little Mary's running around .  Well.. to be honest my children are not so much like me in that way.. not yet.  Josh and I have tried our best up till now to do it right so they will NOT be like us, give them rules and boundaries, pour love and family time into them and direct them to the Lord and keep them naive as possible of worldly things.  I can't tell you how many people love these kids and think the world of them.  I have been told Sophia IS my clone and IS going to be the wild one that WILL give me all the trouble (and I guess with our theme song being She's Got The Look by Roxette what can I expect. &lt;strong&gt;YES WE HAVE A THEME SONG&lt;/strong&gt; LOL) .  But today I am lamenting about my budding teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Annie went to the Dare Dance.  It is a big deal around here since we are so rural and there is not much for kids to do around here.  Once a month the Dare Officers put on dances for  5th and 6th graders and another one separate for the Middle School.  Last year Annie went to her first one and I cried as I dropped her off, another milestone.  My main concern was that if she goes she actually has friends to hang out with not just standing by her self the whole time.  She is my shy one, the quiet one, the introvert and hasn't really brought friends home are talked on the phone much yet.  Oh how that is all about to change I think.  The only thing I told her when I dropped her off last night was to have fun and to stay away from those country boys because they are trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to pick her up she ran out.. saying bye to a boy that I didn't even glance at.  As we walked to the van she told me.. MOM I slowed danced.. &lt;em&gt;TWICE&lt;/em&gt;!  She was beaming and blushing, proud and nervous all at the same time.  A boy named Austin she hung out with most of the night.  Oh and don't you know he has a cell phone and asked if she was on ATT too so he could call her.  Why can't she have a cellphone.. why she gotta wait till she is 13? LOL  She said they were teased most of the time by ppl asking if they were going out and tring to take their pics.. but she said she had to get them to delete the pics and even knocked some one's phone out of their hands so they would (the girl is quiet but can be mean when she has too, she hates to be teased and I can see her getting into some fights down the road).  I am so glad she had a good time but somehow this makes me feel&lt;em&gt; soooooooooooooooooo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OLD.&lt;/strong&gt;  Not fair!  Now I have to go and have a "talk" with her about boys and kissing and all that fun junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my Son.. the boy with all the secret girl friends.  I finally did get him to admit he had at least 3 girlfriends in the last year.  He does talk to alot of girls.. "&lt;em&gt;as friends&lt;/em&gt;" because he attracts all the drama mommas and he hasn't learned yet that sometimes girls do things just to keep boys attention.  When we asked him what it meant these days to be "going out" with some one he really couldn't explain it.. ya just are.  Big ol eye roll here @@  I did tell him he has to start watching out for Annie and be a nicer big brother then he has been.  Ya he took that well lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kissing is upper persuasion for lower invasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Thanks Rachel for that tidbit.  We have taught our children about purity and how really dating should be only when you are ready to look for a spouse, and sex is so special it should be only shared with your husband or wife.    Up until now it has been easy and they have been pretty receptive to that teaching.  But it doesn't help when the world is encouraging bad behavior and secular friends are LAUGHING at me when I tell them our philosophy. I know I can't keep my babies from growing up.. I can try and delay it a bit maybe.. but really we want only good for them and to keep them from the heart break of some of the mistakes we have made.  Isn't that what all parents want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-1328942309784212984?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1328942309784212984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-i-have-to-have-teenagers-already.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/1328942309784212984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/1328942309784212984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-do-i-have-to-have-teenagers-already.html' title='Why do I have to have teenagers already?'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-7197365041004581404</id><published>2009-01-09T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:44:16.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A start to my series on abortion this month</title><content type='html'>Ok it is January.. time for me to talk about it since it will be the running theme for the rest of my month it seems.  January is Sanctity Of Life Month, the 18th is what is known as Pro-Life Sunday and this month is  also the anniversary of Roe Vs Wade.  If any of you know me long enough you know my history and my strong views on abortion.  I used to have a great webpage with my testimony and a memorial but was unable to transfer them when AOL shut down it's free webpages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 15 when I had my abortion.  I can't go into the devastation that so called choice has brought upon my life and keep it to a short post (I will go digging in my archives soon and do some re posting)  But I tell you what, I miss that child ever so much and can't wait to see her when I get to Heaven.  And my other children miss that sibling they never got to know too.  January is the month I allow myself to grieve over who I have come to call Beautiful (named after the temple gates where in Acts the beggar was healed in the Name Of Jesus). She would be just over 16yrs old now, a big sister, and God only knows what else she would of accomplished in this world if she had been given a chance at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the Lord has brought me a long way in the healing process, so much so that I can publicly talk about it and on occasion be down at the clinics praying and talking with girls with other pro-life friends.  For some, if not most women who have gone threw an abortion it is a word, an experience they can't even utter under their breath much less talk about openly.  For me, ever since God brought to surface that deep wound, it is a subject I can't seem to get away from... he attracts some interesting ppl into my life and in some way or another he uses little ol me to show others how abortion hurts women, they deserve better and there IS help, hope and healing threw Jesus Christ. Women need compassion and love who have gone threw an abortion or warned before they go into this life altering direction &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not something I ask to do, but God brings opportunities and what can I do.. say NO I don't want to Lord, use some one else Lord, How can I when I am not all together Lord? NO... because he gets the Glory for it when he uses people who are not the greatest yet enables them to be used where they have been hurt the most.  This is why normally January I am all prayed up, armour on and ready to go.  Yet this year I am startled, caught off kilter and not sure how or why he could possibly think I am in a place to do his will.  Yet everywhere I go this month I know it will come up.  Like yesterday at lunch with a friend.  Some one overheard our conversation and had to join in.  I'm used to that lol but my friend is not and was a bit miffed at the interruption.  Here we were lamenting about some men situations and it came up about a girl she knew who asked her advice and didn't follow it and now is on the path to hurting over her decision, and then we got into our own stories a bit.. twilight.. huh that I don't think would help me forget every detail that haunts me or the before and after.  And this women two tables behind us chimes in.. lol.  guess we were being loud or some how gave her an invitation to join.. still an interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just fair warning, this month if I have the will and time, expect more posting on this subject.  Writing helps me prepare and get out what is in my head.  I have been asked to be a guest speaker on the 18th for two services at a friend's church.  I am not sure how I am going to be able to do it this month.. but I know I will and HE will give me strength some how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-7197365041004581404?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7197365041004581404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-to-my-series-on-abortion-this.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7197365041004581404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7197365041004581404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-to-my-series-on-abortion-this.html' title='A start to my series on abortion this month'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-2099081850535110339</id><published>2009-01-03T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:51:05.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Hangover.. if this is 2009 lets just jump to '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/46/m_34f242d827134ee1902df82262fa573d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/46/m_34f242d827134ee1902df82262fa573d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;First off.. thanks to those who left comments and e-mails about my last post (I know it's been awhile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have pics of Christmas uploaded later, most likely to my MySpace if you want to see.  As always the kids got just about everything they asked for (because they can be so easy sometimes) and I have to well up with gratitude for our Santa this year.  We had not planned anything but one family gift to give and some sweet friends from Church went ahead and played Santa for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even going to put up a tree.. but broke down because apparently the kids were going around crying about it to everyone we know how I am such a Grinch and there was going to be no Christmas this year lol.  I just soooo was not in the spirit this year and I am soooooooooooo glad the Holidays are OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some nice things for Christmas.. gift certificate to Ann's to get me new bras (I'v lost so much weight and the girls have shrank), A very nice bracelet with 1Corinthians 13:13 theme (Faith Hope Love) some one wants me to have a reminder on my wrist I guess, a few Christian books, more bee themed art from Audra and the last and greatest... well let's just say I can't post pics and it is more for me and Josh and it was very painful.. it involves body jewelry and I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me.. it is only 3 days into 2009 and it is already crazy.. can you feel it???  The heart of men are growing colder, war in Israel, a Socialistic system is getting set up in America, almost EVERYONE I know is on hard times and families are being strained to the limit (mine included).  I know what all it means.. and you would think it would make me run.. not walk but run closer to my God.  I know he is there.. arms wide open.. waiting for this rebellious teenager of his to come home.  But friends if I am going to be honest.. and I want to be since I call this my OPEN Journal, I am going just a bit off my rocker lately.. reasons too many to call out here.. a book deal is in the making (jk maybe).  My fear is I am going to be in that category of people the Bible talks about.. hearts growing hard and that passage where the Lord says, I NEVER knew you, has always made me turn white.  Am I questioning my salvation??  In a way maybe.. but I know deep down, with out a shadow of a doubt I am a daughter to the KING, I know my Lord and Savior, I know the Holy Spirit lives with in me.. I just forget sometimes because I have not been in communion like I should be and I have always had peaks and valleys in my walk.  If I was not marked or set apart as his, would I even be having this conversation and wondering these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be all gripping in this post.. I am happy for my sister who is now preggers (not fair) and I hope my mom and sis can get past what ever is going on with them (it makes me sad).  I did get a nice letter from my brother in Prison, reminder to self.. write back and send him pics.  Josh's mom has yet to call us and we are worried about her and the rest of Christmas had some real nice family stress on that side but we got past it I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my most exciting but maybe a a bit worrisome news... Mary is now in a size 10!!!  I need to get some full size pics of me and my new figure.  Yes I am going to say it.. I look H O T! LOL  A bit of exercise to firm up and I would be really FINE. (as if) Not that it matters and I don't want to draw too much of the wrong kind of attention.  I made a really bad joke last week, I was sporting a T-shirt that was too tight before for me to wear but now is very loose and I told Josh "I may be dying of cancer but dang I look good".  Josh did not find that funny at all and I told him if he was soooooo concerned about it he should make me a doc appointment.  I am too busy and he has time on his hands with being laid off.  The shocker is he actually DID make me one!  Monday afternoon I have an appointment for a full physical and women's health exam.. blood work and all that fun junk. And I am going to have that conversation about my PMS  I am sure I am fine, maybe a bit low on some vitamins and stuff (I have started taking a daily F.Y.I.)  I am sure I am more healthy with out the weight then with it but it has been a bit concerning to my friends and family and hopefully this will calm some peoples fears about me.  I'll keep ya posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all my friends and readers had a great Christmas and New Years and I wish for many blessings to you all in this next year.  Just remember, this too shall pass : )&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/7991415371219936859-2099081850535110339?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2099081850535110339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-hangover-if-this-is-2009-lets.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2099081850535110339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2099081850535110339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-hangover-if-this-is-2009-lets.html' title='Holiday Hangover.. if this is 2009 lets just jump to &apos;10'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-2062747234202681850</id><published>2008-12-05T01:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:41:17.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='periods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women over 30'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s health'/><title type='text'>A question for Ladies over 30 and PMS</title><content type='html'>I'm 31 going on 32 (Jan 19.. better remember if you love me lol).  Yes I know I don't look it.. thanks but I recognize my body is getting older and women's hormone levels change and what not.  My last two cycles I have had the most outrageous case of PMS that I can ever remember having.  It may partly be due to stress, cuz Lord knows I have been under so much of it lately but I am wondering if this also has something to do with my age.  Normally I don't keep track and my period comes and goes with out much incident.. sometimes I feel what I call the ick's just before but hardly ever have cramps or the over the top emotions.. well yes always have had the chocolate cravings but other than that Aunt Flow's visits are not that disruptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month and this month I have been a raving B*tch.  So angry at the world and can't control it.  Cry fits like you wouldn't believe and ohhhhhh the pain.. I just want to crawl in a hole and die the week before and of.  This is not normal for me what so ever.  I almost want to feel sorry for the people in my life (if they didn't piss me off so much and almost always deserve the tirade) and I have had to do some apologizing for my harshness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also just before this period I had the biggest baby craving.  Everywhere I went they were there or some one I knew was preggers.  I would sooooooo love to have another baby and find it unfair that I am denied one when others who don't even really want one are having them or literally throwing them away or killing them.  I cried my eyes out to my hubby over it... the ass said oh its just your time clock ticking.  Seriously I don't think that is it.. I just know if he wouldn't of gotten fixed we would have at least two more children right now.. and the thing is I MISS THEM.  Is that crazy???????! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so ladies who are over 30.. is this normal???  Did your cycle and PMS change this drastically?  Is this an age thing or am I going insane??  I have no reference in my family.. my mom has always had difficulties and has had a hysterectomy so she really can't tell me.  Any input or comments will be valued and appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that for my Birthday I am treating myself to that longgggggggggg over due (tisk i know its been almost 7yrs) women's health exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-2062747234202681850?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2062747234202681850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/question-for-ladies-over-30-and-pms.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2062747234202681850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2062747234202681850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/question-for-ladies-over-30-and-pms.html' title='A question for Ladies over 30 and PMS'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4280414719396498535</id><published>2008-11-25T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:51:48.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cool Winter Hat 08/Posting test with flicker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ohmary/3060893696/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/3060893696_ee34c48316.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ohmary/3060893696/"&gt;My Cool Winter Hat 08&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ohmary/"&gt;~Oh Mary~&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My new NewsBoy Winter hat.. matches my brown jacket great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using this as a test to see if I like posting with flickr.com better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4280414719396498535?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4280414719396498535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cool-winter-hat-08posting-test-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4280414719396498535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4280414719396498535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cool-winter-hat-08posting-test-with.html' title='My Cool Winter Hat 08/Posting test with flicker'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/3060893696_ee34c48316_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-42951317123612117</id><published>2008-11-25T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:01:08.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Boy Scouts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe id="AlbumGallery" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://www.photoworks.com/util/htmlTagParser.jsp?cb=PW&amp;amp;htmlString=%3Cg%3AAlbumSkyScraperWidget+memberKey%3D%22Hunybea4himiOhMary%22+imageId%3D%22716351841%22+stackName%3D%222008%2F11+Boyscouting+for+food+%26+church+food+pantry%22+imageCount%3D%2225%22+firstCall%3D%22true%22%2F%3E" frameborder="0" width="160" scrolling="no" height="375"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was Boy Scouting For Food and our church's food pantry was one of the drop off places.  It was all so overwhelming but in a good way!  Talk about blessings and the generosity of others!  Hard times are here and coming for many, this will help so much.  The small pantry was so bare and now we are over flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Boy Scouts and all those who donated to them!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note.. my family was just so blessed to be apart of the volunteers that showed up to help.  We have been lacking in fellowship and church attendance  the last few weeks and being around positive church family was like coming home.. that is the only way to explain the beautiful feeling that welled up with in.  Saturday Annie, my oldest daughter, and I went up to help..good mommy and daughter time. And Sunday I went up with the youth group and after church the rest of the family came over to help for most of the day.  The kids worked sooooo hard and I am so proud of them.  Good family fun!  I just wish more could of been there to help.. there is still so much to go threw and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- end PhotoWorks Widget --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-42951317123612117?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/42951317123612117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-boy-scouts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/42951317123612117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/42951317123612117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks-boy-scouts.html' title='Thanks Boy Scouts!'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-3161116532444660154</id><published>2008-11-18T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:09:06.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH and one more thing I forgot to say..</title><content type='html'>Remember back at the end of May... &lt;a href="http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-bad-bad-thing-i-may-be-left.html"&gt;that Bad Bad thing I bought&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I TOTALLY LOST THE TICKETS AND MISSED THE CONCERT!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last Friday.. ya, I am very bummed&lt;strong&gt; AND&lt;/strong&gt; Neil Diamond was in town and &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt; would take me.. whaaaaaaaahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-3161116532444660154?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3161116532444660154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-and-one-more-thing-i-forgot-to-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3161116532444660154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3161116532444660154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-and-one-more-thing-i-forgot-to-say.html' title='OH and one more thing I forgot to say..'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-3839158481698424387</id><published>2008-11-17T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:00:04.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of Me &amp; a post about loosing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnVgXBPlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TeKE71-Twgw/s1600-h/bm-image-746622.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269888133138300498" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnVgXBPlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TeKE71-Twgw/s320/bm-image-746622.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnV58prwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vAzH4Y-8Pk4/s1600-h/bm-image-747418.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269888140007026434" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnV58prwI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vAzH4Y-8Pk4/s320/bm-image-747418.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnWZ8ZuhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mdRVFhYuoZI/s1600-h/bm-image-748981.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269888148595915282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnWZ8ZuhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mdRVFhYuoZI/s320/bm-image-748981.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnWcVHPKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DbIVnZ8-hsA/s1600-h/bm-image-749406.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269888149236432034" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnWcVHPKI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DbIVnZ8-hsA/s320/bm-image-749406.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnWcWj7zI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ukIT3wLP4VY/s1600-h/bm-image-749888.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269888149242507058" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnWcWj7zI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ukIT3wLP4VY/s320/bm-image-749888.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnWuGJGWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/v3gYnwaQbZk/s1600-h/bm-image-750393.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269888154005477730" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnWuGJGWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/v3gYnwaQbZk/s320/bm-image-750393.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnXDAmsHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/N72KTj5WJho/s1600-h/bm-image-752161.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269888159619395698" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnXDAmsHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/N72KTj5WJho/s320/bm-image-752161.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Gotta love my Sony Ericson cell phone.. ya the lighting sucks but I was board and sending them as a blog entry seems to be easiest way right now to upload them to the net.  The last two are my fav and may become my new default pics on blogger and myspace. (if only I could do something about the bags under my eyes ugh.. turning into Mother lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;I feel like I am about to loose it.. and not in the good way.. maybe all I can do to deal right now is laugh and blow off steam.  I can't watch the news with out my blood boiling, another government bail out!!?? Are you kidding me!  So I have been avoiding news and talk radio the last week. Sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Our computer had a major meltdown and lost six month worth of photos and docs and videos.. Josh had to wipe it out and reinstall OS. UGH!!!  Bright side.. most of my pics are uploaded to aol pics or what ever the new site is now (cant say cuz I lost the link since my favs were wiped out) and it was only six months, not six years. AND I wasn't the one who had to sit there and figure out how to fix the puter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Going on day 3 of loosing my glasses too. Not that I can't see or anything but I should be wearing them for driving.  Wish I could get contacts but that is more money we don't have.  Just like I wish we could get a new bed.  We sooo need a new bed.. maybe that is partly why I am so grumpy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;My poor son.  He may need knee sugary soon.  Waiting on the x-ray and MRI results to come in to see what is causing him such pain.  I hate to see my baby in pain and not be able to do anything about it.  He is so bummed too because he is missing out on wrestling.  He tried to do practice yesterday but only lasted the first 10 min and then had to sit out.  It is not constant pain, comes and goes and he can walk on it.  But still he is only 14.. I hate to see him so torn up already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Last week and looking like this week too, I've got over time at work.  That is a rare rare thing with my job and we will be needing every extra red cent we can muster too.  But oiy.. I am a stay at home mom at heart still and just not used to working almost 50 hour weeks and getting home so late.  Major guilt setting in but I know it is just temporary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Friday can't come fast enough.. we are sooooooo broke!!  I think I have enough gas to get me threw the week (Thank YOU Lord for lower gas prices right now.. $1.78 whoot)  But I know Josh doesn't and we will be over drawn at the bank.  But thankfully Josh is working this week.. no rain days forcasted like last week.  He missed two full days!  And you know what he did.. NOTHING.. bum lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;And that is another thing I am about to loose it over.  My husband!  You know I love him, dearly, madly, deeply, to the pit of my soul.  BUT What in the world is going on with him!  I can not keep making excuses for him and the whole settling back into being off the road line and getting used to each other.. its been over two months now.  Two weeks of good loving and passion and then almost like the silent treatment.. like he cant stand to be in the same room as me.  Some one PLEASE cut him off from the Webkin's web sit!!  He doesn't want to talk with neighbors or go to birthday parties.. even when I beg him.. please baby for me.  I suspect he is depressed but Mary is feeling ever sooooo neglected lately.  I can't even get a good back rub people!  And the snide comments about me developing an eating disorder and being too concerned about my looks is not the route he should be going right now.  Men are so stupid sometimes.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Here is a clue if you are a husband or bf.. your women has recently lost a few and feels victory and excitement when she fits into that pair of jeans that has been sitting in the closet for &lt;strong&gt;3 YEARS&lt;/strong&gt; and is strutting her stuff.. you should say "Wow babe you look great!" and give her a pitch or slap on the behind.  NOT "Ya whatever, whats for dinner?"  That will only make her go running into the bathroom crying.  And if she has been cussing alot.. well maybe you should ask yourself why instead of telling her how that is oh so unattractive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Yes I have been loosing weight, and not on purpose mind you.  For Real,we have been eating off the food pantry for a month now and my stomic has shrank.  I want to eat when we do have food.. but just can't seem to get a full plate in like I used to.  I have been trying to keep an eye on that and force myself to eat but a few bananas during the day and a small dinner at night is all I can muster.  That and working so much the result is I am in a size 14!!  You know what.. it feels great.  And what does a women do when she is feeling good about herself and a new figure.. she goes threw the closet, gets rid of the fat clothes and sees what options she has left to wear.  And since she is feeling so good about herself, she actually puts an effort into her morning routine and shock and awe.. puts a bit of mascara on and a comb threw her hair.  Does that mean she is trying to attract attention from other men.. no!  That means she is happy and would only love for her man to tell her how awesome she looks and how hot she is and how he cant control himself and take her back in the bedroom and .... you get my point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;OK End OF Rant.  Life is good.. as long as we have each other.  God is still on the Throne and Still in Control!  At least that is what I keep telling myself and everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-3839158481698424387?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3839158481698424387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/pics-of-me-post-about-loosing-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3839158481698424387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3839158481698424387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/pics-of-me-post-about-loosing-it.html' title='Pics of Me &amp; a post about loosing it'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SSJnVgXBPlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TeKE71-Twgw/s72-c/bm-image-746622.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-7767033283588172494</id><published>2008-11-11T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:31:26.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question About Character</title><content type='html'>Dinner time is always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; around our house.  Most times we sit at the table as a family to eat (especially when Josh is home).  And the Hallmark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commercials&lt;/span&gt; are right.. it is a good way to open those communication lines and enjoy family time.&lt;br /&gt;Kids ask the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;darnedest&lt;/span&gt; questions.. questions that you are not even sure you have the answers to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;untill&lt;/span&gt; they pop out of your mouth.  Part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lastnight's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt; some how came on to the question of "How do you build character?"  That was from our 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yrd&lt;/span&gt; Lilly.  I was open jawed for a few moments, such a profound thing to seek.. not sure I even really knew how one goes about on purpose to build up character.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I told the children in that teachable moment and as normal I think it could of only came from the Holy Spirit and is an answer just as much for me as it is for my children.  I told her we develop character everyday by practicing making good choices and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;admitting&lt;/span&gt; our mistakes when we do miss the mark and setting things right when we can.  Sounds simple but honestly most adults don't know that and have terrible character.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is one I need to think and pray on a bit more.  Feel free to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt; with your suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-7767033283588172494?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7767033283588172494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-about-character.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7767033283588172494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7767033283588172494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/question-about-character.html' title='A Question About Character'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8002477036047407779</id><published>2008-11-05T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:43:12.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Racist</title><content type='html'>My 3rd grader came home talking about the mock elections at school and who she voted for.  She said she voted for McCain because he was white...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOOOOOOO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she didn't but might as well.  She said she voted for Obama because he would be the first black President.  I had to explain to her that is not a reason to vote for some one. Not because of the color of their skin, or if they are a man or women or because of their religion.&lt;br /&gt;  Yes it is exciting to have made history and have an African American in the White House (personally I would of preferred Colon Powell or Rice).  But as I told my child (wth are these teachers telling them??) we vote for some one because we agree with their views, we think they represent us better then the other person running, because we think they will do a good job leading and are ready to face the hard challenges that office will have.  Is that how the majority of Americans voted last night..I don't know.. I think most were just like my 3rd grade child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8002477036047407779?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8002477036047407779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-racist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8002477036047407779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8002477036047407779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/thats-racist.html' title='That&apos;s Racist'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8997036728433608972</id><published>2008-11-04T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:06:24.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Hour and Fourty-Five Min. In Line to Vote!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SRDSDNSr7DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/h4X6YD3HcGQ/s1600-h/electionday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264938916945587250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SRDSDNSr7DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/h4X6YD3HcGQ/s400/electionday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken at 11:15 a.m. You can't see it but the line wraps around..and that was for last names starting between A-L. It was just crazy! Glad I got it over with.   Very intresting that Obama people were out passing out water and chips.. No sign of any McCain workers that I could see.  But they did stay the requiered 25 feet away from the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband has to brave the lines as soon as he gets off work. The news is promising that if you are in line by 7:00 p.m. you will get to vote no matter how late it gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just glad it is almost over. If you want my opinion, this election cycle was just wayyyyyy too long and not enough substance from both candidates. I think Obama has it.. with his grandmother dying last night (sadly convenient) and the media all in love with him and him having mass money to spend, how can he not. Don't get me wrong, I didn't vote for him but I would say 75% of the people I know are going too or already have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buckle up kids.. it's going to be a bumpy ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8997036728433608972?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8997036728433608972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/hour-and-fourty-five-min-in-line-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8997036728433608972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8997036728433608972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/hour-and-fourty-five-min-in-line-to.html' title='An Hour and Fourty-Five Min. In Line to Vote!!'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SRDSDNSr7DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/h4X6YD3HcGQ/s72-c/electionday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-3588619165087858774</id><published>2008-10-22T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T03:08:41.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silentday.org'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prolife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middle School'/><title type='text'>He said he wasn't harrassed too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SP73Lez-sjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gldyVjjtOls/s1600-h/zanesilent.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259913191437021746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SP73Lez-sjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gldyVjjtOls/s320/zanesilent.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Zane sent me this pic of himself yesterday while he was participating in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.silentday.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pro-Life Day Of Silent Solidarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; at his middle school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I did not get any calls from the school administration and he says besides having to remove the tape from his mouth and place it on his shirt, there were no complaints.  He said a teacher even High-Fived him.  Zane reported that once his school mates understood what he was doing they wanted to also participate and he gave them tape and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.silentday.org/images/silentday-americanflyer-v3.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fliers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to hand out at free time too.  I didn't get an exact number from him but knowing my son I am sure he influenced a good chunk of the small student body we have at TMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All in all I think he felt success and that in some little way he was making an impact.  Like I have said in previous post I consider him so brave for his age.. I don't think that is something I would of even thought of doing but of course I was a nerd in 8th grade and not in the good way lol.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, if I can just convince him to keep his hair out of his pretty blue eyes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-3588619165087858774?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3588619165087858774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-said-he-wasnt-harrassed-too-much.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3588619165087858774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3588619165087858774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-said-he-wasnt-harrassed-too-much.html' title='He said he wasn&apos;t harrassed too much'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SP73Lez-sjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gldyVjjtOls/s72-c/zanesilent.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-7735217758297113280</id><published>2008-10-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:56:23.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last posting for aol journals'/><title type='text'>The Very Last entry for  my AOL Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't like it.. but it is what it is..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I successfully transferred all my old blog postings from my aol journal to blogger.. it was a pain with error messages and doubles AND none of the pictures transferred.. ugh.. but at least it is taken care of and 5 years of entries are saved somewhere. Now I need to work on my FTP space. Do you know if AOL Pictures is included in the big DELETE on Nov. 1st??&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those of you who are on Blogger or read in that spot my addy is &lt;a href="http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tips on how to customize and get or add alerts on blogger would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;I think sadly, I will make this the last entry for Hunybea's Open Journal on AOL Journals. You can find me on MySpace and now Blogger. I can not put into words how much this place has meant to me or how deep my love is for the friends and readers who have touched me and allowed me to touch them back. I hope we can follow each other out side of AOL and that my enthusiasm for writing will come back. Right now I feel so disconnected and uninvolved with the Word Wide Web, among other things.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if my writing was important or not..at least my son feels my pain.. when I told him what was going on he lamented with me and said.. oh mom you were so close to a book.. I just know some one was going to find you and want to publish you.. LOL he is silly but unlike others he knows how much I had put into my blog. No one can really understand unless they too have a blog where they invest so much of themselves in.. I still know people who have no clue what a blog is or don't see the point in having one.. much less read one.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life carries on and bigger problems come and go.. soon we will be censored even more I think, soon my words will be stricken from any remembrance electronically.. maybe not today or tomorrow but it is coming. Much like in China where Google has agreed to filter for the goverment, the World will be filtered and anyone not going along with the program will be considered an enemy combatant. Don't think so? Go ahead and mock me.. but don't say you were not warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-7735217758297113280?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7735217758297113280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-last-entry-for-my-aol-journal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7735217758297113280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7735217758297113280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-last-entry-for-my-aol-journal.html' title='The Very Last entry for  my AOL Journal'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-472103213246372900</id><published>2008-10-16T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silentday</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG height=882 src="http://www.standtrue.com/images/profilepic.jpg" width=600/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Check out the website for more info.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I just have to say.. I am soooooooooooo proud of my son.&amp;nbsp; It is one thing for me to be passionate about being pro-life and talk to people about it and face adversity.. But he has been planning and excited about the silentday well before school even started, busy trying to get info out there to his classmates to participate and be aware.&amp;nbsp; When I was his age I was not into anything besides getting in trouble and a trip to the Principal's office would have me shaking.&amp;nbsp; He has not only talked to teachers and the principal about this but may have to take a print out of his rights as a student to the superintendent who is opposed to this event..and he is not even flinching at the idea.&amp;nbsp; This is all him.. I am hands off.. all I said was what ever happen and what ever he chose to do I would be behind him.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I don't expect too much trouble with this.. but I am bracing for a call on that day.&amp;nbsp; And what&amp;nbsp;will I say?&amp;nbsp; Let him sit in your office all day.. and when you look at him think about why he is there.. cuz I will NOT pick him up from school the whole day, I will be working and for them to expect a call and legal action from ADF (&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LmFsbGlhbmNlZGVmZW5zZWZ1bmQub3JnLw=="&gt;&lt;FONT color=#003399 size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;www.alliancedefensefund.org&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; 1-800-TELL-ADF)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/silentday.org" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;silentday.org&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/prolife+students" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;prolife students&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Day+Of+Silence+And+Solidarity" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Day Of Silence And Solidarity&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/October+21+2008" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;October 21 2008&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-472103213246372900?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/472103213246372900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/silentday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/472103213246372900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/472103213246372900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/silentday.html' title='Silentday'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-1704987591279994402</id><published>2008-10-03T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A must watch Video!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="embed_obj_1" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VIdbYjmbFzo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VIdbYjmbFzo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; 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I am sho&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;c&lt;/SPAN&gt;ked&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;,&lt;/SPAN&gt; surprised, and I may cry just a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;ittl&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt; bit.&amp;nbsp; Thi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;just sho&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; how far &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;b&lt;/SPAN&gt;ehin&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;d&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I am.. I read this&amp;nbsp;tonight along with a few postings in friend's journals about this latest kiss off from AOL:&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=AOLMsgPart_0_07037fd5-807f-49bf-ba7f-e557e26464f0&gt;&lt;P&gt;Dear AOL Journal&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; user,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;We’re sorry to inform you that on Oct. 31, 2008, AOL® &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;J&lt;/SPAN&gt;ournal&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; wi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; be shut down permanently. We si&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;cerely apologize for any inconvenience thi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; may cause.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It’&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; very important &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;hat you sa&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; your Journal&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; content before the shutdown. We're working on a way to easily mo&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; your Journal to another &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blogging&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; service -- you can expect an email within the next week with more deta&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;l&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; about how &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;o do it. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;W&lt;/SPAN&gt;e w&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;nt the transition to go &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; smoothly&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;as &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;p&lt;/SPAN&gt;ossible for you, so you’&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; two choice&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;. You can either sa&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; your information manually and find another place to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; on your own, or choose to automatically transfer your Journal to a different &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blogging&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; service we’&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; selected. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;In the meantime, please bookmark the &lt;A href="http://dc.aol.com/cgi-bin25/DM/y/jyqR0etnoL0NjT0RQN0Ak" target=_blank&gt;People Connection &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;, where you can find out more about AOL Journals. You can also subscribe to the People Connection &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;RSS&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; feed to stay informed about any changes. We’&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; be updating the People Connection &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; often, so please check it regularly.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Thank you for your patience and understanding as we make this transition.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Sincerely,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The AOL Journals Team &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;For the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;ast 5 ye&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;rs I ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; put almo&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;t my wh&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;le life in the page&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; of thi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; journal.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; there wa&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; some bu&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt;ps but a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; in a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; it is a good community and a constant in my life that I ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; taken so much comfort in over the years.&amp;nbsp; Why oh why is this being dropped????!&amp;nbsp; My last holding on wit&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h &lt;/SPAN&gt;AOL beside my e-mail.. I ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt; no other reason to do&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; a&lt;/SPAN&gt;nything with AOL.&amp;nbsp; Yes I ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt; not &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blogged&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; like I used to in the last year.. working and life has held me up.. but dang!!&amp;nbsp; Surely God knew and he has helped decrease my desire to be as into AOL Journals or anything with the net lately so this change would not hurt so so bad?&amp;nbsp; Not sure what I am doing.. I do mirror &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; on my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;MySpace&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; page.. so if anything you can find me there, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.myspace.com/hunybea4him"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;~Oh Mary~&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Now an update that I am most excited about.&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;.&lt;/SPAN&gt;..&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;JOSH&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;IS HOME &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;PERMANENTLY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; far a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; we&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;can te&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; right &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;ow!&amp;nbsp; He ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; been home since last Friday. &amp;nbsp;It i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; an aju&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;tment but &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt; good and very w&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;lcome on&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; God ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; been v&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;stly blessing me these last few week&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. I am n&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;t sure I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;ould&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; e&lt;/SPAN&gt;ven &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ha&lt;/SPAN&gt;ve the spa&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;c&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt; to list a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt; the wonders that ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; been going on.&amp;nbsp; But having Josh home is so awesome.. you don't even know.. but God did.&amp;nbsp; He knew I was almost at my breaking point with out my hubby and how badly I needed him (and a good deep back rub).&amp;nbsp; The timing is perfect.. I was about to tell him it was time to come hometo stay after the elections to hunker down and get ready.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The last year has been rough.. the last 3 he has been on the road back and forth home.. but the last year brought &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; less home time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The dow&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt; side..&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;he came home because he was laid off.&amp;nbsp; BUT I am not going to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;f&lt;/SPAN&gt;ret.. I am trusting that he wi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; find&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;work here in town and we wi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; get threw.&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;TV&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; alrea&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;d&lt;/SPAN&gt;y cut.. and I really am not mi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;sing it m&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;u&lt;/SPAN&gt;ch.&amp;nbsp; The only th&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;n&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;truly&lt;/SPAN&gt; mi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; the new&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; channel and keeping up with the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;campaigns&lt;/SPAN&gt; and a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;crisis&lt;/SPAN&gt; going on with the country.&amp;nbsp; But the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Internet&lt;/SPAN&gt; and talk radio are a good substitute.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Friend&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt;ou know I ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; been open a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;d honest about my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;F&lt;/SPAN&gt;aith and World View and my longing for the&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;time&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;the Lord Je&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;u&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; Ch&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;ist wi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; return.&amp;nbsp; I belie&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ll&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; that we see and hear and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt;o threw is fo&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt; a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;purpose&lt;/SPAN&gt; and part of God's Plan.&amp;nbsp; I am pleading with anyone who reads this.. get ready.. get prepared.. mind, body, soul,&amp;nbsp; Gi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ve&lt;/SPAN&gt; your whole life over to God and trust him &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;NOW&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's going to get hard and serious out there in the world in a very short time.. use the time you have now to be prepared... &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;look up.. our redemption draws neigh!!!!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- end of AOLMsgPart_0_07037fd5-807f-49bf-ba7f-e557e26464f0 --&gt;.AOLWebSuite .AOLPicturesFullSizeLink { height: 1px; width: 1px; overflow: hidden; } .AOLWebSuite a {color:blue; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-7942746057317722332?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7942746057317722332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-brings-changes-not-just-leaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7942746057317722332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7942746057317722332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-brings-changes-not-just-leaves.html' title='Fall brings changes.. not just the leaves...'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-2557204570586946761</id><published>2008-09-15T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Camping trip pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;We had an awesome time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;The long weekend was just too short.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="photoPileWoohoo"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-2557204570586946761?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2557204570586946761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-camping-trip-pics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2557204570586946761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2557204570586946761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day-camping-trip-pics.html' title='Labor Day Camping trip pics'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-6124580277646135672</id><published>2008-09-10T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the world is going on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I dislike coming back to my journal and seeing previous entry's &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pics&lt;/SPAN&gt; messed up... &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;gurr&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; That is what I get for taking a month off &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Just dipping a toe in here for a few.. will take a full &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;plunge&lt;/SPAN&gt; back in soon.. promise.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;AND &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;OMG&lt;/SPAN&gt;!! How could I miss my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt; birthday??!!!&amp;nbsp; It turned &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;5yrs&lt;/SPAN&gt; old &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;August&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;25th&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-6124580277646135672?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6124580277646135672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-in-world-is-going-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6124580277646135672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6124580277646135672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-in-world-is-going-on.html' title='What in the world is going on?'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-28461953353070973</id><published>2008-08-13T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long over due update.. Sophia's 7th birthday, flowers in bloom, Weird Al concert.. ect..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Sophia's birthday was last month and we have been consumed by the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Webkinz&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;website&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; ever since.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; that's my excuse for not being online.. the kids have taken over the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;puter&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;na&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. I'm still just &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bla&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; about being on the com&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;puter&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But I do think I want a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Webkinz&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of my own.. Sophia doesn't like sharing so much.&amp;nbsp; AND if You don't know what I am talking about.. then you are way out of the loop.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;google&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; it &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;On Sophia's birthday I got a big present.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;finnaly&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; after over &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;3years&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;, got back in touch with my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;BBF&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Consuelo&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Another long lost friend &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;reconnection&lt;/SPAN&gt; thanks to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;MYSPACE&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I can't even tell you how much I have missed her or how happy and excited that we are talking again.&amp;nbsp; She was my&amp;nbsp;best friend threw all those wild teen years and while our lives have taken &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;different&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; twist and turns and directions I still feel like she is my sister.&amp;nbsp; If only we could afford for us to meet up in person.. I tried tempting her out here with those New Kids On The Block concert tickets (November &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;whoot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;whoot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;) but while she would LOVE to go with me (one of those childhood things we share) she is just as broke as me &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; For now phone calls and e-mail will have to do.. but I am blessed even to have that.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Another little joy in my life is the garden we have going.&amp;nbsp; The roses from last year are doing well and the new red &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;climbers&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; we planted this year are starting to bud and bloom.&amp;nbsp; The wild flower seeds and sunflowers are &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;finally&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; taking off too.&amp;nbsp; Every day I come home from work and walk to the side of the house to look at them and pull weeds that always seem to pop up.&amp;nbsp; I few moments to myself before I walk in to the kids all over me or see what ever mess they have made that day.&amp;nbsp; Every now and then I send josh &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pics&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; with a note saying Thank You For The Roses.&amp;nbsp; He is the one that did all the work and it is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sooo&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; much better then getting flowers delivered anyway.. they come back again and again.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Last Friday I splurged and took Zane to the Weird Al concert.&amp;nbsp; It was not planned so being able to get floor seats was a nice surprise.&amp;nbsp; And they were awesome seats.&amp;nbsp; Zane is still very thankful and doing little things with out being asked... he had such a good time and loves &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bragging&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; to other like minded friends that he was there and with in feet of&amp;nbsp; the stage.. He really really likes Weird Al.. that sarcastic humor, and he knew and sang along with EVERY Song..&amp;nbsp; I had a good time too even though it was not &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;nessicarly&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; my thing.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;OMG&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. It really was a nerd convention but funny as heck.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;School is starting next week and it is so hard to get the kids back into a normal routine.&amp;nbsp; This year they have changed the schools hours and how they do busing, so they will have to be up even earlier than last year.&amp;nbsp; But we have just about all the back to school shopping done, just need to lay out first day clothes and go to meet the teacher night and see if there is some &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;tweaking&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; we can do to the older two's class schedule.&amp;nbsp; I can't &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;believe&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; my youngest is going into 2nd grade and my oldest in 8th.. it just doesn't seem right!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;And as always counting down the days till Josh comes home.&amp;nbsp; Labor Day weekend seems so far away but getting closer.&amp;nbsp; We are planning a family camping trip and maybe a float on the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Meramec&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; River.&amp;nbsp; We are so excited because &amp;nbsp;its been a few year since the last time we have gone camping all together.. I mean real camping.. in a tent with a fire pit! &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LOL&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;As always I will try to catch up but don't be surprised if it is awhile before another entry&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-28461953353070973?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/28461953353070973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-over-due-update-sophia-7th.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/28461953353070973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/28461953353070973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-over-due-update-sophia-7th.html' title='long over due update.. Sophia&amp;#39;s 7th birthday, flowers in bloom, Weird Al concert.. ect..'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-259398355550433300</id><published>2008-07-24T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains... it pours : (</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;And I'm not talking&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;about today's rai&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; storm. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;gurrrrrrrr&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Yes a car accident, the crowni&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;g &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;vent that put a dark high ligh&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt; o&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; already&amp;nbsp;gloomy day.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;To start, it was &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;laxative&lt;/SPAN&gt; day at work ugh.. I al&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;ays dread that but some one has&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;to do it.&amp;nbsp; Another reminder I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;m not paid enough (my&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;client is a quad).&amp;nbsp;All day I was looking forward&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;to getting off and making my way to the book sto&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;e to pick up book #11 i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; The Wheel Of Time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And time&amp;nbsp;went by fast today &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;until&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; I got to my car.&amp;nbsp; It would&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;'t start.. dead battery...agai&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;!!&amp;nbsp; I had already pla&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;ned to go to Auto Zone to get a new one but we had charged it up &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;last night&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;normally&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; that would carry&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;me out threw the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;ext day. It was o&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; my list of To Do's today.&amp;nbsp; Josh has&amp;nbsp; bee&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; using his ca&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt; si&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;ce he has bee&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; ho&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt;e a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;d h&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt; was at the docs getting an &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;MRI&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; done.&amp;nbsp; None of my friends were &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;available&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; to come and jump me or pick me up.&amp;nbsp;I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;normally&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;keep jumper cables i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt; the car but I guess I left them i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt; Josh's or i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt; the&amp;nbsp;garage. &amp;nbsp;But my client's sister called some one to come over and jump me &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;thankfully&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. I guess she didn't want me sitting around her house anymore &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;I went directl&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt; to Auto Zone &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;fter the jump.&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt; I am not asha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt;ed that I am i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt;norant of cars&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;and such and think that is a man's job &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; that is why I hate having to deal with car stuff.&amp;nbsp; I had them test the battery and the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alternator&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; (some one suggested that it may be the starter draining the battery).&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Thankfully&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; I just needed a new battery, $75&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;that I really did&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;'t want &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;o spend this week. But I&amp;nbsp;soothed my self by thinking&amp;nbsp;it could of been worse. n I hate to imagine how much a starter or &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alternator&lt;/SPAN&gt; would cost to fix.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;As I was&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;pulling out of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt;y parki&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt; spot i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; front of Auto Zone&amp;nbsp;I was sighing with relief and looking forwar&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;d&lt;/SPAN&gt; to&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;getting m&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt; book.&amp;nbsp; The&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; not two sec&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;nds ou&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt; i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; the isle a tru&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;c&lt;/SPAN&gt;k starts to back out i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;o me&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;.&lt;/SPAN&gt;. I tried to swi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;ve out of the way but it was to&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; late.&amp;nbsp; As yo&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;u&lt;/SPAN&gt; ca&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; tell by the dam&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;ge she hit me &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;tarting &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; the driv&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;r door so I was already &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;ell be&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;ind her w&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;e&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; she s&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;arted pulling out.. she&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;says&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;she did&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;'t eve&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;ee me (my big va&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; must of all o&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;f&lt;/SPAN&gt; a sudde&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; bee&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; invisible)&amp;nbsp; I t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;ink I would of b&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;en better off &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;f I just slam&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt;ed o&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt; the brakes i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt; stead of trying to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;swerve&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. I think there would of been less damage.. and the truck only had a broken tail light!!!&amp;nbsp; We just exchanged insurance info but in &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hind&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; sight I should of&amp;nbsp;had a police report done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Especially&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; when she said this is the second time she had a car accident on her birthday and the insurance info was in her parents name.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;No &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;b&lt;/SPAN&gt;ook&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;sto&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;e t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;day&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;.&lt;/SPAN&gt;. I&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;headed right home and called my insurance company and now I am dealing with that back and forth and waiting on a claims adjuster and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;estimator&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; to call me back to set up an appointment for them to come out.&amp;nbsp; And that maybe some time next week.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;O&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; a happier note.. Josh went to the doctor yest&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;r day with good reports o&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; his health for the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt;ost part.. his&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;heart is i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; top shape and blood &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pressure&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; is perfect.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;S&lt;/SPAN&gt;he sent him to&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;get a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;MRI&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; today because his shoulder has bee&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; messing with him real bad for a few months and they wanted to make sure it was not a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;rotator&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; cuff or tor&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ligament&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Turns out he has arth&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;itis i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; his shoulder and he needs to go see a specialist (ugh more money) and his blood results shows his &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;cholesterol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; is getting high and he needs to switch to a low fat and low &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;carb&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; diet.&amp;nbsp; His 32 B&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;rth day is Monda&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. a little you&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt; for arthritis I&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;would think but his job can be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;repetitive&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; As far as the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;cholesterol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; goes.. its not from what I feed him.. I almost NEVER fry food and I never put salt in anything.. I am a very bland cook.&amp;nbsp; So I threatened him that if he &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;doesn't&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; eat better while he is on the road I would make him come home and all he would have is tofu.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;We &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;ave&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;tal&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;k&lt;/SPAN&gt;ed &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;bou&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt; Jo&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;h going back to school.. maybe online.&amp;nbsp; The time he spent in &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;apprentice&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; school co&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;u&lt;/SPAN&gt;nts towards collage credit and it wo&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;u&lt;/SPAN&gt;ld&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;'t take but maybe a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;ye&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;r part time i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; school for&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;him to ear&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; associates.&amp;nbsp; Still he &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;s&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;'t sure what &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;o go to sc&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;ool for.. not too much wou&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;d pay any more &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;he&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; what he makes now or enjo&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt; as much.&amp;nbsp; I re&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt;ember i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; High School he&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;liked painting &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;nd airbrushing but artist don't get paid much unless they are dead &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Zane suggested maybe go and become a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;mechanic&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; but that is something you can't do online and it would be full time.&amp;nbsp; I suggested maybe &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Seminary&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;/ Bible Collage and be a minister.. not that pays well but plenty of rewards in heaven.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ya&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; that didn't appeal too much to him and I know it's not really his calling.&amp;nbsp; I don't know.. but&amp;nbsp;I am sure&amp;nbsp;some kind of&amp;nbsp;change is inevitable.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Tomorrow ca&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;only be better.. I hope.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="kenBurnsWoohoo"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-259398355550433300?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/259398355550433300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-it-rains-it-pours.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/259398355550433300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/259398355550433300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains... it pours : ('/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4566860024614157586</id><published>2008-07-21T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;The &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sermon&lt;/SPAN&gt; Sunday revolved around drawing closer to the Lord and the purpose and meaning of Communion, having a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;covenant&lt;/SPAN&gt; meal, self &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;examination&lt;/SPAN&gt; and the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;benefits&lt;/SPAN&gt; of doing it often.&amp;nbsp; The hammer hit and it was as if I was being called out.. Mary you &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;luke&lt;/SPAN&gt; warm, pulling away from your first love, stagnant Christian... &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;yup&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;THATS&lt;/SPAN&gt; ME.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;But it's everyone I have been pulling away from and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;actually&lt;/SPAN&gt; I have felt fine with it.. its comfortable, safe, lazy, easy.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;haven't&lt;/SPAN&gt; felt too compelled in making an &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;effort&lt;/SPAN&gt; to go to church.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;basically&lt;/SPAN&gt; because I just can't take all the questions about when is Josh coming home and oh how hard it must be when he is gone for work so much.. If I don't think about it, I don't have to deal with it and just drift threw till his next home coming... is it so much to ask that people just accept this is how it is right now and stop being so pushy about it.. even in love.&amp;nbsp; There is more to me than Josh and his absence..although it is just a fact of life right now that we have to do everything over the phone or computer and when he is home everyone &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;clamors&lt;/SPAN&gt; for his time and I just want him all to myself.&amp;nbsp; And I have let it fester in to anger and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;complacency&lt;/SPAN&gt; for well over two months.&amp;nbsp; Gas is crazy so I let that be an excuse too but really its just a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;convenient&lt;/SPAN&gt; explanation.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;And when I feel anger I tend to fall into a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;rebelous&lt;/SPAN&gt; state and backslide into old patterns that keep me away from being close with God.&amp;nbsp; And while that is an ugly place to be, not pretty of me, I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;haven't&lt;/SPAN&gt; felt like reaching out to come out.. I know it's my own choice to be this way.&amp;nbsp; I keep saying to myself.. oh next week I will get out of my stupor, tomorrow I will straighten up and be the Me I know I should be.&amp;nbsp; Monday I will put away foolishness and go to church for the weekly communion service they are starting to do.&amp;nbsp; Monday comes.. I plan to go..but I know.. if I do go I have to really be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sincere&lt;/SPAN&gt; and let my wall down with the Lord... because you cant take a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;convent&lt;/SPAN&gt; meal with that and if you do with out willing to give up what is impure in &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;your life&lt;/SPAN&gt; it is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;detrimental&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;So I hide in my books (been reading the Wheel Of Time series.. waiting on book 11 to come into the bookstore) and catching up online on shows I have missed, avoiding the&amp;nbsp;News because I am so sick of hearing&amp;nbsp;about bad things and about the elections&amp;nbsp;and I yell at the kids for fighting too much with each other and getting into things while I let myself be distracted.&amp;nbsp; I dread going to work because I am&amp;nbsp;feeling like a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;medieval&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;servant&amp;nbsp; and am paid &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;wayyyyy&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;tooo&lt;/SPAN&gt; little for all that I do.. so I skirt on some things and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;haven't&lt;/SPAN&gt; given my all and even not been very good company.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;So there &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt; go if you were wondering.&amp;nbsp;My downward spiral laid out.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;It's not like we &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;haven't&lt;/SPAN&gt; talked about Josh finding a job that will keep him in town but what it boils down to is less money, less security, and we are holding on to the house by a thread right now as it is.. we would have to give it up and we are not to that point where we can just do that yet.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;It may be out of our hands soon enough.. Josh is coming home tomorrow (he was just home a week ago) because he needs to see his doctor.&amp;nbsp; Apparently our wonderful UNION insurance doesn't cover him outside our area and he really is scared because he blacked out with out warning at work a few days ago.&amp;nbsp; He says he doesn't think it was because of the heat or being dehydrated and he just hasn't felt right since.&amp;nbsp; It could be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;something&lt;/SPAN&gt; as simple as blood &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pressure&lt;/SPAN&gt; or it could be he has developed a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sensitivity&lt;/SPAN&gt; to working in the heat.. and that would mean he would &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;prob&lt;/SPAN&gt; have to change jobs.&amp;nbsp; I don't know.. I know it puts a kink in some things... he has to use his free ticket we have been saving for me to use to see him because his work &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;doesn't&lt;/SPAN&gt; want to pay for his travel unless it does turn out to be a work related condition, and he looses pay to come home.&amp;nbsp; But it will be nice &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;soooooo&lt;/SPAN&gt; nice to see him even under these &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;circumstances&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4566860024614157586?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4566860024614157586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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my friends felt the same and met up with me at the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;HighSchool&lt;/SPAN&gt; to sandbag.&amp;nbsp; It was hard work.. a bit &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;disorganized&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. and the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;governor&lt;/SPAN&gt; and all coming in was somewhat funny, but the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;scene&lt;/SPAN&gt; of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;accomplishment&lt;/SPAN&gt; and community was amazing.&amp;nbsp; Not sure how much of our efforts will pay off but I am praying for all those who are effected by this years flooding.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,0,0" width="415" height="347" id="browser" style="padding:0;margin:0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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blessed I am to have Josh in my life.&amp;nbsp; I know many women who are not as lucky and can only complain about their husband or father of their children.&amp;nbsp; No Josh is not perfect but he always tries to do right or make the best of what he has.&amp;nbsp; Today is Father's Day AND our &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;12th&lt;/SPAN&gt; year &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;anniversary&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I must say so far we have beat the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;na&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sayers&lt;/SPAN&gt;, the odds and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;statistics&lt;/SPAN&gt;, and&amp;nbsp;come&amp;nbsp;threw&amp;nbsp;being even more in love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;We had Zane when we were still teenagers and then got married when we were 19.&amp;nbsp; I can give you so many examples of how my husband puts his family first over himself.. first one was he moved/followed me while I was still &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pregnant&lt;/SPAN&gt; 2000 miles away, changing his plans of joining the navy, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;preferring&lt;/SPAN&gt; to be there for us.&amp;nbsp; Also he would not marry me until I finished getting my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;HS&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Diploma&lt;/SPAN&gt; and I must say that did help keep me motivated.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;As a husband he is a giving lover and excellent provider.&amp;nbsp; As a father he tires to find&amp;nbsp;and use those teachable moments with our 4 children.&amp;nbsp; The last few years he has had to travel &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt; for work and it has been hard on us all but instead of letting it tear us down we &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;treasure&lt;/SPAN&gt; each moment together and let the time away make&amp;nbsp;our hearts grow &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;fonder&lt;/SPAN&gt; for each other.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Josh is tender hearted, a good handyman, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;responsible&lt;/SPAN&gt;, passionate, honorable, loves the Lord.&amp;nbsp; If there was a Proverb's Husband as there is a Proverb's wife.. he would fit closely the bill.&amp;nbsp; I often feel undeserving of him.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;As you can tell I just adore my husband and that rubs off on the children too &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Home &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;comings&lt;/SPAN&gt; are a big gift and a party, departures from each other are tearful&amp;nbsp; but brave and time apart if filled with longing and faith that we will be together again soon.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;This last departure he took our 13 &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;yrd&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;son with him to spend a month with him.&amp;nbsp; I expect Zane to come back almost a man and to&amp;nbsp;of had many adventures with his dad and learning &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt; of what it is to be a real man.&amp;nbsp; How to work hard, how to put others first, how to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;honor&lt;/SPAN&gt; God and our Country and his family.&amp;nbsp;While Josh is at work Zane is spending his time either volunteering at a local nursing home (and they say they are already very attached to him and he does very well with the elderly) or at the downtown Library or taking care of chores around the apartment.&amp;nbsp; It didn't take Josh long to see what I have known.. it was time for the boy to have a cell phone &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But Zane bought his own phone with his own money he had earned.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;I miss them terribly and am starting to count down the days till we are together again.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="photoPileWoohoo"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8052938903799896012?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8052938903799896012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/josh-wonderful-father-awesome-husband.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8052938903799896012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8052938903799896012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/josh-wonderful-father-awesome-husband.html' title='Josh: Wonderful Father, Awesome Husband'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8761515667365914178</id><published>2008-06-06T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Needed for Prenatally Diagnosed Conditions Awareness Act</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;From:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;A href="mailto:information@SBA-LIST.ORG"&gt;SBA List President &amp;lt;information@SBA-LIST.ORG&amp;gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;B&gt;Subject:&lt;/B&gt; Support Needed for Prenatally Diagnosed Conditions Awareness Act&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;DIV id=AOLMsgPart_0_b34a3f1c-0e30-497b-b6bf-b7556e7b074f&gt;&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: #b5c4df 1pt solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 3pt; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=bmpreviewlink&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;TABLE id=container style="WIDTH: 100%" cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%" border=0&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 7.5pt; PADDING-LEFT: 7.5pt; BACKGROUND: white 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7.5pt; PADDING-TOP: 7.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" vAlign=top&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;TABLE style="WIDTH: 6.25in" cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=600 border=0&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; BACKGROUND: white 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" vAlign=bottom&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="" src="https://www.kintera.com/accounttempfiles/account105067/images/sbalogo3.jpg" border=0/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 0in" vAlign=bottom&gt;&lt;DIV id=txt_title&gt;&lt;P style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align=right&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; COLOR: #333333; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'"&gt;SBA List Legislative Action Alert&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=txt_date&gt;&lt;P style="TEXT-ALIGN: right" align=right&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 13pt; COLOR: #666666; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'"&gt;June 5, 2008&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; PADDING-TOP: 18.75pt" vAlign=top&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;TABLE style="WIDTH: 6.25in" cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=600 border=0&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 7.5pt; PADDING-LEFT: 7.5pt; BACKGROUND: white 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7.5pt; PADDING-TOP: 7.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" vAlign=top&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=txt_heading_one&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 18pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;Parents Need Support Not Abortion&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;TABLE style="WIDTH: 435pt" cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=580 border=0&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 6pt; PADDING-LEFT: 6pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 6pt; PADDING-TOP: 6pt"&gt;Dear Mary,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The Prenatally Diagnosed Conditions Awareness Act helps parents when they need it most. &lt;IMG height=314 alt="" hspace=10 src="https://www.kintera.com/accounttempfiles/account105067/images/down_s_lrg.jpg" width=235 align=right vspace=10 border=0 longDesc=""/&gt; When given a difficult diagnosis about their unborn child, shock and fear rise in the hearts of most parents.&amp;nbsp; This bill would help &lt;STRONG&gt;educate&lt;/STRONG&gt; parents about the condition and provide &lt;STRONG&gt;support&lt;/STRONG&gt; in their time of need.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.sba-list.org/siteapps/advocacy/ActionItem.aspx?c=ddJBKJNsFqG&amp;amp;b=4187555&amp;amp;aid=10454" target=_blank&gt;Go here and urge your senator to support this bill.&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Ninety percent of children with Down Syndrome are aborted.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp; The statistics are the same for many other prenatal diagnoses.&amp;nbsp; But ask parents of kids with cystic fibrosis if they have brought joy into their lives.&amp;nbsp; Ask a kid with Down Syndrome if he thinks his life is worth living.&amp;nbsp; I think you know the answers you'll get.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;This bill has the potential to reduce abortions! &lt;A href="http://www.sba-list.org/siteapps/advocacy/ActionItem.aspx?c=ddJBKJNsFqG&amp;amp;b=4187555&amp;amp;aid=10454" target=_blank&gt;Help make that happen.&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Thankfully, this bill has bipartisan support.&amp;nbsp; Giving parents the resources they need makes sense.&amp;nbsp; Please &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.sba-list.org/siteapps/advocacy/" target=_blank&gt;go here today&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; and show your support for this important bill.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;For Life,&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;IMG alt="" src="https://www.kintera.com/accounttempfiles/account105067/images/marjorie_signature.jpg" border=0/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;Marjorie Dannenfelser&lt;BR/&gt;Susan B. Anthony List President&lt;BR/&gt;703-875-3370&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.kintera.org/TR.asp?a=isKSL4PQKqJ0IhK&amp;amp;s=dvLTIfPWKiLTJ7MVLvE&amp;amp;m=okI5IaPPJqIaE&amp;amp;af=y" target=_blank&gt;www.sba-list.org&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;P.S. Thirty five years of &lt;EM&gt;Roe v. Wade &lt;/EM&gt;h&lt;SPAN style="FONT-FAMILY: Times New Roman"&gt;as b&lt;/SPAN&gt;urdened our nation.&amp;nbsp; Consider &lt;A title="http://www.kintera.org/TR.asp?a=itK0J9PPLqIYLhK&amp;amp;s=dvLTIfPWKiLTJ7MVLvE&amp;amp;m=okI5IaPPJqIaE&amp;amp;af=y  http://www.kintera.org/TR.asp?a=itKZJcPRLoIXLgK&amp;amp;s=dvLTIfPWKiLTJ7MVLvE&amp;amp;m=okI5IaPPJqIaE&amp;amp;af=y" href="http://www.kintera.org/TR.asp?a=lvIYIdM2JtI7KrJ&amp;amp;s=[[en_supporter_id]]&amp;amp;m=[[en_MailID2]]&amp;amp;af=y" target=_blank&gt;giving a small gift&lt;/A&gt; of $35 to the Susan B. Anthony List -- one dollar for each year -- and do your part to support our efforts to fight abortion advocates on Capitol Hill. &amp;nbsp; With your help, we can make a difference for Life!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;P.P.S. Don't miss a thing -- add &lt;A href="mailto:information@sba-list.org"&gt;information@sba-list.org&lt;/A&gt; to your safe senders list.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt"&gt;This e-mail is never sent unsolicited. You, or someone on your behalf, have subscribed to receive this information from the Susan B. Anthony List. SBA List never sells, rents or even exchanges e-mail addresses. If you are subscribed to our lists, you will only receive messages from the Susan B. Anthony List. If you don't want to receive legislative emails, click the link at the bottom of this email. Because we lobby Congress, contributions to the Susan B. Anthony List are not tax-deductible.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7.5pt; PADDING-TOP: 7.5pt" vAlign=top&gt;&lt;DIV id=txt_address&gt;&lt;P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8.5pt; COLOR: #006699; FONT-FAMILY: 'Verdana','sans-serif'"&gt;Susan B. Anthony List - 1800 N Kent St - Suite 1070 - Arlington, VA 22209&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- end of AOLMsgPart_0_b34a3f1c-0e30-497b-b6bf-b7556e7b074f --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8761515667365914178?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8761515667365914178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/support-needed-for-prenatally-diagnosed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8761515667365914178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8761515667365914178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/support-needed-for-prenatally-diagnosed.html' title='Support Needed for Prenatally Diagnosed Conditions Awareness Act'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-1291791766849684706</id><published>2008-06-06T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my All About Me Section</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff size=6&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;Check it out&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;I've&lt;/SPAN&gt; been meaning to change it forever.. it's been some time since I had sported the short short hair in the about me &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pic&lt;/SPAN&gt; and the kids have gotten much bigger too.&amp;nbsp; I had a slow day so I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;played&lt;/SPAN&gt; on blingee.com and glittered out the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pics&lt;/SPAN&gt; that are now adorning my About Me section&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffff00 size=5&gt;I know it &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;askew&lt;/SPAN&gt; the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;column&lt;/SPAN&gt; a bit but I think it's a trade off.. most &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ppl&lt;/SPAN&gt; just click the link and read an &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;individual&lt;/SPAN&gt; entry anyhow.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff99ff size=6&gt;So What &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ya&lt;/SPAN&gt; think??????????&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-1291791766849684706?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1291791766849684706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-out-my-all-about-me-section.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/1291791766849684706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/1291791766849684706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-out-my-all-about-me-section.html' title='Check out my All About Me Section'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-2394154347200080797</id><published>2008-06-05T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Sabotage Myself?? &amp; Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://cdn6.youplusplus.com/bs/big.83186.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;After a week off I started back to work Monday.&amp;nbsp; My new starting time is 6 a.m. and for anyone who knows me, knows I hate mornings or at least getting up at 5. I took the client knowing how I suck at mornings because I thought I could train myself to get up earlier and&amp;nbsp;mainly because I need to work.&amp;nbsp; I was doing pretty well going to bed early and for Monday to Wed I was at work with time to spare.&amp;nbsp; But this morning I woke up at 6:30 and was seriously late.&amp;nbsp; With out going into the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;specifics&lt;/SPAN&gt; of my client and family.. lets just say &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ppl&lt;/SPAN&gt; depend on me being there on time, no excuse.&amp;nbsp; I rushed to get dressed and the kids up and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;barreled&lt;/SPAN&gt; to work with out calling in to let them know I was on the way and arriving just at 7.&amp;nbsp; Too late, way too late and I knew that.&amp;nbsp; I feel &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;soooo&lt;/SPAN&gt; bad, like a big fat &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;failure&lt;/SPAN&gt; because I&amp;nbsp;screwed up other people's work day.. and when you mess with other &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ppl&lt;/SPAN&gt;'s money.. they aren't happy about it.&amp;nbsp; I have no good excuse and all the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;apologizing&lt;/SPAN&gt; in the world will not change that I messed up.&amp;nbsp; I was sent home and told to come tomorrow, the family already called into their work and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hopefully&lt;/SPAN&gt; can make up work Friday (Fridays are theirs and mine day off).&amp;nbsp; My &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;initial&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;instinct&lt;/SPAN&gt; is to tell my boss to just find some one else who is better, more &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;responsible&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. shoot they may just request someone else anyway and would be in all rights of doing so.&amp;nbsp; But I know I should stick it out, prove myself that I am better than that and can be relied on.&amp;nbsp; We will see how tomorrow goes.&amp;nbsp; But I see the pattern.. I see that I sabotage myself with jobs.. not on purpose &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;of course&lt;/SPAN&gt; but maybe &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;subconsciously&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Either way I feel &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;like&lt;/SPAN&gt; crap today and wish I could just hide but I do have another person to go to today at 11.&amp;nbsp; So I am just killing time.&amp;nbsp; I liked the little graphic I put in this post &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;cuz&lt;/SPAN&gt; it was cute when I saw it.. but really I don't like being imperfect &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt; and that is part of my problem.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;But over the last few days I have been doing some thinking and praying.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;realize&lt;/SPAN&gt; I need to be more &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;grateful&lt;/SPAN&gt; for what I do have and where I am at in life.&amp;nbsp; I seem to be such a complainer lately and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;whiney&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I am so blessed and I take my many blessings for granted too much.&amp;nbsp; Just the simple act of walking or being &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;independent&lt;/SPAN&gt; or having &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;air conditioning&lt;/SPAN&gt; when its almost 90 out is more then some people have.&amp;nbsp; I should be content.. I have food and water and shelter, I have good health so far and my children are wonderful (&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt; according to everyone I know).&amp;nbsp; And with the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;economy&lt;/SPAN&gt; as it is I am grateful that I DO have a job, as small as it is and its a job where (when I am on the ball) I can be a blessing to others.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljurlAdd" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljurlAdd&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljurlAdd_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljurlAdd_1&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-2394154347200080797?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2394154347200080797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-do-i-sabotage-myself-thankful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2394154347200080797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2394154347200080797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-do-i-sabotage-myself-thankful.html' title='Why Do I Sabotage Myself?? &amp;amp; Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8371120846030198644</id><published>2008-06-03T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from Memorial BBQ &amp; STL Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8371120846030198644?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8371120846030198644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/pics-from-memorial-bbq-stl-zoo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8371120846030198644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8371120846030198644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/pics-from-memorial-bbq-stl-zoo.html' title='Pics from Memorial BBQ &amp;amp; STL Zoo'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-6349027153824316629</id><published>2008-05-31T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did a bad bad thing.. I may be left stigmatized for the rest of my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I can't believe I did it.. I couldn't help myself.&amp;nbsp; One e-mail lead to one &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;website&lt;/SPAN&gt; and that &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;website&lt;/SPAN&gt; lead to what I know will &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;result&lt;/SPAN&gt; in endless shame for a life time to come. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I bought New Kids On The Block Concert Tickets!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Floor Seats!!!!!!!!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;The &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;12yrd&lt;/SPAN&gt; girl in me is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;squealing&lt;/SPAN&gt; with &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;excitement&lt;/SPAN&gt;, jumping up and down, counting down the weeks to November &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;10th&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;31yrd&lt;/SPAN&gt; women in me who has developed more mature tastes in everything is so &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;embarrassed&lt;/SPAN&gt; and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bracing&lt;/SPAN&gt; for endless wrath and teasing from my husband and friends.&amp;nbsp; I already got the eye roll when Josh discovered his &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ringtone&lt;/SPAN&gt; is "I'll Be Loving You Forever".&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I have two &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;tix&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Who wants to come with me??? &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LOL&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=tags id=tagsLocation&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Tags: &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/NKOTB" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;NKOTB&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;, &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/NEW+KIDS+ON+THE+BLOCK+CONCERT" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK CONCERT&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;, &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/SHAME" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;SHAME&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-6349027153824316629?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6349027153824316629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-bad-bad-thing-i-may-be-left.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6349027153824316629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6349027153824316629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-bad-bad-thing-i-may-be-left.html' title='I did a bad bad thing.. I may be left stigmatized for the rest of my life...'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-7066153778791991019</id><published>2008-05-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'v gone to the dark side.. well my hair has anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Last Friday I was &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sooo&lt;/SPAN&gt; ready for a change, new hair was just what I needed.&amp;nbsp; I have never been anything but a blonde or &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;strawberry blonde&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have been blessed with very pretty blonde hair all my life.. so much so no one would allow me to do anything else with it.&amp;nbsp; So I was in a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;rebel&lt;/SPAN&gt; mood when I went to get my hair &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;trimmed&lt;/SPAN&gt; and went ahead and got&amp;nbsp; what is for me, an &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;extreme&lt;/SPAN&gt; color change.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Mocca&lt;/SPAN&gt; with blonde highlights in the bangs!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes I know it's summer and hair is supposed to go lighter and then darker for winter.. but I think we have established I never do anything the way you are supposed to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I didn't send any &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pics&lt;/SPAN&gt; to Josh &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;before&lt;/SPAN&gt; he got home and teased him to no end.&amp;nbsp; But he seems to like it and I have liked the reaction I have gotten from &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ppl&lt;/SPAN&gt; who have seen me in person.&amp;nbsp; My sister Marcy has even said she wants to copy it &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;What do you think?!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="slidingBlockWoohoo"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-7066153778791991019?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7066153778791991019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-gone-to-dark-side-well-my-hair-has.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7066153778791991019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7066153778791991019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-gone-to-dark-side-well-my-hair-has.html' title='I&amp;#39;v gone to the dark side.. well my hair has anyway'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-6704403653519065850</id><published>2008-05-23T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Ok.. ... w&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;ll.. first off last week I did call my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;supervisor&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; aski&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;g t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; be placed with &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;different&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; client.&amp;nbsp; I was just &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;b&lt;/SPAN&gt;eing&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;s&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; stre&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;ed out by this f&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;mily.. mainly the daughter&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;in l&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;w and her &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Nazi&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;anal&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; rete&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;tivness and little&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;notes and phone calls &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;n of&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;f&lt;/SPAN&gt; ho&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;u&lt;/SPAN&gt;rs.&amp;nbsp; She didn't &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt;et&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;that my job &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;as JUST suppe&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;visi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt; and companionship.. she seemed&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; think I was her personal enforcer and if my client didn't&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;d&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; as she said &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;e w&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;uld h&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;ng ov&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt; her&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;head &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;threats&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of sending her off&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;to a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;ursing home.&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt; And you know the too caring person I am got way attached to the client.&amp;nbsp; And then a cookie situation came up... some one ate Girls Scout cookies on the couch.. leaving crumbs and the empty package.. oh the humanity.. the horror.. how dare they who ever did.. because it was NOT me, but since that is where I sit mostly and no one in the home was admitting to it, guess where the finger was pointed.&amp;nbsp; My company has a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;strict&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; policy of not eating the clients food and I would bring my own breakfast and lunch and drinks.&amp;nbsp; I was often offered food or there was treats left out where my client could be tempted to go off her diabetic diet... but I always &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;politely&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; said no thanks and took a swig of my slim-fast.&amp;nbsp; I have been making progress on some &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;weight loss&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; too.&amp;nbsp; I think maybe over the almost 5 months I have been in there I did &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;accept&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;piece&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of birthday cake and did dip into a bowl that was left out of Easter candy.&amp;nbsp; ANY HOW.. that was my limit there.. first cookies and then what would that lead too? No way was I going to stick around too long to find out.&amp;nbsp; But when I called my supervisor last week she was out on medical leave and I vented to her assistant and was told there was nothing I could do till she got back and to just sit tight.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I hadn't h&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;ard back &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;nd I was a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;b&lt;/SPAN&gt;out ready to let it &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;, thinking maybe I was just be&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;ng premens&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;ral&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;last week&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;and I could handle my job.. af&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;er all not everyon&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt; is happy with where th&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;y work and&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;still&amp;nbsp;deal with it&amp;nbsp;and g&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;n &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;veryday.&amp;nbsp; I was thin&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;k&lt;/SPAN&gt;ing &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;o myself tha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt; I was a bit spoiled and to suck it up and pray on how to be a better servant.&amp;nbsp; Then again this week there were &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;home baked&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; cookies left out... and some one ate on them.. I was asked if I had eaten any.. nope sure didn't.. and if it was my client she must of done it while I was in the bathroom or something but she was denying it.&amp;nbsp;I know you are thinking.. so what.. they are just cookies.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; I know!!&amp;nbsp; But some people have to have contr&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; over EVERY aspect of EVERYONE's life and if something is out of place it stresses them to no end and they have to find something or some one to release that on.. guess who.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Ok.. s&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; tha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt; is the back story&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; yesterday..with &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of de&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;ail left out for p&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;ivacy sake.&amp;nbsp; So yesterday just as I pull&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;int&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; the dr&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;vewa&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt; at work my son cal&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;s me on&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;my cell telling me t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;ey&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;have missed the b&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;u&lt;/SPAN&gt;s and&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;need me t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; get the&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt; t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; s&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;c&lt;/SPAN&gt;h&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;gurrrr&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I was l&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;oking f&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;rward to a short uncomp&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;icat&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;d da&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt; with work because my client had an ap&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;p&lt;/SPAN&gt;oint&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ment&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;, al&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt; I had &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;o do was st&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;ck it out till she had to le&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;ve.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;T&lt;/SPAN&gt;he son was home because he was going to take the client to her appoint&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ment&lt;/SPAN&gt; and&amp;nbsp; I tell him about the call I just got and that I would go and get her out of bed and up and going and then leave and come right back.&amp;nbsp; Sure no problem.&amp;nbsp; Well let's just say it took over an hour to get her up and going, it was not turning out to be the easy day I had anticipated.&amp;nbsp; So just as I am leaving my supervisor calls the house and is talking with the son, if it was a normal day I would of waited&amp;nbsp;or told my kids to play &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hookie&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; but scho&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ol&lt;/SPAN&gt; was having special events threw out the day and they needed to keep up with attendance, only 2 days of scho&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ol&lt;/SPAN&gt; left anyway.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I get back an hour later (I live 15 &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt;in awa&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt; and als&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; had t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; si&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt;n the kids in t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; th&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;ee &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;different&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; sch&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;ols)&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;and my client is sitting in her ch&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;ir and the&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;son is back in bed napp&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;ng.&amp;nbsp; My&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;supperv&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;sor cal&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;s again&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; talk &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;ith me w&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;dering why I wasn't t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;ld t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; call her ba&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;c&lt;/SPAN&gt;k &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;s requested.&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt; She tells me she t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;d the son that &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;ast week &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;I&lt;/SPAN&gt; had requested to be pulled out (&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;omg&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;) that she was just getting back and getting caught up, had not talked to me about why and&amp;nbsp; before she put someone else in she needed to talk to me.&amp;nbsp; I am cringing&amp;nbsp; because I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;foresee&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; all sorts of tension in the house.&amp;nbsp; I get her all caught up, she knows how I am stressed by this family, I have forward to her every &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ridiculous&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; note that was left for me and in the past have asked for her to talk to them about my job title and what my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;respoblities&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; are and where the line is (and as far as I know she never did but is with me on that I have put up with &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and have gone above and beyond with them).&amp;nbsp; She said it was possible to put some one else in but it was a male and didn't think they would be too happy about that.&amp;nbsp;She wanted to know what I wanted to do.&amp;nbsp;I told her I would prefer to call her later when I was off.. I didn't want to talk &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;in front&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of the client who already had the "deer in headlights, what is going on here" look on her face.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;S&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; the rest of the t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;me at work was wei&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;d... &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;he s&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;n and daugh&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;er were home but stay&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;d away &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;ot reall&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt; t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;lking t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; me, and I&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;can&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;see wh&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt;, knowing I had as&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;k&lt;/SPAN&gt;ed to b&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt; placed s&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;mewhere else&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;.&lt;/SPAN&gt;. and if&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;they &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;ere not going to b&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;ng it &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;u&lt;/SPAN&gt;p, neither was I.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Eventually&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; I w&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;s told&amp;nbsp;to pack a bag with my client and then they would leave for the appoint&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ment&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; S&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; I did, had her sign &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt;e out a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;d left for the day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had some time to think and pray about the situation.. still a bit &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hemming&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and hawing on what to do or say, talked it out with friends who all could see clearly that I had already made the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;decision&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; to be pulled out and that it would work out well for my family for me to have less stress and if that &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;meant&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; shorter hours over the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;somer&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;that is not &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;nessarly&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; a bad thing.&amp;nbsp; So I called my supervisor and told her only if they could find some one else to take her, to pull me out.&amp;nbsp; I did not want to leave her with out some one as back up.&amp;nbsp; Well the person she had in mind got assigned some where else already, too far for me to just switch with him and if I could stick with them until some one else can take over the client that would be great.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Kinda&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;anticlimactic&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; but do-able... it was settled.. so I thought.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Lat&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;r in the&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;day I got c&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;lled by&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;my Superv&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;sor te&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;lin&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt; me&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;no&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt; to bo&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;her goi&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;g in t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; w&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;rk&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;tomorro&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;, t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;e family requested I not come back&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;because... &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;I&lt;/SPAN&gt; LEFT EARLY&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;AND I DID STEAL THE&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;I&lt;/SPAN&gt;R COOK&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;I&lt;/SPAN&gt;ES&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;AND THEY A&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;R&lt;/SPAN&gt;E NOT SATISF&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;I&lt;/SPAN&gt;ED WITH ME.&amp;nbsp; I left early???? What are they talking about.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;apologized&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; for leaving and coming back because of my kids but that is not what they were talking about.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;apparently&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; I&amp;nbsp;left wit&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt; out&amp;nbsp;sa&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt;ing good &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;b&lt;/SPAN&gt;ye to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;hem, they were not ready to for me to leave... &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bla&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; what ever.&amp;nbsp; It is pretty laughable if I was not so mad about it.&amp;nbsp; I'm a nice easy going person and yea I do let my self get taken &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;advange&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of or as &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;some&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; would see it, walked over.. so when some one talks crap or tries to make me look bad with out just cause it does piss me off.&amp;nbsp; My boss told me not to worry about it, she &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;completely&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; understands they are &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;whack&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;-o and deals with things like this all the time. It is not &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;unusual&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; to pull out some one and replace them.&amp;nbsp; I asked how will this reflect on me as an employee?&amp;nbsp; And to my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;relief&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; she said not at all, I am in good standing.&amp;nbsp; It's just that she doesn't have anywhere else for me to go at the mo&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;meant&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and to keep in touch each week until she does, that she likes me &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and will do what she can.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;That is a relief and a bit&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;f &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;bumme&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; On&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;on&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt; had &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;I&lt;/SPAN&gt; get mor&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt; time &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;t home.. Jo&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;h is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;c&lt;/SPAN&gt;oming &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;ome for a week this Saturday (&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;wh&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;!)&amp;nbsp;an&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;d&lt;/SPAN&gt; the kids get out of scho&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp;On &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;he&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;other&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;had the extra money I have been getting from work has really helped and was going to go towards us maybe going to visit Josh in &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Philly&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; in July.&amp;nbsp; My only real concern now is I do live in a smaller &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;community&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and our kids know each other and I don't want a thing to develop or it may be weird seeing them around town &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;occasionally&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; God only knows what they are going to say to people.. but we mostly &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;don't&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; run the same &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;circles&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; but you never know.&amp;nbsp; And I am a bit sad I didn't get to say goodbye to my lady and hope that what ever happens to her that God will watch over her.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;S&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; that h&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;s been my week!! I did make &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt; com&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ment&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; Zane&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;the other day that all these&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;little things that have been going amiss in our life have been adding up and&amp;nbsp;if I didn't know any better I would say there is some demonic stuff going on.&amp;nbsp; And out of the mouth of babes he says well if we do have Satan's &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;attention&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; then that is good.. it means we are doing something right.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ohh&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; I don't know about all that but he may have a point there.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;I feel better now that is all out a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;d behind me.&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt; Today's a new day, a ne&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt; start and I d&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; have muc&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt; t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; be thankful for.&amp;nbsp; Mainly my friend&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt; wh&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; have been there &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; for me &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lately&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and listen to my problems and frustration.&amp;nbsp; I have been blessed with several good ones.. THANK YOU AMY, RACHEL, JENNY, AND &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;AUDRA AND EVEN BRANDY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-6704403653519065850?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6704403653519065850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6704403653519065850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6704403653519065850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-2845533223967936471</id><published>2008-05-23T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been one of those weeks where everything seems to be working against me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;F&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;rst off..&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;WTH&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;s going on with my photo alb&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;u&lt;/SPAN&gt;m&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;i&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt; my last entry???!!&amp;nbsp; When I ca&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;m&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt; t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;t was showing a photo album I posted at Easter.. not the Mother's Day &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;vigil&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; with my children holding &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;their&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; homemade signs.&amp;nbsp; I will give AOL the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;benefit&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of the doubt since I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;haven't&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; really been online much and will &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;assume&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;veryone's photo albums are get&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;ng &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt; glitch too, and not go with my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;initial&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;instinct&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; that I&amp;nbsp; am somehow being &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;censored&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;reposted&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; them and sorry if you got a double alert.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I will just start doing the extra work and posting my more &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;controversial&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pics&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; with &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;HTLM&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and load on a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;different&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; site??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Here is one of Zane and his own state&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ment&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; with a bit of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;emphasis&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; from glitter graphics (this one is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alos&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; featured on &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=37268721"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Myspace&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; profile&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;):&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A title="Glitter Graphics" href="http://blingee.com/blingee/view/57759055-1-3-of-my-generation" target=_blank&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;IMG title="1/3 of my generation" height=400 alt="1/3 of my generation" src="http://image.blingee.com/images15/content/output/000/000/000/371/151177217_139266.gif" width=300 border=0/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;A title="Glitter Graphics" href="http://blingee.com/" target=_blank&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Glitter Graphics&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;If that was all I had t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; deal with,&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;a little &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; glitch I w&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;uldn't be so.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;umm&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;gurrrrrr&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Shall I start the list... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Last Friday Lilly fell&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;on a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;feild trip&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; with sch&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;t the&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Butterfly H&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;u&lt;/SPAN&gt;se and de&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;ply &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bruised&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;her f&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;ot.&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt; P&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;or g&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;rl had to spend the weekend on crutches an&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;d&lt;/SPAN&gt; most of the week wearing an &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;orthopedic&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; shoe (that was not cheap to buy).&amp;nbsp; Who knew the Butterfly House was so dangerous... or maybe some one was just not doing a good job at supervising the children at play.. who knows.. I feel &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;enough&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; guilt at Lilly's &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;devastation&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; about me&amp;nbsp;having to work that day and missing it all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Sunday&amp;nbsp;I disc&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;vered my de&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;p fr&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;ezer&amp;nbsp;in &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt;arage had been&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;unplu&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt;ed and over&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;$100 in f&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;od had been defrosted &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;nd bl&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;od and water &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;ad &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;accumulated&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; on the bottom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;p&lt;/SPAN&gt;inpointed when it &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;as &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;l&lt;/SPAN&gt;ikely &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;unplugged&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and the meat for the most part was still c&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;d&lt;/SPAN&gt; so&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;could be cooked up or given away to be cooked up right away.&amp;nbsp; My neighbors gladly took what I couldn't eat.. roasts, steaks and chicken.. all good stuff.. but the good stuff I was &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;kinda&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; saving to cook for when Josh is home.&amp;nbsp; Most of that I bought on sale back when I got my tax return and was depending on it being there for when we were also broke.. and you know how food prices have risen!&amp;nbsp; Plus the clean up was nasty.. I had to drain the freezer and then clean it out with hot soapy water.. and there was a not so nice smell.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Monda&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;y&lt;/SPAN&gt; I couldn't fin&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;d&lt;/SPAN&gt; my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;glasses&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;as convinced th&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;t the cat must of put them somewhere.&amp;nbsp; They were lost for 3 days only to be found in my bed under my pillow where I had looked 10 times&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Tue&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;day thepassange&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt; si&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;d&lt;/SPAN&gt;e mirror to my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;2&lt;/SPAN&gt;002 &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;T&lt;/SPAN&gt;own a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;d Country van g&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;t broken. On my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;w&lt;/SPAN&gt;ay to work there is construction going on and narrowing the road &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;considerably&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;... plus I didn't have my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;glasses&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; on (not that I can't see &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;per say&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; but they would of helped) and my big '&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; mirror hit a mail &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;b&lt;/SPAN&gt;ox.&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;After&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;3 trips to auto parts stores looking for a replace&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ment&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. because you know it can't be easy for me.. it has to be a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;special&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; mirror with the defroster &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;thingy&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;, the only place I could find it was at the dealership and it cost JUST FOR A MIRROR.. NOT THE WHOLE CASING&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;SHEBANG&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; was just about $80!&amp;nbsp; Oh and I did stop at the house where the mail box was broke (being held together by duct tape) and left a note with my phone number saying I would pay for any damages... but still have not gotten a call.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;And then ye&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;s&lt;/SPAN&gt;te&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;day... the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;i&lt;/SPAN&gt;ci&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;g on my cake so to speak.. *deep breathing &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;exercises&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; because I am still upset and not sure how to start the story*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;LOL well that's the first time in a longggggggg time I have been told I have exceeded the charter limit!... guess I will have to do a rare part 2 entry.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-2845533223967936471?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2845533223967936471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-been-one-of-those-weeks-where.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2845533223967936471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2845533223967936471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-been-one-of-those-weeks-where.html' title='It&amp;#39;s been one of those weeks where everything seems to be working against me!'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-6596277582853081947</id><published>2008-05-13T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day from my children</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-6596277582853081947?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6596277582853081947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mother-day-from-my-children.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6596277582853081947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6596277582853081947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mother-day-from-my-children.html' title='Happy Mother&amp;#39;s Day from my children'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-552678000438705843</id><published>2008-05-08T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bonus... NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;So I get a call today from my hubby asking if I had looked at our checking account today.&amp;nbsp; No, not really why?&amp;nbsp; There was a deposit made in to it for eleven thousand dollars he says.&amp;nbsp; I laugh and say oh you mean eleven hundred, our &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;stimulus&lt;/SPAN&gt; check maybe?&amp;nbsp; No he says $11,000.&amp;nbsp; SAY WHAT!!&amp;nbsp; Obviously the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;government&lt;/SPAN&gt; has made a mistake.. you should call some one about that but &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;whoo&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;whoo&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. its there so its ours right?? &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LOL&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sigh.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;noo&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. it was his work.. they some how wired the wrong amount into our account and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. we have to give it back.. how honest of us.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I should take a screen shot because I can't image us ever having that much money move threw our account again &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Better yet I suggest we take a quick trip to Vegas and double it for them &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt; right.&amp;nbsp; Or they should let me keep it for putting up with long weeks as a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;single&lt;/SPAN&gt; parent and a frustrated women, services rendered!!&amp;nbsp; It's in my account..so it's my money now!!&amp;nbsp; But no.. it goes back first thing in the morning. *&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bla&lt;/SPAN&gt;*&amp;nbsp; I could really do some damage with $11,000.&amp;nbsp; But my son chimes in, now mom you know that if that was ours to keep&amp;nbsp; most of it would go to a pro-life &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;charity&lt;/SPAN&gt; or to church &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;because&lt;/SPAN&gt; after all mom who's money is it??.. yes it is all God's, if only for a few &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;minuets&lt;/SPAN&gt; it's lent to me lol.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;We really are expecting our "&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;stimulus&lt;/SPAN&gt; package" tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; But we have promised each other to be "&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;responsible&lt;/SPAN&gt;" with it and put it aside so I can get the massive dental work I need done.&amp;nbsp; It won't be enough to cover all of it but it will be a good chuck and a start.&amp;nbsp; ugh but I also really need a&amp;nbsp; new washer and dryer.. you know those nice front loaders,triple &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;capacity&lt;/SPAN&gt;, move mountains and, come in green one. (I can dream).&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The kicker is, I don't have work tomorrow and neither does hubby.&amp;nbsp; He has a rain day in Philly and I am not&amp;nbsp; needed because my client has a doctor appointment.&amp;nbsp; A day we are both sitting around, not making money.. and can't be together : (&amp;nbsp; Well, at least I will get some things done around the house and if it's not raining here, some yard work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;MAN.. $11,000.. I could hire a maid and a lawn boy!&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should buy a lottory ticket tomorrow?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;(you know I am just kidding.. I don't gamble)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-552678000438705843?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/552678000438705843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/bonus-not.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/552678000438705843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/552678000438705843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/05/bonus-not.html' title='A bonus... NOT'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-3610942816684727407</id><published>2008-05-01T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being quiet for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 526px; HEIGHT: 261px" height=262 src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9WB8fmqI/AAAAAAAAADc/YJjeWbN7bIY/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpEKoZ81y6KLwv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm" width=535/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I know its been awhile.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;prob&lt;/SPAN&gt; wondering &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;whats&lt;/SPAN&gt; been going on &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt; and yes that weekend was THAT good (ears still ringing).&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is why I have been a bit down and bummed out.&amp;nbsp; I try not to let it get to me, try not to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;focus&lt;/SPAN&gt; on it and to keep looking forward to the next homecomings.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kids and work and the house should be enough to keep me busy.&amp;nbsp; Thinking of planting some seeds for a garden soon.. if it would stay warm and not so wet.&amp;nbsp; But anything I am in just a quiet mode for now.&amp;nbsp; Oh I have lots to say, and have been doing some things I need to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt; about but for now I think I need to be still and in prayer.&amp;nbsp; I need to get back into a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;discipline&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. for my spiritual health, mental and physical too.&amp;nbsp; Know what I mean??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; 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I didn't even know we had an earthquake &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;until&lt;/SPAN&gt; I got in the shower and heard the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;DJ&lt;/SPAN&gt; on my radio talking about it.&amp;nbsp; But I know people who were woken up and were shocked badly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After all you don't expect to have earthquakes in MO!&amp;nbsp; Sure they talk about the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;possibility&lt;/SPAN&gt; but its been forever since we &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;actually&lt;/SPAN&gt; had one that you could feel.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I did feel a tiny bit the second one later in the morning but it really was of no consequence.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I want to find out what a BIG one is like... ugh this is why I don't live on the west coast!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Anyway, hubby is going to be home very soon now and the Only Earth moving I want to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;experience&lt;/SPAN&gt; is in the bedroom &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hehehe&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-316336481359699452?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/316336481359699452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/felt-earth-move-under-my-feet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/316336481359699452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/316336481359699452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/felt-earth-move-under-my-feet.html' title='Felt the Earth move under my feet...'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4591314760791426824</id><published>2008-04-18T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 10 hours... Mary's going to get some</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;9;00 p.m.&amp;nbsp;tonight, Josh is going to&amp;nbsp; barely be able to get out of the airport parking lot before getting attacked by his wife. : )&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I am on the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;verge&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of going bonkers.&amp;nbsp; I told my hubby last week&amp;nbsp;he HAS to come home this weekend.. no if ands or buts.&amp;nbsp; It's only been a few weeks but it feels like months.&amp;nbsp; And that book my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;friend&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; gave me called Red Hot &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Monogamy&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; didn't help &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; only made it worse for me.&amp;nbsp; That is not a book to be reading when your spouse is out of town &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;All week we have been doing this big build up, sending dirty texts to each other, among other things I shall not repeat *gig like a school girl*&amp;nbsp; Saturday we are have dinner reservations at this French &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;restaurant&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and winery and a room booked with extend check out time and a king size bed with chocolate and wine.&amp;nbsp; Oh &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; this weekend is purely about one thing.&amp;nbsp; Ha ha &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;aint&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; no shame in that, we are married &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Oh &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. the kids might get to see him for a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;minuet&lt;/SPAN&gt; too.&amp;nbsp; And if I can hold off some family drama till Monday I am going to have an awesome time.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;10 hours to go..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4591314760791426824?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4591314760791426824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-minus-10-hours-mary-going-to-get-some.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4591314760791426824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4591314760791426824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-minus-10-hours-mary-going-to-get-some.html' title='T minus 10 hours... Mary&amp;#39;s going to get some'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-2627748723439486805</id><published>2008-04-10T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://hometown.aol.com/hunybea4him/images/praise.gif"/&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I just have to write an entry about God's faithfulness and praise him for all he is doing.&amp;nbsp; By the skin of my teeth my electric was able to avoid &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;disconnection&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I was stressing over it, because I didn't think I would have the money &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;untill&lt;/SPAN&gt; Friday to go towards the bill and the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;disconnection&lt;/SPAN&gt; date was yesterday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ofcourse&lt;/SPAN&gt; I could of and should of asked for help with it but um maybe it was pride or just knowing how everyone else's funds are low too I couldn't bring myself to.&amp;nbsp; I called the electric company Monday to see about making an &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;arraignment&lt;/SPAN&gt; (I hear &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ppl&lt;/SPAN&gt; do it all the time) and ask if they could wait till Friday when I could pay the bill in full... but who ever answered in INDIA (don't get me started about that) was not very helpful on that front and said I didn't qualify (maybe he just didn't understand what I was trying to say &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;cuz&lt;/SPAN&gt; I sure had a hard time understanding him.. ugh again &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;don't&lt;/SPAN&gt; get me started).&amp;nbsp; So when the electric was still on yesterday and this morning I was happy for the bit of grace.&amp;nbsp; I checked my bank account balance before I left for work this morning and very happy to see my pay check was deposited early!!!&amp;nbsp; And there for I was able to pay on my bill, in the nick of time too... they said the order for &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;disconnect&lt;/SPAN&gt; was already out in the field. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://hometown.aol.com/hunybea4him/images/thankyoulord.gif"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;See it's little things like this that I see his hands on, not just the big &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;miraculous&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; For some it maybe just a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;coincidence&lt;/SPAN&gt;, for me it is my God taking care of me and my family's needs.. on his time table &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ofcourse&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Also this morning I got a chance to call into a radio program and comment on the clip of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Oprah&lt;/SPAN&gt; they had played in regards to what some are calling her new age church (&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;google&lt;/SPAN&gt; it or look it up on &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;youtube&lt;/SPAN&gt; or &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;godtube&lt;/SPAN&gt;).&amp;nbsp; I was commenting on the fact that she said faith and God, is a feeling that you don't have to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;believe&lt;/SPAN&gt; in one &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;particular&lt;/SPAN&gt; book or theology but on your feelings towards a higher power.&amp;nbsp; My comments are you can not base your &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;belief&lt;/SPAN&gt; system on feelings or &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;interpit&lt;/SPAN&gt; the Bible on feelings.. because feelings change day to day, they are &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;inconsistent&lt;/SPAN&gt; and can be wrong.&amp;nbsp; But God is The same yesterday, today and Forever, he never changes.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I don't FEEL like I am forgiven, and there was a time when I FELT I needed to do good works to enhance my salvation or earn my way to heaven but I now know that &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;despite&lt;/SPAN&gt; how I felt, what Jesus Christ did on the cross paid it all in full and I can not add to what he did by doing good deeds or take away from what he did when I fall short... IT IS FINISHED.&amp;nbsp; His grace is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sufficient&lt;/SPAN&gt;!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-2627748723439486805?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2627748723439486805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-blessed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2627748723439486805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/2627748723439486805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-blessed.html' title='Feeling Blessed'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-6531436029467209065</id><published>2008-04-08T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;EMBED name=godtube pluginspage=http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer align=middle src=http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf width=330 height=270 type=application/x-shockwave-flash FlashVars="viewkey=026dd1f3674774f06c51" wmode="transparent" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I cry every time I see this video because it is so my story! This was me and this is what Jesus did for me (and 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-6531436029467209065?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6531436029467209065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/reason.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6531436029467209065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6531436029467209065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/reason.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-5458428410149714570</id><published>2008-04-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't much about clothes but my hair is Fierceee!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Rock Star Hair Studio, Troy, MO&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=tags id=tagsLocation&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Rock+Star+Hair+Studio" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Rock Star Hair Studio&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="mixedMediaWoohoo"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-5458428410149714570?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5458428410149714570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-don-much-about-clothes-but-my-hair-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/5458428410149714570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/5458428410149714570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-don-much-about-clothes-but-my-hair-is.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t much about clothes but my hair is Fierceee!!!'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-3946861132301007776</id><published>2008-03-31T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia~rama</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;First I find my old best friend from when I was growing up.&amp;nbsp; Then I start &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/SPAN&gt; with the girls and go threw all these old pictures and now this!!!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;A href="http://news.aol.com/entertainment/music/music-news-story/_a/new-kids-to-perform-on-today/20080331153809990001?ncid=aimDBDL1_link2"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial color=#000000 size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;New Kids to Perform on 'Today' - AOL News&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;You Just don't even understand how I was &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;soooooo&lt;/SPAN&gt; nuts over &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;NKOTB&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I didn't just simply have my walls covered in posters.. I had my ceilings and closet wallpapered.&amp;nbsp; They were my first concert.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ofcourse&lt;/SPAN&gt; Donny was my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;fav&lt;/SPAN&gt; and I have followed his and his brother's acting &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;career&lt;/SPAN&gt; with great pleaser *&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;yum&lt;/SPAN&gt;* &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;jk&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Does this happen to everyone when theY turn 30..um something.. everything comes back around to make you feel even older??? &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LOL&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Maybe if they do come in concert I will take my girls and we can hoop and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;holler&lt;/SPAN&gt; together.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/NKOTB" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;NKOTB&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/NEW+KIDS+ON+THE+BLOCK" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/CONCERTS" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;CONCERTS&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-3946861132301007776?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3946861132301007776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/nostalgiarama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3946861132301007776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3946861132301007776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/nostalgiarama.html' title='Nostalgia~rama'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-9082884539781867533</id><published>2008-03-30T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what’s behind my current myspace profile song</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE class=blue_border style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=4 width="80%"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;what’s behind my current profile song on my myspace page (wish AOL journals made it easier to include music)&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Just so you know.. I&amp;nbsp;normaly put alot of thought behind what I add as my profile song andd Headline on my myspace page.&amp;nbsp; Here is the lyrics for the song I currently have:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Casting Crowns: I Am Every Man&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P id=lyrics&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I’m the man with all I’ve ever wanted&lt;BR/&gt;all the toys and playing games&lt;BR/&gt;I am the one who pours your coffee, corner booth each Saturday&lt;BR/&gt;I am your daughter’s favorite teacher&lt;BR/&gt;I am the leader of the band&lt;BR/&gt;I sit behind you in the bleachers&lt;BR/&gt;I am every man&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I’m the coach of every winning team and still a loser in my mind&lt;BR/&gt;I am the soldier in the airport facing giants one more time&lt;BR/&gt;I am the woman shamed and haunted by the cry of unborn life&lt;BR/&gt;I’m every broken man, nervous child, lonely wife&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;CHORUS:&lt;BR/&gt;Is there hope for every man&lt;BR/&gt;A solid place where we can stand&lt;BR/&gt;In this dry and weary land&lt;BR/&gt;Is there hope for every man&lt;BR/&gt;Is there love that never dies&lt;BR/&gt;Is there peace in troubled times&lt;BR/&gt;Someone help me understand&lt;BR/&gt;Is there hope for every man&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Seems there’s just so many roads to travel,&lt;BR/&gt;It’s hard to tell where they will lead&lt;BR/&gt;My life is scarred and my dreams unraveled&lt;BR/&gt;Now I’m scared to take the leap&lt;BR/&gt;If I could find someone to follow&lt;BR/&gt;Who know my pain and feels the weight&lt;BR/&gt;The uncertainty of my tomorrow, &lt;BR/&gt;The guilt and pain of yesterday&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;CHORUS: (reprise)&lt;BR/&gt;There is hope for every man&lt;BR/&gt;A solid place where we can stand&lt;BR/&gt;In this dry and weary land&lt;BR/&gt;There is hope for every man&lt;BR/&gt;There is Love that never dies&lt;BR/&gt;There is peace in troubled times&lt;BR/&gt;Will we help them understand?&lt;BR/&gt;Jesus is hope for every man&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;It is one of my new fav songs.&amp;nbsp; When I first heard it on the radio I ofcourse idenfied with the women haunted and ashamed by unborn life.&amp;nbsp; But I am not brought down by that thought.. I am uplifted because I am free of that guilt and shame and I now have hope.&amp;nbsp; Free yes Free!!&amp;nbsp; I used to be so plauged by the hurt of abortion, I have come along way since I have allowed the Lord to work on me and heal me.&amp;nbsp; Yes I am still sad, and miss having that sweet baby, she would be about 16yrs old&amp;nbsp;but the hope comes in knowing I will see her in Heaven when I get there and as the Lord has forgiven me of her murder, so will she.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vaG9tZXRvd24uYW9sLmNvbS9odW55YmVhNGhpbS9teWhvbWVwYWdlL2JhYnkuaHRtbA==" target=_self&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#003399 size=4&gt;Beautiful&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;.. I love you and miss you!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Casting+Crowns" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Casting Crowns&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Abortion" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Abortion&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Silent+No+More" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Silent No More&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-9082884539781867533?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9082884539781867533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-behind-my-current-myspace-profile.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/9082884539781867533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/9082884539781867533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-behind-my-current-myspace-profile.html' title='what’s behind my current myspace profile song'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8343444763755893899</id><published>2008-03-30T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'> JLand Photo Shoot #131 - Sacred</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/fisherkristina/SometimesIThink/entries/2008/03/24/jland-photo-shoot-131---sacred/1601"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;JLand Photo Shoot #131 - Sacred&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Josh got a new fancy semi pro camera to help him take up a hobby.&amp;nbsp; I encouraged him to play along in these&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;J&lt;/SPAN&gt;~Land &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;challenges&lt;/SPAN&gt; to help him get ideas &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; but this is what he said:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;"This a picture I would submit as "sacred" .&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Independence&lt;/SPAN&gt; Hall with an American Flag waving to the side. You can post it for me if you want. I just can't bring myself to start a "&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;".&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LOL&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp; I don't know why he has such an abrasion to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blogging&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. silly man of mine.&amp;nbsp; But I will post his &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pic&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; for him because I love it and I didn't have time to do mine.. I was going to take a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pic&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of my wedding ring as an entry for Sacred.&amp;nbsp; As you may guess Josh is currently in Philly and oh what wonderful things he gets to see being right down town.&amp;nbsp; I hope the kids and I get an &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;opportunity&lt;/SPAN&gt; to visit him if he is there threw the summer to see all the historic sights.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 541px; HEIGHT: 287px" height=282 src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9Wn1wegI/AAAAAAAAADk/Yhws_ObWQjU/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpBjDA*VIT8z1v4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm" width=521/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Intendance&lt;/SPAN&gt; Hall is where the first Congress signed The Declaration Of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Independence&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They also have on display one of the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;original&lt;/SPAN&gt; copies but Josh said it was too crowded and dark to get a good picture of it.&amp;nbsp; I think this is an excellent place to consider Sacred.. it is a turning point in history and should be very dear to every American.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=tags id=tagsLocation&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Tags: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Philliadphia" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/IndependenceHall" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Independence Hall&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Sacred" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Sacred&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/JlandPhoto+Shoot" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;JlandPhoto&lt;/SPAN&gt; Shoot&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8343444763755893899?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8343444763755893899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/jland-photo-shoot-131-sacred.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8343444763755893899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8343444763755893899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/jland-photo-shoot-131-sacred.html' title=' JLand Photo Shoot #131 - Sacred'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9Wn1wegI/AAAAAAAAADk/Yhws_ObWQjU/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpBjDA*VIT8z1v4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-7772835151351198155</id><published>2008-03-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What 10 things would you say to a friend you havn't seen in a long time... UPDATED!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Almost &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;2yrs&lt;/SPAN&gt; ago I posted &lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/hunybea4him/HunybeasOpenJournal/entries/2006/05/20/what-10-things-would-you-say-to-a-friend-you-havent-seen-in-a-long-time/2135"&gt;this entry&lt;/A&gt;.. some of you may remember.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=entry_title&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;What 10 things would you say to a friend you haven't seen in a long time?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV id=ifrm style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 10px"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Picture from Hometown" src="http://members.aol.com/hunybea4him/tonyamary.jpg" border=0/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Greek" color=#8000ff&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;A title=http://journalsparks.com/ href="http://journalsparks.com/"&gt;&lt;FONT color=#80ff80 size=4&gt;http://journalsparks.com/&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;#&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;What 10 things would you say to a friend you haven't seen in many years?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Every now and then my mind wonders back to my teenage year's best friend Ton&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt; Ashley.&amp;nbsp; (If you know her please tell her Mary misses her!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;1. I have missed you very much and think about you often.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;2. I have a good life and for the most part am happy, are you?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;3. I have tried to find you again and it hurt so much to go back to Vegas that last time knowing you were probably there somewhere and I couldn't see you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;4. I have worried about you and prayed for you, especially after our last conversation those years ago.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;5. Are you safe now, have you settled down yet?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;6. Have you learned to forgive those who have hurt you or do you still carry so much hate in you?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;7. What happen to you in the past was not your fault and the things that were are all behind you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;8. You have a beautiful soul and are so loved, even when you try to push others away.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;9. You are invited back into my life and I hope we can be even better friends then we were in our youth.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Get your butt to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;STL&lt;/SPAN&gt; and see me!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Well the most awesome thing has happen!&amp;nbsp; Ton&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt; and I have gotten back in touch with each other (&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;finally&lt;/SPAN&gt;).&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Myspace&lt;/SPAN&gt; is a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;wonderful thing&lt;/SPAN&gt; sometimes : )&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;So at last I showed her the 10 things I wanted to say to her and here are her &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;responses&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I kind of put her on the spot but that is ok &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;1. Me too!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;2. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ya&lt;/SPAN&gt;, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;finally&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;3. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ya&lt;/SPAN&gt; I feel the same way, that I wished I could find you.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;probly&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;wasn't&lt;/SPAN&gt; in Vegas then anyway.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt;, well I am done with that, so don't worry.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;5. Yes, I pulled my head out of my *&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ss&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;6. No, I have learned to forgive, working on it&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;7. Not sure what to say to that, but I am more free now&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, friend.&amp;nbsp; I felt like I had to put a wall up to protect myself.&amp;nbsp; working on that.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; W&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hoo&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hoo&lt;/SPAN&gt;..&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONTsize=4&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; Sure, ok.. when you pay for it or I grow wings.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/7991415371219936859-7772835151351198155?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7772835151351198155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-10-things-would-you-say-to-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7772835151351198155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7772835151351198155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-10-things-would-you-say-to-friend.html' title='What 10 things would you say to a friend you havn&amp;#39;t seen in a long time... UPDATED!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-5212015492968627536</id><published>2008-03-24T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-5212015492968627536?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5212015492968627536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/pics-from-easter.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/5212015492968627536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/5212015492968627536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/pics-from-easter.html' title='Pics from Easter'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-5299262631498673401</id><published>2008-03-24T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video from Easter Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;object id="embed_obj_1" width="415" height="347"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://uncutvideo.aol.com/v7.0017/en-US/uc_videoplayer.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="aID=15964ed3fc3c16ff4953174ce562864cb&amp;site=http://uncutvideo.aol.com/"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://uncutvideo.aol.com/v7.0017/en-US/uc_videoplayer.swf" wmode="opaque" FlashVars="aID=15964ed3fc3c16ff4953174ce562864cb&amp;site=http://uncutvideo.aol.com/" width="415" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;My Lilly and Sophia are in the front&amp;nbsp;wearing the purple and green tunic shirts.&amp;nbsp; They all did wonderful and worked real hard on this worship service for Easter!!&amp;nbsp; I just have to say Lilly looks like she took it that extra mile and was very &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;exaggerated&lt;/SPAN&gt; in her &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;movements&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;object id="embed_obj_2" width="415" height="347"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://uncutvideo.aol.com/v7.0017/en-US/uc_videoplayer.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="aID=1d3a2026e55df346ba79e88b53329d4c9&amp;site=http://uncutvideo.aol.com/"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://uncutvideo.aol.com/v7.0017/en-US/uc_videoplayer.swf" wmode="opaque" FlashVars="aID=1d3a2026e55df346ba79e88b53329d4c9&amp;site=http://uncutvideo.aol.com/" width="415" height="347" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;My Annie is in the front looking very serious (and grown up &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;aww&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;).&amp;nbsp; She knew it so well that she was put there so the other girls could keep up &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I think when they all are &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;in sync&lt;/SPAN&gt; it is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sooooo&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; beautiful!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=tags id=tagsLocation&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Easter" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Easter&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/New+Beggingings+Family+Church+St+Peters+MO" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;New &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Beginnings&lt;/SPAN&gt; Family Church St Peters MO&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/worship" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;worship&lt;/A&gt;, video&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-5299262631498673401?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5299262631498673401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/video-from-easter-worship.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/5299262631498673401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/5299262631498673401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/video-from-easter-worship.html' title='Video from Easter Worship'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4781637172222722373</id><published>2008-03-23T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What your chocolate bunny may be thinking.. lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9W-bAUWI/AAAAAAAAADs/LWwdnSV9eJ8/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpHI6oMb2vUuHv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;saw this &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pic&lt;/SPAN&gt; and had to share.. too funny!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Have&amp;nbsp;a Blessed &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Resurrection&lt;/SPAN&gt; Sunday.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4781637172222722373?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4781637172222722373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-your-chocolate-bunny-may-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4781637172222722373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4781637172222722373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-your-chocolate-bunny-may-be.html' title='What your chocolate bunny may be thinking.. lol'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9W-bAUWI/AAAAAAAAADs/LWwdnSV9eJ8/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpHI6oMb2vUuHv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4606246049281211757</id><published>2008-03-19T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta hold a sweet baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV id=AOLMsgPart_1_24be79d3-896d-402e-a784-e3086a56ce94&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9XBylw_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/-uQOaErTa9I/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpJBIuNlIjqOsv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Me and my friend's baby, Hadassah&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;My phone takes pretty good pics huh!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!-- end of AOLMsgPart_1_24be79d3-896d-402e-a784-e3086a56ce94 --&gt;&lt;DIV id=metrics contentEditable=false style="DISPLAY: none; FILTER: alpha(opacity=0)"&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/aoljpictureUpload_1" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;aoljpictureUpload_1&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4606246049281211757?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4606246049281211757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-gotta-hold-sweet-baby.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4606246049281211757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4606246049281211757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-gotta-hold-sweet-baby.html' title='I gotta hold a sweet baby!!'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9XBylw_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/-uQOaErTa9I/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpJBIuNlIjqOsv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-7393903106529701000</id><published>2008-03-18T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spark Of Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Reading threw the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;CNA&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; text book a&amp;nbsp;phrase jumped out at me,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"spark of anticipation".&amp;nbsp; It was so poetic! I had to write it down and pray that it was something I could learn to give to the patients and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;clients&lt;/SPAN&gt; I would come to work for and maybe also remember how to find my own spark too.&amp;nbsp; How to exactly do that wasn't stated beyond being &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;friendly&lt;/SPAN&gt; and personable.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I have been warned about getting attached to clients and that I should try not to let that happen.&amp;nbsp; That is about impossible for me to avoid I think.&amp;nbsp; In fact I think it is too late &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I'm not at a facility right now but doing in home aid and&amp;nbsp;when you see the same person day in and out and get to know them and care for their personal needs how can you not come to have some kind of feelings?&amp;nbsp; I am not a robot but somewhat &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sensitive&lt;/SPAN&gt; myself.&amp;nbsp; I try and not take it home with me but there has been occasions when I could not leave my concern and worry at the door when my client was not doing well or having a&amp;nbsp;bad day. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't wait to see her the next day hoping she had improved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Thankfully&lt;/SPAN&gt; that is not most days.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Yesterday I called in sick for the first time.&amp;nbsp; My &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;stomach&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; was a mess and I was also over tiered from the weekend and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;emotionally&lt;/SPAN&gt; drained (Josh left back on the road and that always depresses me too).&amp;nbsp; I didn't feel too guilty about not being able to show up for work because I knew the family would be there (and most of this week) and she would not be alone.&amp;nbsp; I stayed in bed almost the whole day and went to bed early last night.&amp;nbsp; That helped &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; but my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;stomach&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; is still &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;kinda&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; messed up.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if it is indigestion or stress or both.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;When I got to work this morning I asked my client how her day was yesterday.&amp;nbsp; She said, "it was terrible"&amp;nbsp; "Terrible! Well why was that hon?! What happen?", I asked.&amp;nbsp; What she said next touched me, "Oh nothing really.&amp;nbsp; It was just because you were not here"&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Awwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;!&amp;nbsp; That is so sweet, is that part of the spark?&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ofcourse&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; she was &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;exaggerating&lt;/SPAN&gt; but a little twinge of guilt crept in about me calling in sick, but I fought it because I know I have to be well to make sure she stays well.&amp;nbsp; Still it is nice to know I was missed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I don't have to do much for my client.&amp;nbsp; She is pretty &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;self-&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sufficient&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; but her family doesn't want her left &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;unsupervised&lt;/SPAN&gt; and have some one there is she needs extra help.&amp;nbsp; Today I was told I was doing too&amp;nbsp; much for her and that she needs to do everything for her self.&amp;nbsp; I feel lazy enough as it is with just laying out her &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;meds&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;diabetic&lt;/SPAN&gt; testing stuff and making breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Other than that I don't do&amp;nbsp;anything but &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;occasionally&lt;/SPAN&gt; help her with her shoes and make sure she is not falling in the shower.&amp;nbsp; I more or less just remind her to do things and be a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;companion&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Guess I am supposed to just sit there?&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LOL&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I know don't complain, I have it easy right now and the next client may not be so laid back.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Going back to that spark of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;anticipation&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; What is yours?&amp;nbsp; What do you look forward to every day, keeps you going?&amp;nbsp; Knowing I am needed by my family and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;friends&lt;/SPAN&gt; and my client I guess is mine, keeps me from being lazy.&amp;nbsp; Also you can really tell I get lighter in the step when I am expecting hubby home *wink*&amp;nbsp; I know I also need to have something for myself, and not put my happiness in others too.&amp;nbsp; Beyond ordering my life around church and certain &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;tv&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; or radio shows, I do really &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;look forward&lt;/SPAN&gt; to writing these little posts (when I can think of something worth posting).&amp;nbsp; And I love reading the feed back from my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;friends&lt;/SPAN&gt; or passer&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;byers&lt;/SPAN&gt; *hint, hint*&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I know everyone has not picked up my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;reappearance&lt;/SPAN&gt; to the online community &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and I am trying to reconnect with everyone.&amp;nbsp; I have a long list of people on my buddy list that I hardly &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;recognize&lt;/SPAN&gt; and all my journal alerts have been turned off.. I can't find how to turn them back on threw A&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;IM&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. and I am kind of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;scared&lt;/SPAN&gt; too, knowing how it fills my in box.&amp;nbsp; Also &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blogs&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; I have in my other journal section has gone private with out leaving me an invite to read *&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;waaaaah&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;*.&amp;nbsp; So if you see me online feel free to give me a shout out threw &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;IM&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; or if you have noticed I have not b&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;een &lt;/SPAN&gt;to your &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; in awhile leave me a link or an invite.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And if you want to announce to others that I am connected again..that would be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;appreciated&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/blogplugs" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;blogplugs&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-7393903106529701000?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7393903106529701000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/spark-of-anticipation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7393903106529701000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7393903106529701000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/spark-of-anticipation.html' title='Spark Of Anticipation'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-6595244610314251976</id><published>2008-03-13T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzling</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Puzzles have been on my brain since I have to do them at work.&amp;nbsp; I never have been one to love putting &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;puzzles&lt;/SPAN&gt; together but my dad would sit for hours when he was sick and do the massive thousand pieces at the card table.&amp;nbsp; I'm not that ambitious, we started with a 100 and have worked up to 500 pieces &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;puzzle&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It also helps if the picture is something you enjoy and look forward to finishing.&amp;nbsp; After a month of it I must say it has grown on me and I am getting better.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I was &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;contemplating&lt;/SPAN&gt; this week (while working on the puzzle &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;) how life&amp;nbsp; and maybe God can be like a big puzzle and how &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;exciting&lt;/SPAN&gt; it &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;is when&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; you can fit &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pieces&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; together and get closer to seeing the bigger picture.&amp;nbsp; How as in puzzles, life is easier when you have&amp;nbsp;a blue print to look at as you construct and a starting foundation of getting all the edge &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pieces&lt;/SPAN&gt; out first and building that boarder.&amp;nbsp; Sure you don't have to do it that way, some people prefer more of a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;challenge&lt;/SPAN&gt; and like starting in the middle and not having the picture to go off of but&amp;nbsp;I like a guide and knowing somewhat what I am striving for.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;In life we &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;don't&lt;/SPAN&gt; always get the Big Picture &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;until&lt;/SPAN&gt; we are done but we do have a foundation to build on.&amp;nbsp; Not always the best mind you and often we have big holes that are works in progress looking for just that right fit to mend it all together.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes big bullies come along and tear down what we have already put together and we need to rebuild.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it's God that does the tearing down because we were trying to jam two things &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;together&lt;/SPAN&gt; and leave it miss matching and he wants to help build that &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;marvelous&lt;/SPAN&gt; picture he has intended for us. How &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;disappointing&lt;/SPAN&gt; and painful that can be, frustrating but after the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;process&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; is over and we see the out come it is well worth it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Sometimes when I am working on the puzzle I get too focused on just one particular area and get &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;exacerbated&lt;/SPAN&gt; with myself when that little blob of white is not going with the rest of the blobs, I&amp;nbsp; just know that is a cloud and needs to be up that away.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;gurr&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; why won't it go.&amp;nbsp; After leaving the table and letting my eyes rest I come back and see it didn't go there at all, I was trying for the wrong place, it really was lace on a ladies skirt.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;duh&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; why didn't I see that.&amp;nbsp; I kind of equate that to prayer and fellowship, that resting and coming back refreshed and able to see clearer or a helpful word from a friend who may see things &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;different&lt;/SPAN&gt; from afar.&amp;nbsp; That &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;exhilaration&lt;/SPAN&gt; I get from snapping a section together is like that click in my spirit when a particular scripture speaks to me and helps me understand more.&amp;nbsp; Like the first time&amp;nbsp;I understood when Jesus said on the Cross, "It is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Finished&lt;/SPAN&gt;" how meaningfull and freeing and drawing me closer to seeing a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;complete&lt;/SPAN&gt; work that is being done within me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I know all the pieces in my life won't just come &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;together&lt;/SPAN&gt; and I won't see all of the Big Picture &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;until&lt;/SPAN&gt; after my life is over.&amp;nbsp; For now we see in part and know in part.. but so far I have the boarder done, and am coming along with big sections.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;How about you?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/puzzles" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;puzzles&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;life&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-6595244610314251976?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6595244610314251976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/puzzling.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6595244610314251976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6595244610314251976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/puzzling.html' title='Puzzling'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4120825544903267013</id><published>2008-03-08T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whistle while you work : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Entering back into the workforce after &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;8years&lt;/SPAN&gt; of being a stay at home mom or as I have come to think of it.. a protective &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bubble&lt;/SPAN&gt;, has at times been a bit of a shock to the system.&amp;nbsp; While being a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;SAHM&lt;/SPAN&gt; my interaction with the world out there was limited to my family and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;their&lt;/SPAN&gt; friends, my church family, and my buddies online.&amp;nbsp; Now I have a whole new set of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;acquaintances&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;and run ins with people who &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;normally&lt;/SPAN&gt; don't run in my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;circles&lt;/SPAN&gt; nor have my same set of values.&amp;nbsp; It's not that I am not &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;tolerant&lt;/SPAN&gt; of others or am capable of dealing with other people, it just floors me sometimes, really awakens to me to the times we are living.&amp;nbsp; The whole lying and passing the buck, fudging on paperwork is what &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;disturbers&lt;/SPAN&gt; me the most.&amp;nbsp; I can handle bad &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;attitude&lt;/SPAN&gt; and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;disgruntled&lt;/SPAN&gt; and try and not let that infect me (because it can be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;contagious&lt;/SPAN&gt;).&amp;nbsp; It is when people straight up lie, people in authority and who are &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;supposed&lt;/SPAN&gt; to be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;responsible&lt;/SPAN&gt; for other employees and clients/customers.&amp;nbsp; My God.. I know it is hard to admit when we have made a mistake but if you tell the truth it makes life easier and people will respect you for it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I am not talking about just one instance or even anyone place I have worked for.&amp;nbsp; I have held three jobs in the past 5 months and at each one I have ran into &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blatant&lt;/SPAN&gt; dishonesty and ugly behavior and keep in mind one of those places was a church daycare.&amp;nbsp; It just makes me &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;appreciate&lt;/SPAN&gt; my former &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;SAHM&lt;/SPAN&gt; status all the more &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If &amp;nbsp;this what Josh has to deal with on a daily basis I can understand more&amp;nbsp;why he prefers not to associate with work friends after he is home.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Since I have to work I will try and keep a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;positive&lt;/SPAN&gt; out look, let my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;little&lt;/SPAN&gt; light shine and do what I know is right.&amp;nbsp; And as simple a thing as that sounds, it can be hard out there, but I will not fall into that trap.&amp;nbsp; I had to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;opportunity&lt;/SPAN&gt; the other day and saw it a mile away for what it was, a snare the enemy was trying to put out there for me to walk into.&amp;nbsp; And it's funny, when you are honest, and keep a smile on, you are considered the weird one.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=tags id=tagsLocation&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/work+ethics" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;work ethics&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4120825544903267013?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4120825544903267013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/whistle-while-you-work.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4120825544903267013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4120825544903267013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/whistle-while-you-work.html' title='Whistle while you work : )'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8656803184403129564</id><published>2008-03-05T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFICIALLY OUT OF THE TECHNOLOGICAL DARK AGES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;I'M &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;BACKKKKKKKKK&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;!!!! AND &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;PERMANENTLY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; NOW!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;EM&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;OHHHHHHHH&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;-&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;!!!!!&lt;/EM&gt;&amp;nbsp; No more having to wait on Josh and his com&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;puter&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; or having poor signal and my slow as &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;molasses&lt;/SPAN&gt; com&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;puter&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; No more being out of touch with the WWW.&amp;nbsp; Breathing a big deep sigh of happiness.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;awwwwwwwww&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; e-mail, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;IM&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;,&amp;nbsp;and not least of all,. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bloging&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; to my hearts content.. till my fingers cramp with the signs of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;carpeltunel&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;!!&amp;nbsp; So be prepared, Mary is back and she has &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a whole&lt;/SPAN&gt; lot of catching up to do!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I have so much NEW (&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;tax return&lt;/SPAN&gt; came and spent) to get used to.&amp;nbsp; New com&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;puter&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;, new cell phone (with unlimited &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;texting&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and web and messaging &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;yaaah&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;), new house phones and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;DSL&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;, the TV is back on.&amp;nbsp; All sorts of fun things to get&amp;nbsp;used to. I should never feel cut off again with all that &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Also new.. new job (I'll get into that soon) and our church is moving this week into a new building.&amp;nbsp; See the theme &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Josh got me the new com&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;puter&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; about a week or so ago.. I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;haven't&lt;/SPAN&gt; really touched it &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;until&lt;/SPAN&gt; now that it's hooked up to the net.&amp;nbsp; I would of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;preferred&lt;/SPAN&gt; a laptop but this new desk top will be good too. It has a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;dvd&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;/cd burner and light scribe. It also has ugh, Vista and trial software (what ever happen to having everything bundled together or thrown in with it!!) But I am elated by having lots more memory and thus a faster &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;puter&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I had our other desktop for just about &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;8yrs&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I have tons of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pics&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and docs that I need to store off of it somehow.&amp;nbsp; But on the other hand when we get a new monitor we may just hook it up for the kids.&amp;nbsp; At least that is what they think shouldhappen &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;We &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;finally&lt;/SPAN&gt; switched from Sprint to AT&amp;amp;T for our cells.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lobbied&lt;/SPAN&gt; hard for Zane to get one but Josh seems it best to wait &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a little&lt;/SPAN&gt; longer and since we have a house phone now we can be just as well connected with &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;each other&lt;/SPAN&gt; as if he had one.&amp;nbsp; Sorry son that you still have to be known as the only one at school with out one.&amp;nbsp; I got the new pink Walkman phone but &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;until&lt;/SPAN&gt; we get the memory card for it, it is not much good as an &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;MP3&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; player. No such thing as &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;simple&lt;/SPAN&gt; buy and have it all out of the box.. always some kind of accessory you have to get to get the full use out of the new &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;technology&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; That is growing highly annoying and expensive.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ringtones&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; at almost $3 a pop?! OUCH.And the deposit just about killed it all for me. &amp;nbsp;But it does have radio and all the other thrills.. camera, video, web,. song ID and when I do get music set up in it all I have to do is give it a shake to shuffle.&amp;nbsp; I was glad they were able to load my phone book from my old phone on to it but somehow it has cell and home on my contacts mixed up.. so I have to figure out how to change that.&amp;nbsp; Josh got the same model.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;different&lt;/SPAN&gt; color &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;of course&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He says he doesn't like his.. harder to hear and be heard on calls he thinks.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;foresee&lt;/SPAN&gt; a hand-me-down to the boy.. maybe??&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;We are &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sorely&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;disappointed&lt;/SPAN&gt; with our phone company.&amp;nbsp; They have the monopoly right now in my area ugh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Originally&lt;/SPAN&gt; we only wanted to get &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;DSL&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; service.&amp;nbsp; I had a flier in the mail last month about&amp;nbsp; how you didn't have to have a phone line to get it.&amp;nbsp; They give Josh a different story when he went to set it up.&amp;nbsp; Then it took over 3 days to turn on and have the new modem delivered.. I can &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;kinda&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; understand that.&amp;nbsp; But when we got another flier in the mail advertising what we wanted that really pissed off Josh and when he called they give him some lame excuse and runaround.&amp;nbsp; Well, at least we have a set price for a year and maybe by then cable will be out here.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Yikes.. it's getting late and I must be up and at work at 7a.m.&amp;nbsp; But.. I shall be back and I WILL be catching up on all my reading too.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8656803184403129564?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8656803184403129564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/officially-out-of-technological-dark.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8656803184403129564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8656803184403129564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/officially-out-of-technological-dark.html' title='OFFICIALLY OUT OF THE TECHNOLOGICAL DARK AGES!!'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8064930990592332753</id><published>2008-02-05T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One last quick note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I got the J O B !!!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;At least it's something and I will become a CNA after 16weeks of classes.&amp;nbsp; Pay sucks.. $7.00 an hour (unless I work over nights and that isnt going to happen) But after I get my cert. I get a raise up to $8.50 an hour.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I will be keeping a paper journal and when I come back online I am sure I will have lots to say.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8064930990592332753?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8064930990592332753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-last-quick-note.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8064930990592332753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8064930990592332753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-last-quick-note.html' title='One last quick note...'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4158745600947941622</id><published>2008-02-05T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper Dupper Tuesday.. whoopie do da</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Three major things today.. ok four.&amp;nbsp; One, I have a job interview today.&amp;nbsp; Two, the primaries are today and I may vote.&amp;nbsp; Three, Josh flies away out of town.&amp;nbsp; And four, this will be my last entry for awhile.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Today will either be very eventful with &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;excitement&lt;/SPAN&gt; and new &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;beginnings&lt;/SPAN&gt; or another day to check off the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;calendar&lt;/SPAN&gt; and chalk up to the ho hum &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;column&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I am excited that after cramping my hand last week filling out applications ten pages long, that at least one place has called me.&amp;nbsp; It is for a Nurse's Assistant position at a place about 15 min down the highway.&amp;nbsp; The facility (&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;which&lt;/SPAN&gt; I didn't know when I applied) houses how should I say it.. um..&amp;nbsp;mainly &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;mentally&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;challenged&lt;/SPAN&gt; people&amp;nbsp;and some of&amp;nbsp;the aged with &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;dementia&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am I qualified?? &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LMBO&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. NOPE &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/SPAN&gt; NOT!!&amp;nbsp; They must be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;desperate&lt;/SPAN&gt;. But hey I am up to new &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;challenges&lt;/SPAN&gt; and if I can get free training and get certified it may be worth the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;experience&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; See... that &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Psychology&lt;/SPAN&gt; I took in &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;H.S.&lt;/SPAN&gt; and the little bit in Collage I, may&amp;nbsp;come more in handy then just annoying my husband with my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;analisist&lt;/SPAN&gt;. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LOL&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Besides I am getting &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;desperate&lt;/SPAN&gt; and either this is that blessing I have been praying for or practice for the next interview.&amp;nbsp; I hope I can find something soon.&amp;nbsp; I hate job hunting and we may be getting hungry by next week.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;The political pundits call&amp;nbsp;today Supper Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Heathens&lt;/SPAN&gt; (&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;jk&lt;/SPAN&gt;) call today Fat Tuesday. To me it is Tuesday &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;February&lt;/SPAN&gt; 5th.&amp;nbsp; My car payment is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;officially&lt;/SPAN&gt; late.&amp;nbsp; My littlest one,Sophia is home sick again. And my jail bird brother's birthday is in four days (guess I should get him a card or have he kids make him one?)&amp;nbsp; I have never voted in a primary before and I was thinking of voting in this one but the choices suck.&amp;nbsp; Forget the D&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;emocrat&lt;/SPAN&gt; side.. you can't pay me or buy my vote either way.&amp;nbsp; And the Republican side?? I am finding it very hard to be excited about any one of them.&amp;nbsp; Only one is strong on the social issues but weak on all the others.&amp;nbsp; One I feel is being shoved down my throat because he is seen as the one who can win the race but to me his record speaks for it's self and I just can't support him.&amp;nbsp; And last but not least the one who is apart of a cult (ooh did I say that) and no way with a good &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;conscious&lt;/SPAN&gt; can I vote for him.&amp;nbsp; So not much of a choice here.&amp;nbsp; Come November I may just be sitting it out, counting down the days to the END.&amp;nbsp; I am &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;soooooo&lt;/SPAN&gt; sick of this election already.&amp;nbsp; They started way too early I think and I have been overloaded into &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;indifference&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I am starting to not see much &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;different&lt;/SPAN&gt; in either party or &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;candidate&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; There is&amp;nbsp;not an outstanding person&amp;nbsp;to hang hope on as I see it.&amp;nbsp; The &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;momentum&lt;/SPAN&gt; of where this country is heading doesn't seem to be able to be stopped.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;IMHO&lt;/SPAN&gt; the war waged on our country can not be stopped unless we turn our faces to God and repent.&amp;nbsp;Stop &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;government&lt;/SPAN&gt; funded and daily murders of our most innocent.&amp;nbsp; Till then there will be no end to this or any war against us.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Josh is leaving for almost 3 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Good bye baby, be safe, come home quick.&amp;nbsp; While it is wonderful having him home, he hasn't worked and that always sends us into a tail spin &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;financially&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Plus lately I don't know what it is but it seems like we get so frustrated with each other, like we are speaking two &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;different&lt;/SPAN&gt; languages.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how much more of this traveling we can take but for now it is what has got to be done.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;And with Josh goes my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;internet&lt;/SPAN&gt; connection.&amp;nbsp; Even if I get home &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Internet&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bonafied&lt;/SPAN&gt;, my desk top &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;puter&lt;/SPAN&gt; is about ready to RIP.&amp;nbsp; I highly &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;doubt&lt;/SPAN&gt; with &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;taxes&lt;/SPAN&gt; we will get a new one.&amp;nbsp; Too much on the list of must and needs to where that is going, it is spent even before it gets here (&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;which&lt;/SPAN&gt; is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sooooon&lt;/SPAN&gt; I hope).&amp;nbsp; I may get an entry or two in over at my friend who has internet but I always feel bad when I do that.&amp;nbsp; I know she doesn't see it that way but I feel like I am using her when I do that I and don't want to be like that.&amp;nbsp; One week just isn't enough time to catch up with all the online pans I have in the fire or reading I wanted to get done.&amp;nbsp; Just know I am thinking of you my dear online friends, you and yours are in my prayers and I hope to come back to you soon and find you all well and strong and blessed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4158745600947941622?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4158745600947941622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/supper-dupper-tuesday-whoopie-do-da.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4158745600947941622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4158745600947941622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/supper-dupper-tuesday-whoopie-do-da.html' title='Supper Dupper Tuesday.. whoopie do da'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-3079049988410078666</id><published>2008-01-31T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Not To Indulge In Those Negative Vocies</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;It is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sooo&lt;/SPAN&gt; true that we fight not flesh and blood but in spirit and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;spiritual&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;principalities&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And the battle is in the mind.&amp;nbsp; I know this very well.. I have for a long time in my walk.&amp;nbsp; A lesson learned and relearned.&amp;nbsp; So often when those voices, thoughts, ideas, not from God creep in I have been &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;equipped&lt;/SPAN&gt; to tell them Get Behind Me, Leave, resist the devil and he will flee.&amp;nbsp; Calling out those lies that attack you, speaking to it&amp;nbsp;the Truth and sometimes having to remind me the TRUTH about myself has&amp;nbsp;helped stayed off depression, pulled me threw hard times, built me up.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;But the other night in the wee hours I let them get to me, keeping me up, indulging in tears and self hate, agreeing with what I know is not true.&amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing how in the dark and quiet hours of the night those demonic voices can become so loud and clear and almost seem to make &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sense&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And I am not talking about &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sckitzo&lt;/SPAN&gt; voices or &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;literal&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;audible&lt;/SPAN&gt; voices (just so you know I am not crazy, I am talking &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;figuratively&lt;/SPAN&gt;).&amp;nbsp; That self sounding voice telling me I am not good enough, I don't &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;measure&lt;/SPAN&gt; up, how rejected I am, how horrible everything in my life is, all the things I can't do for myself or for my family, how I am a big fat looser and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;failer&lt;/SPAN&gt; and that no one really knows or cares,&amp;nbsp;a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pity&lt;/SPAN&gt; party with tears being the cake that I ate all to myself leaving me sick.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;This is where I am &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;supposed&lt;/SPAN&gt; to say BUT The Joy comes in the morning, I am pressed but not crushed, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;persecuted&lt;/SPAN&gt; but not &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;abanded&lt;/SPAN&gt;, struck down but not destroyed, and I'm &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alll&lt;/SPAN&gt; good, everything is going to be alright.&amp;nbsp; I want to say that, but I am not there yet, not just yet.&amp;nbsp; I know if I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;focus&lt;/SPAN&gt; on the Lord it will help and I am trying, knowing not to live my life by feelings that change day to day but by faith in a God that is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow and that he will never leave me or forsake me.&amp;nbsp; How&amp;nbsp;can I be down when I know that with out a shadow of doubt in my heart?&amp;nbsp; The cares of this life is getting to me and the light hearted me, the trusting me, the me that just knows it will be ok &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;eventually&lt;/SPAN&gt; is fighting to come thru but her voice is muffled with the daily pain, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;disappointments&lt;/SPAN&gt;, let downs, selfishness of wanting and needing more of what I have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know there is no magic wand to wave that will make it all better, or a kiss on my boo boo that makes pain vanish and the bumps and scrapes all right.&amp;nbsp; I almost don't want to be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;consoled&lt;/SPAN&gt; but some &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;positives&lt;/SPAN&gt; right now would help.&amp;nbsp; A crumb of hope.&amp;nbsp; Something to hold on to.&amp;nbsp; A dentist that would do work for free or &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;considerable&lt;/SPAN&gt; reduced rate, a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;mortgage&lt;/SPAN&gt; company that will give us a set rate, a job that fits the box I need to be in right now to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;accommodate&lt;/SPAN&gt; my family's schedule, more time with my husband with out having to be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;penalized&lt;/SPAN&gt; with him not having work and getting us more behind, friends that are givers not taker and&amp;nbsp;are understanding and won't give looks of concern but give &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;positive&lt;/SPAN&gt; reinforcement.&amp;nbsp; Or just once to be able to say YES to my children when they ask&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;sign up for dance class with their friends or even to be able to&amp;nbsp;buy them jeans where the knees aren't going to blow out in a week or shoes that don't come&amp;nbsp;from &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Wal&lt;/SPAN&gt;-Mart and fall apart in two months.&amp;nbsp; Right now that seems like a tall wish list but just one prayer answered right now would be the world to me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;the song on my &lt;A href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=37268721"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;myspace&lt;/SPAN&gt; page&lt;/A&gt; right now.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;descries&lt;/SPAN&gt; me to a T right now:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=4&gt;Fallen&lt;BR/&gt;She's a wreck &lt;BR/&gt;Fragile and scarred &lt;BR/&gt;Life is work and living is hard &lt;BR/&gt;She's tired of the pain, tired of the fix &lt;BR/&gt;She's tired of the games and the politics &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;She's running on empty&lt;BR/&gt;She wants an alternate ending &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And she's falling &lt;BR/&gt;She's falling in love with You &lt;BR/&gt;She's so hopeless &lt;BR/&gt;She's hopelessly drawn to You &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;She can feel the weight of the past &lt;BR/&gt;It drags her down but she's fighting back &lt;BR/&gt;She wants to fly far away from here &lt;BR/&gt;She wants a God that won't disappear &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;She's all out of chances &lt;BR/&gt;She is looking for answers &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And she's falling &lt;BR/&gt;She's falling in love with You &lt;BR/&gt;She's so hopeless &lt;BR/&gt;She's hopelessly drawn to You &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The sun is on the rise&lt;BR/&gt;New days coming &lt;BR/&gt;You see it in her eyes&lt;BR/&gt;She's &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;runnin&lt;/SPAN&gt;' &lt;BR/&gt;Head long into the light &lt;BR/&gt;Let the new day come&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And she's falling &lt;BR/&gt;She's falling in love with You &lt;BR/&gt;She's so hopeless &lt;BR/&gt;She's so hopelessly drawn to You&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The sun is rising in her eyes&lt;BR/&gt;Hold on, the day will come&lt;BR/&gt;Love is waiting&lt;BR/&gt;Running to the light&lt;BR/&gt;Hold on, the day will come&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Words by Michael &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Tait&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-3079049988410078666?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3079049988410078666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/trying-not-to-indulge-in-those-negative.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3079049988410078666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3079049988410078666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/trying-not-to-indulge-in-those-negative.html' title='Trying Not To Indulge In Those Negative Vocies'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-7917802927007475983</id><published>2008-01-28T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll try and not cram too much into one entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Here I am.. do you miss me???&amp;nbsp; I miss you and my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blogging&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I always have so much I want to say and limited time to update when the computer is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;available&lt;/SPAN&gt; to me.&amp;nbsp; I have tried taking up paper&amp;nbsp;journaling but it just isn't the same and&amp;nbsp;I have even started to call into talk radio to voice my opinions.. still not the same.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.. this can't last forever and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;eventually&lt;/SPAN&gt; I will have the capabilities to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt; and e-mail and comment and do groups to my heart content.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Meanwhile I have had a birthday.&amp;nbsp; Someone who should of known better asked me how old I am now.&amp;nbsp; My &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;response&lt;/SPAN&gt; was "Old enough" and they said "Old enough for what" with a playful smile.&amp;nbsp; And me always quick with a comeback said "old enough not to be the youngest in the room anymore"&amp;nbsp; And it' true&amp;nbsp; Josh and I used to be the youngest married couple, not anymore.&amp;nbsp; And I used to be the youngest at women's group.. not &amp;nbsp;for some time now.&amp;nbsp; But still I am younger than most of my friends so I don't get away with complaining about being old.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;January Birthdays always seem to get &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;jipped&lt;/SPAN&gt; because of Christmas so I&amp;nbsp;did not expect much of anything for my Birthday.&amp;nbsp; Still I EXPECTED two or three calls saying Happy Birthday.&amp;nbsp; Of all &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ppl&lt;/SPAN&gt; I expected my husband to call me.&amp;nbsp; He is out of town constantly for work but we talk daily and I had reminded him that it was coming up.&amp;nbsp; He took it as nagging and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;guffed&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ya&lt;/SPAN&gt; I know.&amp;nbsp; My birthday was on a Saturday, a day he was not working.&amp;nbsp; I waited and waited.&amp;nbsp; Then I got concerned when his cell went to voice mail the 10 times I tried calling and no &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;response&lt;/SPAN&gt; to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;texting&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I thought surely something is wrong.&amp;nbsp; His phone is never turned off and EVEN if it was he could borrow someone's to call.&amp;nbsp; I don't keep a roster of his co-worker phone numbers so I had no way of getting &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ahold&lt;/SPAN&gt; of him.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;finally&lt;/SPAN&gt; broke down and called one of the wives to ask if she could&amp;nbsp; call and have her hubby check on mine.. that surely he must be lying in a ditch somewhere or his phone is stolen or he is in jail because it's my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;birthday&lt;/SPAN&gt;, its almost 9:00 &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;p.m&lt;/SPAN&gt; his time and I have not heard from him all day and he is&amp;nbsp;a good caring husband that wouldn't blow off his wife on her birthday.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;With in 10 &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;minuets&lt;/SPAN&gt; of calling that wife I got a call from Josh.&amp;nbsp;His excuse was his ringer was turned off and he had been sleeping most of the day. He said he was &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;goinggggg&lt;/SPAN&gt; to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;calllll&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;eventually&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I did give him an &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;earful&lt;/SPAN&gt; followed up with hanging up on him. Too bad with cell phones they don't have those loud slam down clicks like the old phones so he couldn't really hear it.&amp;nbsp; But from what I gather all the guys he works with know about it and gave him a good hard time for me. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LOL&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No he hasn't made up for it really but his time home is always short so I will try and not hold it against him.&amp;nbsp; I will just chalk it up to typical male behavior and get over it.&amp;nbsp; Because after all.. love doesn't hold a record of wrongs.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Another event while I have been away is one of Annie's (my oldest daughter) school mates died.&amp;nbsp; The 5th grade boy died suddenly from &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;juvenal&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;diabetes&lt;/SPAN&gt; and it is very shocking to our community.&amp;nbsp; Annie had him in her class for 3rd and 4th grade and some of her friends were close to him.&amp;nbsp; She is very sad and I am trying to keep an eye on her.&amp;nbsp; We went to the viewing but were unable to attend the service for him.&amp;nbsp;For&amp;nbsp;Annie it was important to her to say goodbye even if she knew that was just his&amp;nbsp;body and he was&amp;nbsp;not really there.&amp;nbsp; And we did cry.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The funeral home was standing room only with family and friends.&amp;nbsp; He was&amp;nbsp;very much liked and loved.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I know the school did a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;fundraiser&lt;/SPAN&gt; for the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;juvenile&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;diabetes&lt;/SPAN&gt; foundation in his honor and thechildren have had &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;opportunities&lt;/SPAN&gt; to express their grief.&amp;nbsp; It's just hard to see.&amp;nbsp; My daughter is a very sweet, soft spoken and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;caring&lt;/SPAN&gt; girl and takes things to heart, like her mother.&amp;nbsp; We are praying for the family and our community.&amp;nbsp; Josh is spending the day with her and giving her extra attention and I asked the adults in children's church to maybe talk to her about it and see if they can get her talk about it and if they see any areas of concern.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Lots of events &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;coming&lt;/SPAN&gt; up too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Super Bowl&lt;/SPAN&gt; Sunday church is having a party with a chili cook off.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.dare2share.org/"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Dare&amp;nbsp;2 Share&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt; is coming to town&amp;nbsp;in a few weeks&amp;nbsp;and Zane is going. Wish I could go again this year with the youth but I don't think I can swing paying for the both of us.&amp;nbsp; Women's retreat is at the end of March and I really want to go but not sure how I can work that out money wise and finding some one to take care of the kids.&amp;nbsp; It's funny because the theme this year is "How to be a Mary in a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Martha&lt;/SPAN&gt; world".&amp;nbsp; The other day I was just telling my friend how she was SUCH A MARTHA and that is one of her &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;giftings&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She is very new to the Bible and her faith in Christ and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;exclaimed&lt;/SPAN&gt;, "What! I am nothing like Martha Stewart!" taking it as an insult.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LMBO&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp; I had to explain to her about the scripture talking about Mary and Martha and the two &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;different&lt;/SPAN&gt; personalities. (Luke 10:38-42)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;I am a bit bumming right now about my work situation.&amp;nbsp; I love working at the Day Care, even if it was for very little and it &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;wasn't&lt;/SPAN&gt; the most economical in gas.&amp;nbsp; I was getting a paycheck and enjoying what I did.&amp;nbsp; But the Day Care has been shut down &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;temporally&lt;/SPAN&gt; so they can do reconstruction and get up to code better.&amp;nbsp; Going on to the second week and I am not for sure when it will be back up and running.&amp;nbsp; We really need the extra money and I will &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;probably&lt;/SPAN&gt; have to look for another job.&amp;nbsp; And you know how I hate the whole job search thing.&amp;nbsp; So that is all in prayer.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Hoping to be back more this week and get to catch up on all the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt; reading I have been missing.&amp;nbsp; Leave your link!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-7917802927007475983?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7917802927007475983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-try-and-not-cram-too-much-into-one.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7917802927007475983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/7917802927007475983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-try-and-not-cram-too-much-into-one.html' title='I&amp;#39;ll try and not cram too much into one entry'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-6079968167080299812</id><published>2008-01-07T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'07 HOLIDAY HIGHLIGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;I had swore to the kids they were not going to get ANYTHING for Christmas this year.&amp;nbsp; I won't even go into what they did to make me so &lt;EM&gt;angry&lt;/EM&gt; to threaten that.. I can laugh now but at the time I was very upset.&amp;nbsp; Sophia my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;precocious&lt;/SPAN&gt; little one told one of my friends that it was ok mommy wasn't going to get her anything because on Christmas we go to Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's and they always have presents (snot).&amp;nbsp; So they were very surprised when they got the big gift that they did.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;My mom had sent store gift cards this year (lazy &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;jk&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;) and that helped go toward buying the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;PS3&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I also have been working at a daycare so that extra helped too.&amp;nbsp;(I love holding babies all day &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;BTW&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;)&amp;nbsp;But I had to go out on Christmas Eve to shop.. that was CRAZY!!&amp;nbsp; I hope next year I can afford to plan ahead better.&amp;nbsp; Now we are so broke.. not sure how I am going to get threw the next week but some how we always do.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;We got the girls &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Blue Ray&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;DVDs&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; to unwrap and I had to play like I bought the wrong kind..oops.&amp;nbsp; And then when Zane opened Guitar Hero III, I told him it was so he could play over at his friends house who has the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;PS2&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;..oh no that is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;PS3&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;, man I have to take that back too, sorry.&amp;nbsp; So when they opened the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;PS3&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; they were totally surprised and I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;loveeeeee&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;the&lt;/SPAN&gt; expressions I got in the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pic&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Josh I got a travel digital picture &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;slide show&lt;/SPAN&gt; fr&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;me so he can take us with him where ever he goes.&amp;nbsp; I reallylike it and may have to strongly hint for one for Mother's Day or my Birthday.&amp;nbsp; Josh couldn't wait till Christmas to give me my gift.&amp;nbsp; He got me a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;diamond&lt;/SPAN&gt; journey pendant &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;necklace&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I love showing it off where ever I go.. "look what I got from my hubby"&amp;nbsp; and I get lots of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;ohhs&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;awws&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;T&lt;/SPAN&gt;he only reason I am not freaked out about it is because he promises he got it on sale at a good price.&amp;nbsp; My daughters crack me up, insisting that he get me the matching earrings to go with it (i didn't even know there were any).&amp;nbsp; I bet that is what I get next year.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Josh and I got a night out and had a nice time at his company's Christmas party.&amp;nbsp; Yummy food and they even gave the wives a $25 credit card gift card.. only bummer was I forgot mine at our table and didn't &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;realize&lt;/SPAN&gt; it till the next day. Darn, that was going to pay for my haircut.&amp;nbsp; Oh well.. someone got extra this year.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;For &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;New Year's&lt;/SPAN&gt; I left Josh home with the kids and had a girls night out.&amp;nbsp; We went to a club where my friend knows the owner.&amp;nbsp; I was &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;wayyyyy&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; underdressed.. everyone was dressed to the nines and dancing.&amp;nbsp; I had fun spending time with my friends but it was not my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;scene&lt;/SPAN&gt; and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;prob&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; would of had just as good a time at home.&amp;nbsp; Another sign I am getting old.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Josh leaves today and I have hardly had any computer time!&amp;nbsp; Maybe if my work can give me a &lt;EM&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;consistent&lt;/SPAN&gt; schedule&lt;/EM&gt; I can get home &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Internet&lt;/SPAN&gt; back.&amp;nbsp; But as it is now I make just&amp;nbsp; enough to help cover the gas and buy some extra groceries.&amp;nbsp; I am happy though just to be able to help and get back to work and gain any kind of work &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;experience&lt;/SPAN&gt; for the resume.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Hope you all had a great Holiday and this year will bring many blessings your way.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-6079968167080299812?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6079968167080299812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/holiday-highlights.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6079968167080299812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6079968167080299812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2008/01/holiday-highlights.html' title='&amp;#39;07 HOLIDAY HIGHLIGHTS'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4100041995695406448</id><published>2007-12-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lMBO... CHUCK NORRIS APPROVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;My son found this video funny.. silly that he would base HIS vote on a Chuck Norris &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;endorsement&lt;/SPAN&gt;, um..well they say Chuck Norris &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;doesn't&lt;/SPAN&gt; endorse he tells you how it's going to be.&amp;nbsp; Me, I am still &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;undecided&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;object id="embed_obj_1" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDUQW8LUMs8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDUQW8LUMs8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Churck+Norris" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Chuck&lt;/SPAN&gt; Norris&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Mike+Huckabee" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Mike &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Huckabee&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4100041995695406448?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4100041995695406448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/lmbo-chuck-norris-approved.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4100041995695406448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4100041995695406448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/12/lmbo-chuck-norris-approved.html' title='lMBO... CHUCK NORRIS APPROVED'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4233686046442479317</id><published>2007-11-26T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor turns blogger!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;On August&lt;/SPAN&gt; 25, 2003 I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;embarked&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;int&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; the world of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Blogging&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; an&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;d&lt;/SPAN&gt; fell in l&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;v&lt;/SPAN&gt;e with the writing a&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt;d t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;e conn&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;ctio&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;n&lt;/SPAN&gt; t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; others.&amp;nbsp; Four ye&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;rs ag&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o no one&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;that I knew ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;d&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;a clue what a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; was (and most still don't &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;).&amp;nbsp; Over the years I have tried &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;explaining&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; my place in the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;-o-&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sphere&lt;/SPAN&gt; (as little as it is) to friends and family&amp;nbsp;but get little &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;interest&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; What's that country song? I'm Cooler Online? &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LOL&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; Anyway, it is always exciting to me when people I know off line cross over into having a place in cyberspace.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;I have always taken joy in helping baby &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bloggers&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and p&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;r&lt;/SPAN&gt;omotin&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;g&lt;/SPAN&gt; g&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;od journals and seeing them grow in &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;writing&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and readership.&amp;nbsp; S&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; when my Pastor &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;mentioned&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; that he was thinking of starting his own &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; I couldn't help but smile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;FINALLY&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. something I know about and can give advice on!&amp;nbsp; It is just too bad that right now&amp;nbsp;I am not online as regularly as I used to be and my help has to be limited.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;I was &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;h&lt;/SPAN&gt;oping &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt; g&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;e&lt;/SPAN&gt;t him t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; start an AOL journal since that is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;he&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;format that I have found I li&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;k&lt;/SPAN&gt;e the best but I ha&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;v&lt;/SPAN&gt;n't been able t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; d&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; all the e-mailing I wanted t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; this week and he t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;ok it upon &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;himself&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; t&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; start a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Blogspot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Not such a bad pl&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;ce to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; at.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;I&lt;/SPAN&gt; know several people who went over there when AOL did the whole adding ads in the journals and&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;infuriated&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; the community, le&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;a&lt;/SPAN&gt;ding to an exodus of many of AOL Journals best &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;writers&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I tried&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Blogs&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;pot&amp;nbsp;for awhile but I find AOL Journals better and easier to use, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;probably&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; just because it is where I started and I don't like to stray off too much into learning &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;HTLM&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; to add &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pics&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and videos.&amp;nbsp; I like the bells and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;whistles&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and control over here.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;The least I can d&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; is promote Pastor Jesse's &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://jthruj.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2007-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;updated-max=2008-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=4"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;Jesus thru Jesse&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;and ask&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;you guys&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;to check him out and give him some love and encouragement in his new &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;endeavor&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If you like my writings and the notes I post &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;about&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; scripture,&amp;nbsp;then you will love his &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; because he is part of the source I quote.&amp;nbsp; He is posting notes from Sunday &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sermons&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and his thoughts and prayers on living a life for the Lord.&amp;nbsp; The title for his &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; was inspired because he wants people to see Jesus living in and working threw him.&amp;nbsp; I doubt you will find some of the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;silliness&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; that I post here, he is a serious guy but if you come to know him you will find he does have a bit of humor too, fun loving and always open to answering questions.&amp;nbsp; I hope that while Josh is away he can read Jesse's &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt; and keep in touch with what I am learning and what is going on at church and keep growing in his own walk.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;S&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; g&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;o&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; NOW and check out &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://jthruj.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2007-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;updated-max=2008-01-01T00%3A00%3A00-08%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=4"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;Jesus &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Thru&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; Jesse&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt; and wel&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;c&lt;/SPAN&gt;ome him &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;t&lt;/SPAN&gt;o the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blogging&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; community!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/blogging" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;blogging&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Jesus+thru+Jesse" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Jesus thru Jesse&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Pastor" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Pastor&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/AOL+JOURNALS" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;AOL JOURNALS&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Blogspot" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Blogspot&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4233686046442479317?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4233686046442479317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/pastor-turns-blogger.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4233686046442479317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4233686046442479317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/pastor-turns-blogger.html' title='Pastor turns blogger!!'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4561375357828390241</id><published>2007-11-25T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last month at the abortion clinic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;I'&lt;/SPAN&gt; had this entry plotted out in my head for over a month.. just waiting for the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;opportunity&lt;/SPAN&gt; to write and now I am not sure how it will go.&amp;nbsp; It's something of a note to the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;prolife&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; community and to those who may want to question why and how they feel the way they do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;A reminder that God IS LOVE and his &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;mercy&lt;/SPAN&gt; endures forever and since we are HIS we should imitate that love and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;mercy&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;Last month I had the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;opportunity&lt;/SPAN&gt; to stand down at the down town Planned Parenthood with my "I regret my abortion" sign.&amp;nbsp; Not something I get to do very often but Zane was taking part in the &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://bound4life.com/the-silent-siege"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;Silent Siege&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt; and I have friends who stand down there weekly so I knew I would not be just down there by myself.&amp;nbsp; Along with the &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://bound4life.com/the-silent-siege"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;silent siege&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt; and me and my friends there was a cluster of other people there with their own signs and even one guy holding a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;window&lt;/SPAN&gt; blind &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;spray painted&lt;/SPAN&gt; "I am pro choice".&amp;nbsp; Some were down there for the first time with a church group.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;I need to remind my self that I really should &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;mentally&lt;/SPAN&gt; and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;spiritual&lt;/SPAN&gt; prepare if I go down there again.&amp;nbsp; I have done this before but this day shook me.&amp;nbsp; I was only there a few hours but watching those girls go in and out for that short of time and&amp;nbsp;knowing what is going to happen to them and the pain they are bringing on themselves is so &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;dishearting&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And there was so many.&amp;nbsp; A steady flow of cars driving threw the black iron gates, gates that were designed to keep foot &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;traffic&lt;/SPAN&gt; out but to me looked like they were more of pen, rounding up &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;innocents&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;being&lt;/SPAN&gt; lead to the slaughter.&amp;nbsp; I can understand why some who were seeing for the first time firsthand how many go to this clinic would be so up set, feel anger and helpless.&amp;nbsp; It is one thing to read numbers and statistics on a page but to see it up close and know likely with each car a baby is being killed and a women is being torn into many pieces with in her heart (even if she will not &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;admit&lt;/SPAN&gt; it to herself).&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;There was a smell to the place.. a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;literal&lt;/SPAN&gt; stench.&amp;nbsp; At first I thought it was my imagination. That maybe because I knew what was going on in that place I had associated a smell to it.&amp;nbsp; Rotten meat mixed with a burnt crispy smell.&amp;nbsp; I asked my friend if she smelled it but she said it may but she was there so much that she had gotten used to it and didn't smell it anymore.&amp;nbsp; Zane told me he thought the place smelled funny too and it was not in my head.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;For the most part I stood there in silence holding my sign &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;in front&lt;/SPAN&gt; of the gate where the cars came in and out, where it could be read clearly.&amp;nbsp; Some would look but most turned away in avoidance.&amp;nbsp; Standing there a pool of emotional &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;turmoil&lt;/SPAN&gt; churned with in me.&amp;nbsp; I wanted these women to know me, see me, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;believe&lt;/SPAN&gt; me, hear my story.&amp;nbsp;I know their pain, the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;uncertainty&lt;/SPAN&gt; as she walks up those steps and the things she has to tell herself to make this&amp;nbsp;"choice" right in her eyes, what others all around are telling her, how she will be better off.. and the lies the clinic workers tell to sell her&amp;nbsp;into a life time of pain and regret. The words and courage welled up in me to call out, "Don't go there, I know and we can help! Let me tell you what it is REALLY LIKE before you go in there so you can make a REAL choice.&amp;nbsp; If you go threw with this you will be changed for ever!&amp;nbsp; You will never look at yourself or children the same again !!&amp;nbsp;You will never forget!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;Sometimes a group of the clinic workers stood out side on a balcony, sneering at us and it felt like their gaze met mine the most.&amp;nbsp; I tried not to meet their glares with hate and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;disgust&lt;/SPAN&gt; but to pray, pray for a heart change.&amp;nbsp; I had to pray &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; to hold on&amp;nbsp; and hum Jesus Lover Of My Soul to settle me, not letting self &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;condemnations&lt;/SPAN&gt; seep back in into me, remind myself I am loved and forgiven and the Lord loves all these people too and as much as my heart is breaking, how much more is Gods.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;I didn't talk too much with anyone but overheard bits and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pieces&lt;/SPAN&gt; of conversations among the others standing.&amp;nbsp; Some praying, some debating the atheist pro-choicer, some trying to talk with those going in and hand out &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pamphlets&lt;/SPAN&gt; and engaging the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;escorts&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; One of the first timers was standing with his wife talking and holding a sign.&amp;nbsp; He was becoming more upset as each car passed threw.&amp;nbsp; Then he muttered at the clinic building&amp;nbsp;"each of these women who go in should come out in a pine box dead, dead just like the babies they are killing"&amp;nbsp; I stiffened in shock from his hateful words.&amp;nbsp; As soon as he was done saying it he saw&amp;nbsp;ME and my sign&amp;nbsp;and grew &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;embarrassed&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp;He said to me "Sorry, no offence" and walked away.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; was too much in shock to go after him and say "They do die &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;afterwards&lt;/SPAN&gt;, a piece of me did, they do come out as a shell.. don't you see it?!&amp;nbsp; Where is your compassion?" I wish I had.&amp;nbsp; His wife as shocked and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;embarassed&lt;/SPAN&gt; as me looked at me and mouthed the words sorry.&amp;nbsp; I told her "I was just like them going in.&amp;nbsp; I know what they are thinking and feeling.&amp;nbsp; They do this because they believe a lie"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;And here comes the point of my whole retelling of this day from a month ago.&amp;nbsp; I do not know this man's motives and why he was down there.&amp;nbsp; He may of came to see what it was like and was not prepared.&amp;nbsp; He may of had an abortion &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;experience&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;in his past and feels anger and loss.&amp;nbsp; I can try and justify and explain away what he said.&amp;nbsp; But on that day and at that moment he was a poor example and I hope he &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;realizes&lt;/SPAN&gt; it.&amp;nbsp; It is examples like that, that make this fight even harder, gives the wrong impression to those on the outside looking in.&amp;nbsp; It feeds in to the twisted media &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;portrayal&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; that the pro-life community are these &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hypocrites&lt;/SPAN&gt;, angry, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;doesn't&lt;/SPAN&gt; care about the women, anti-&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;choicers&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; and there for should be ignored.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;I can understand being angry but we must check our heart.&amp;nbsp; Out of the mouth the heart does speak.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our heart must be full of compassion, understanding, and love for these people so that when we are &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;confronted&lt;/SPAN&gt; with them our words will reflect what is pure, what is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lovely&lt;/SPAN&gt; and praise worthy, and what is of the truth.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9YAgxucI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LzmoA47J1yE/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpAp4-zadm4otv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=tags id=tagsLocation&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/abortion" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;abortion&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Planned+Parenethood" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Planned Parenethood&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/protest" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;protest&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/prolife" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;prolife&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/prochoice" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;prochoice&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/mercy" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;mercy&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/silent+siege" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;silent siege&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4561375357828390241?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4561375357828390241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-month-at-abortion-clinic.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4561375357828390241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4561375357828390241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-month-at-abortion-clinic.html' title='Last month at the abortion clinic...'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9YAgxucI/AAAAAAAAAD8/LzmoA47J1yE/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpAp4-zadm4otv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-6917957870131411891</id><published>2007-11-23T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from our feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="photoPileWoohoo"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-6917957870131411891?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6917957870131411891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/pics-from-our-feast.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6917957870131411891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6917957870131411891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/pics-from-our-feast.html' title='Pics from our feast'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-3339174374895685653</id><published>2007-11-22T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thanksgiving entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Again here I am ... so much to say too little time to post.&amp;nbsp; But hubby will be home till Monday so I will &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hopefully&lt;/SPAN&gt; get a bit of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;journaling&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;in before he leaves again with the laptop and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Internet&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It's THANKSGIVING!!! Oh how it has come so fast this year!&amp;nbsp; Everything this year seems to be breezing by.. is it just me.. am I getting old or what &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;lol&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Remember when it felt like it took forever for Thanksgiving Break to come and when it did it felt like it lasted &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sooooooo&lt;/SPAN&gt; long?&amp;nbsp; This year it is just Josh and the kids for dinner.&amp;nbsp; We had planned on having friends from church with their kids over so we bought a 23 &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pounder&lt;/SPAN&gt; Tom but&amp;nbsp;they are expecting and I swear she went into labor last night just to get out of my cooking &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;LOL&lt;/SPAN&gt;. (turning out that Josh is doing most of the cooking)&amp;nbsp; But we are very excited for them and can't wait to meet their baby girl &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Hadassah&lt;/SPAN&gt; (Hebrew for Esther) when she comes.&amp;nbsp; We may be bringing them some dinner later up&amp;nbsp;to the hospital.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;I've&lt;/SPAN&gt; just come off of a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;longgggggggg&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;T.V.&lt;/SPAN&gt; break.&amp;nbsp; It was because we couldn't pay the bill but I like it with out TV.. seems God uses these times to help me get back into the Word and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;refocuses&lt;/SPAN&gt; me.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing how much I have read applies to all the situations in my life.&amp;nbsp; This last month I have been in the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;OT&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt;... maybe I'll give my thoughts on some of the scriptures I read in a later post.&amp;nbsp; But my point is I am playing a bit of catch up&amp;nbsp;the last week with my few &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;fav&lt;/SPAN&gt; TV shows that started their new season while I was away.&amp;nbsp;I was also flipping threw and landed on &lt;A href="http://www.rachaelray.com/food_results.php?query=cheese%20potato%20casserole"&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Rachael&lt;/SPAN&gt; Ray's show&lt;/A&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Not one I am a big fan of but she was talking Turkey.&amp;nbsp; She showed this yummy looking Pomegranate &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Molasses&lt;/SPAN&gt; glaze for the Turkey.&amp;nbsp; I insisted we try it on our turkey.&amp;nbsp; I should of took notes because I couldn't find it ANYWHERE on her &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;website&lt;/SPAN&gt; as was promised.&amp;nbsp; I am not good at explaining &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;recipes&lt;/SPAN&gt; to Josh because we have miss &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;communication&lt;/SPAN&gt; on that front all the time.&amp;nbsp; I had to hunt down &lt;A href="http://www.elise.com/recipes/archives/004170pomegranate_molasses.php"&gt;how to make &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Pomegranate&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Molasses&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt; because no local store sells it.. only the juice.&amp;nbsp; FYI.. check a Middle &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Eastern&lt;/SPAN&gt; grocery.&amp;nbsp; And I had to&lt;A href="http://www.discusscooking.com/forums/f15/turkey-w-pomegranate-dijon-black-pepper-glaze-sage-smoked-chipotle-gravy-40118.html"&gt; find somewhere that explained how to mix the glaze and when to apply it&lt;/A&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Thankful for having the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Internet&lt;/SPAN&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know how it turns out and if it is as good as it sounded on &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;tv&lt;/SPAN&gt;.. seems like &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt; of pepper to me.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I hope everyone has a blessed Thanksgiving and has much to be thankful this year and the year to come.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful that we have some how stayed afloat, that Josh has had steady work, that the children are doing well in school and that we are all in good health, and for all of the Lord's good provision.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Here are my notes from last Sunday's service about a Thankful Heart:&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Psalm 100&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;A Psalm of Thanksgiving.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-15510&gt;1&lt;/SPAN&gt; Make a joyful shout to the LORD, all you lands!&lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-15511&gt;2&lt;/SPAN&gt; Serve the LORD with gladness;&lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Come before His presence with singing.&lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-15512&gt;3&lt;/SPAN&gt; Know that the LORD, He &lt;I&gt;is&lt;/I&gt; God;&lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;I&gt;It is&lt;/I&gt; He &lt;I&gt;who&lt;/I&gt; has made us, and not we ourselves;&lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;I&gt;We are&lt;/I&gt; His people and the sheep of His pasture. &lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-15513&gt;4&lt;/SPAN&gt; Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,&lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;I&gt;And&lt;/I&gt; into His courts with praise. &lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Be thankful to Him, &lt;I&gt;and&lt;/I&gt; bless His name.&lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-15514&gt;5&lt;/SPAN&gt; For the LORD &lt;I&gt;is&lt;/I&gt; good;&lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His mercy &lt;I&gt;is&lt;/I&gt; everlasting, &lt;BR/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And His truth &lt;I&gt;endures&lt;/I&gt; to all generations&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;5 Attributes of a Thankful Heart:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;1. &lt;U&gt;JOY&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ps&lt;/SPAN&gt;. 100: 1-5, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ps&lt;/SPAN&gt;. 19:8 - The Word Of God brings Joy to the Heart, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ps&lt;/SPAN&gt;. 126&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;2. &lt;U&gt;Gladness&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Ps&lt;/SPAN&gt; 136- be glad because HIS LOVE ENDURES FOREVER&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;3. &lt;U&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Dependence&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; God is God and we are not.&amp;nbsp; God is Greater than his Creation.&amp;nbsp; As our &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Shepard&lt;/SPAN&gt; he leads us.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;4. &lt;U&gt;Thankfulness&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; can't give thanks unless you are full of it and KNOW HIM and why to be thankful.&amp;nbsp; Luke 17&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=4&gt;5. &lt;U&gt;Gratitude&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Rom&lt;/SPAN&gt;. 11:33-36&amp;nbsp; giving glory to God.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Thanksgiving" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Pomegranate+Molasses" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Pomegranate Molasses&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Rachael+Ray" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Rachael Ray&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-3339174374895685653?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3339174374895685653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-entry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3339174374895685653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/3339174374895685653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-entry.html' title='The Thanksgiving entry'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4486193061208226318</id><published>2007-11-04T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I had the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;opportunity&lt;/SPAN&gt; this weekend to go see a WONDERFUL movie,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.bellathemovie.com/site/#/home/"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bella&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I was excited to see it not only because it was the first time to a movie with adult company in ages but also because all the reviews I heard and interviews with the actors and producers made &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bella&lt;/SPAN&gt; seem a movie worthy of my money.&amp;nbsp; I was not let down in the least and even clapped at the end as I wiped tears away.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Bella&lt;/SPAN&gt; is a sweet love story, but not overtly romantic.. not that kind of love but more about the love for life and family and doing what is right and by doing so finding absolution.&amp;nbsp; The ONLY reason this movie got a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;PG 13&lt;/SPAN&gt; rating is because of the premise of the movie is&amp;nbsp;about a women who is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pregnant&lt;/SPAN&gt; and planning to abort.&amp;nbsp; The movie is not overtly Pro-life or Pro-choice.&amp;nbsp; It is beyond the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;rhetoric&lt;/SPAN&gt; in my opinion.&amp;nbsp; It has &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;absolutely&lt;/SPAN&gt; no cussing, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;nudity&lt;/SPAN&gt; or &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;violence&lt;/SPAN&gt; and a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;positive&lt;/SPAN&gt; message, a rare find these days.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;If you can find this movie in your local theaters I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;compel&lt;/SPAN&gt; you to go and watch it and if it is not at your theaters yet because of it's limited release then call the theaters or the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;distributor&lt;/SPAN&gt; and demand they bring &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bella&lt;/SPAN&gt; to your community!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Bella&lt;/SPAN&gt; is Beautiful and it makes me miss you even more &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://hometown.aol.com/hunybea4him/myhomepage/baby.html"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Beautiful&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=tags id=tagsLocation&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Tags: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/bella+the+movie" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;bella&lt;/SPAN&gt; the movie&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/bella" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;bella&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/movie" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;movie&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4486193061208226318?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4486193061208226318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/bella-is-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4486193061208226318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4486193061208226318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/11/bella-is-beautiful.html' title='Bella is Beautiful'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-5840581108357934628</id><published>2007-10-22T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty humor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Another case for my son being gross and making us laugh till we cry.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;specifically&lt;/SPAN&gt; turned off the Myth Buster's episode this week about farting and gas for this reason.. the lovely &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;terminology&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Flatus: the &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;material&lt;/SPAN&gt; (gas) that makes up flatulence.&amp;nbsp; Flatus became the new zing word last night as we played family games to the point he had the girls chanting "FLATUS FLATUS FLATUS".&amp;nbsp; Yes it was &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hilarious&lt;/SPAN&gt; but to a point.. I had to threaten that the next person who says that word would miss a turn... and that only egged them on more.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Another inside joke is the word Apple.&amp;nbsp; One day last month I was telling Zane that I was upset that in one of his video games the Supper Hero said "the A word".&amp;nbsp; Lilly over hearing and not really knowing what "the A word" is said "A is for apple"&amp;nbsp; Both Zane and I fell over &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;giggling&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So now apple also means "the A word"... and we have found many uses.. You have a rotten apple, wipe the brown spots off your apple, and it goes on and on...&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;And now thanks to Zane the girls think the snot in your noise is dead brain cells coming out.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Josh is leaving today for another two to three weeks so I get to control all this &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;silliness&lt;/SPAN&gt; myself.&amp;nbsp; This week is parent teacher &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;conferences&lt;/SPAN&gt; and I only hope the potty humor has not spilled over to the class room and all will be ok.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Till next month friends, be blessed!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Tags: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/flatus" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;flatus&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/apple" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;apple&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/snot" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;snot&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;humor&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-5840581108357934628?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5840581108357934628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/potty-humor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/5840581108357934628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/5840581108357934628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/potty-humor.html' title='Potty humor..'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8956146388781322265</id><published>2007-10-21T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;officially&lt;/SPAN&gt; became a mother of a teenager this month!!&amp;nbsp; He is&amp;nbsp;still my&amp;nbsp;sweet, smart considerate baby boy.. with just a few changes.&amp;nbsp;Besides the crop of zits and hair in new places,&amp;nbsp;big feet and hands and sudden &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;spurt&lt;/SPAN&gt; of &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;height&lt;/SPAN&gt; (almost taller than me already) and deeper voice,&amp;nbsp;he sure can be GRUMPY!!&amp;nbsp; He always has &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;thought&lt;/SPAN&gt; he was smarter than me but now it's &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;wayyyyy&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; worse.. and scoffs at &lt;EM&gt;any suggestions&lt;/EM&gt; I make.&amp;nbsp;I tried to talk him into trying contacts but he wanted the quirky looking adult size glasses. &amp;nbsp;And it seems he has now made it his mission in life to see how gross and funny he can be.&amp;nbsp; I try not to laugh.. but it's hard not too. &amp;nbsp;Zane and I have &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; of inside jokes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Thankfully&lt;/SPAN&gt; he is too busy to be into girls (yet.. at least he INSISTS he isn't)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Please pray.. because I don't know how I am going to take it when my girls turn into teenagers.. I am having a hard time loosing my little boy.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV class=tags id=tagsLocation&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Zane" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Zane&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/teenager" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;teenager&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN style="VISIBILITY: hidden" woohooNameSaved="classicView"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-8956146388781322265?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8956146388781322265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/changes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8956146388781322265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8956146388781322265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-751991484686856307</id><published>2007-10-20T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressed But Not Crushed</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9YysDffI/AAAAAAAAAEE/s6WVmM2pq54/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpEQNuMsWp*X-v4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Oh how I miss my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt; and being able to share my thoughts and feelings... heavy sigh.. my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt; is more for me to have an outlet then anything else. I miss being able&amp;nbsp;to chronicle my highs and lows and ho-hums and get the occasional feed back.&amp;nbsp; My safe place in plain sight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For awhile it's been ok with out access to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blogging&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;because I have had very good friends that listen to me,&amp;nbsp;helping me stay sane while hubby is gone for weeks at a time for work.&amp;nbsp;But you know gossip destroys many a good friendships, even when your not the one &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;perpetrating&lt;/SPAN&gt; it (not that I am fully &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;innocent&lt;/SPAN&gt; either)&amp;nbsp;and trust has been lost.&amp;nbsp; Maybe we will reconcile.. for I know that is what God would want and maybe this is just a breather break... but I think it is going to take a lot of Grace to get threw either way.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;I have an easy going personality but that is mainly because I have learned that I am not the one in Control and God is able to provide, he has a grand plan.&amp;nbsp;I &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;just&lt;/SPAN&gt; need to&amp;nbsp;get out of the way, learn what lesson I need to and&amp;nbsp;be changed from Glory to Glory.&amp;nbsp; Yes, just like everyone I have hurts and stress, but for the most part even with all my troubles and what seems like a mounting list of negatives, my life is blessed and good.&amp;nbsp; Trying to explain that to some one who is not getting that.. not just there in &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;their&lt;/SPAN&gt; faith yet and uses the guise of good intentions as &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;opportunity&lt;/SPAN&gt; to judge and criticize is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;exacerbating&lt;/SPAN&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you have to forgive and over look &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt; to have certain friendships.. most often it is worth it.&amp;nbsp; Everyone is wired different, everyone's walk and path with God is not the same so we need to be prayerfully patient with each other.. &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;commanded&lt;/SPAN&gt; to even.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;One of my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;favorite&lt;/SPAN&gt; songs is &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.mixed-up.com/lyrics/worship/trading-my-sorrows/"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Trading&lt;/SPAN&gt; My Sorrows&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Part of the &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.mixed-up.com/lyrics/worship/trading-my-sorrows/"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;lyrics&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt; is based on&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=54&amp;amp;chapter=4&amp;amp;version=50"&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;2 Corinthians&lt;/SPAN&gt; 4&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NIV-28851&gt;7&lt;/SPAN&gt;But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this &lt;STRONG&gt;all-surpassing power is from God&lt;/STRONG&gt; and not from us. &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NIV-28852&gt;8&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;U&gt;We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NIV-28853&gt;9&lt;/SPAN&gt;persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;This &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;morning&lt;/SPAN&gt; I went back to that chapter and vers.16-18 puts perfectly what I wanted to get across and assure why I do not worry day in and day out about the stuff and junk:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28870&gt;16&lt;/SPAN&gt; Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward &lt;I&gt;man&lt;/I&gt; is being renewed day by day. &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28871&gt;17&lt;/SPAN&gt; For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding &lt;I&gt;and&lt;/I&gt; eternal weight of glory, &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28872&gt;18&lt;/SPAN&gt; while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen &lt;I&gt;are&lt;/I&gt; temporary, but the things which are not seen &lt;I&gt;are&lt;/I&gt; eternal.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;AMEN to that!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;On my bathroom wall I have taped notes from a &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;sermon&lt;/SPAN&gt; from months ago and I&amp;nbsp;read it everyday.&amp;nbsp; It is a reminder of how Christians are supposed to act and how they are to treat others.&amp;nbsp; It is an ideal I fail at everyday but I am striving to improve and asking God to help me.&amp;nbsp; I also have to remember that my sisters, like me, often are trying too and fail just as much.. so again we should be patient with each other.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;REMEMBER&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;1 Peter 2:9&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp; But you &lt;I&gt;are&lt;/I&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt; a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;, that you may &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;proclaim the praises of Him&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Romans 12:9-16&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Be Sincere:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28249&gt;9&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;I&gt;Let&lt;/I&gt; love &lt;I&gt;be&lt;/I&gt; without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil. Cling to what is good. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28250&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Be Considerate:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/U&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;10&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;I&gt;Be&lt;/I&gt; kindly affectionate to one another with brotherly love, in honor giving preference to one another; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28251&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Energetic&lt;/SPAN&gt;:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; 11&lt;/SPAN&gt; not lagging in diligence, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Be &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Prayerfully&lt;/SPAN&gt; Patient&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;:&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28252&gt;12&lt;/SPAN&gt; rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Be Warm, Practice Hospitality:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28253&gt;13&lt;/SPAN&gt; distributing to the needs of the saints, given to hospitality. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&amp;lt;BR \&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28254&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;U&gt;Be Different:&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/STRONG&gt;14&lt;/SPAN&gt; Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Be Understanding&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28255&gt;15&lt;/SPAN&gt; Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Be ONE- Harmony:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=sup id=en-NKJV-28256&gt;16&lt;/SPAN&gt; Be of the same mind toward one another. Do not set your mind on high things, but associate with the humble. Do not be wise in your own opinion. &amp;lt;BR \&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-751991484686856307?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/751991484686856307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/pressed-but-not-crushed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/751991484686856307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/751991484686856307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/10/pressed-but-not-crushed.html' title='Pressed But Not Crushed'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9YysDffI/AAAAAAAAAEE/s6WVmM2pq54/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpEQNuMsWp*X-v4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4068105628698902845</id><published>2007-09-23T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We don't need no education.. We don't need no mind control..</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Been a long while since I was able to &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;blog&lt;/SPAN&gt; and I have so many things I would love to write on.&amp;nbsp; But I don't want to abuse my friend's patients with me using their computer so I will just make a quick entry.&amp;nbsp; Miss you all and &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;hopefully&lt;/SPAN&gt; soon I will get my &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Internet&lt;/SPAN&gt; back on.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 521px; HEIGHT: 748px" height=767 src="http://a815.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/67/l_82a8b5ea516faf340e83f64aeecab5b6.jpg" width=567/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;Groucho&lt;/SPAN&gt; Marx Zane&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;This &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;pic&lt;/SPAN&gt; is a few months old and my budding teen has changed &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;alot&lt;/SPAN&gt; in that short of time.&amp;nbsp; Zane's &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;13th&lt;/SPAN&gt; birthday is coming up and I am not taking it&amp;nbsp;well.&amp;nbsp; How quickly time passes.&amp;nbsp; It makes me feel so old to look at him and see him getting zits and armpit hair and a deeper voice.&amp;nbsp; It does not feel that long ago when I myself was in 7th grade. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;And of course as always Zane keeps life interesting.&amp;nbsp; Teacher conferences will be&amp;nbsp;fun this year.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;In his Civic's class a few weeks ago his teacher handed out the lyrics and played Pink Floyd's song The Wall and encouraged them to see the movie with their parents because it was too violent for her to show in class.&amp;nbsp; This&amp;nbsp;kind of&amp;nbsp;cheesed me.. first question "What does Pink Floyd have to do with Civics????"&amp;nbsp; The some what sheltered child I have had no clue who they were and I had to explain my perplexity to him.&amp;nbsp; Back in MY DAY.. and we have established already that was NOT that long ago, Pink Floyd was only understood and listened to in an altered state of mind.. basically.&amp;nbsp; Am I wrong?? At least that is the popular perception.. all those acid bands.. well &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;duh&lt;/SPAN&gt; labeled that because the fans and most musicians did acid.&amp;nbsp;It is one of those drug culture things and I tried to tactfully explain that to him while at the same time encouraging him to&amp;nbsp;stay away from drugs.&amp;nbsp;Zane said the song had something to do with being against and standing up to Nazis.&amp;nbsp; I still fail to see it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So a week or so goes by and what happens to be on &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;VH1&lt;/SPAN&gt; Classic.. Pink Floyd's The Wall.&amp;nbsp; We flipped on the last ten minuets... the part where kids in private school uniforms are on a conveyer belt being dumped into what turns out to be a meat grinder and the kids come out the other side all ground up.&amp;nbsp;To my adolescent son who lately seems to be enthralled by anything with blood and guts thought that was very cool but I guess I am getting old because the suggestion made me want to vomit.&amp;nbsp; And then it went on to kids rebelling against teachers and beating them up and groups of kids walking in a line with the same distorted mask on and then in song breaking free and throwing off the masks.&amp;nbsp; I have no problem with a healthy aversion to authority and being an individual.. but I still fail to see any Nazis in those scenes or how it was appropriate for my son and his peers to be turned on to Pink Floyd by a teacher.&amp;nbsp; Am I wrong?&amp;nbsp; Am I over reacting?&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;So Monday Zane enthusiastically retells the scenes he saw from the movie to his friends in Civics class.&amp;nbsp; And also tells the class that his mother said you can't understand Pink Floyd unless you are HIGH.&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;OMG&lt;/SPAN&gt;...while this is hilarious in a way.. it is not exactly what I would of wished he would repeat to his class and teacher.&amp;nbsp; I didn't say you HAD to be high to enjoy Pink Floyd..I was not encouraging drug use at all..&amp;nbsp;he some what twisted what I said.. oh how embarrassing.&amp;nbsp; Like I said, Parent Teacher Conferences will be interesting this year.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Another mile stone this last week is &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;AnnMarie&lt;/SPAN&gt; went to her first Dare Dance.&amp;nbsp; She was so excited as she leapt out of the car and said "See you later mom, &lt;SPAN class=correction id=""&gt;byeeee&lt;/SPAN&gt;" and ran to the door to go to the dance.&amp;nbsp; I just cried and cried.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why.. I should be glad my kids are blooming and gaining more independence from me.&amp;nbsp; I know what it is..that darn Grandmother's Curse again.. is this how my mother felt when I was going into my teens? 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We don&amp;#39;t need no mind control..'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-1650080751018292279</id><published>2007-08-18T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound 4 Life praying at Planned Parenthood St. Peters MO</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9ZI0NkSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1UocuZP-V-o/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpCatM6RDEeINv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9ZVo_dUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b8-xZO7rbPw/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpHNCLj5p5Mihv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9ZXnG0qI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Fd4c7aQjg6A/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpIcq9xZ524ylv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9ZgQE3xI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0fRqetTetJg/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpIzBzed3MMXev4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9Zu9gODI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2uhvG6IjgQQ/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpBjdBVRbkg*wv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9Z2mYn_I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Av9rYqj-bLM/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpHtt4NGeTtFfv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9Z9bFrbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eWGu3XgjXDA/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpGx-bQ2GG3wPv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9aIUl1_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/UPEHjEbDOQo/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpH33CgydCToZv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://bound4life.com"&gt;Bound 4 Life's Silent Siege&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-1650080751018292279?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1650080751018292279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/bound-4-life-praying-at-planned.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/1650080751018292279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/1650080751018292279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/bound-4-life-praying-at-planned.html' title='Bound 4 Life praying at Planned Parenthood St. Peters MO'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9ZI0NkSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1UocuZP-V-o/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpCatM6RDEeINv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8718377039553093531</id><published>2007-08-11T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Quitter : P</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;The last two weeks have been a blur and feels like a month.&amp;nbsp; I did get a J O B.&amp;nbsp; For about two weeks lol.&amp;nbsp; I worked for a cleaning service... a maid.&amp;nbsp; I didn't mind the work and found it ironic.. I hate cleaning yet that is the job I landed.&amp;nbsp; The houses were beautiful and not really dirty, just in need of routine cleaning.&amp;nbsp; But still it was Hard work, my body is all in knots and aching.&amp;nbsp; I am realizing I am not as young as I used to be lol.&amp;nbsp; What sucked most about the job was where I was being sent and the gas it was taking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't expect you to understand Saint Louis geography and it's surrounding areas but I live in Lincoln County, the office was in St Peters and then some of these houses she was sending me to was in Creve Core and Chesterfield.&amp;nbsp; The straw that broke my back was when she sent me to Clayton as the last job of the day.. I didn't get out of that house till almost 7 and didn't get home till about 8 p.m.&amp;nbsp; I made $9 an hour but she didn't pay for the mileage, just the drive time.&amp;nbsp; She assured me that was only while I was on probation and once I was permeant I would make 50% of the house and that can average $15 an hour and make up for the gas.&amp;nbsp; But Thursday I was D O N E done.&amp;nbsp; My body ached, my heart was hurting from the guilt of spending so much time away from my family and the engine light came on the Van.. plus the heat!&amp;nbsp; I may have justified the gas issue so that I could quit.&amp;nbsp; Yessss I am a quitter!&amp;nbsp; BUT I so tried, really I did.&amp;nbsp; I prayed everyday as I was scrubbing toilets and trusting there was a purpose for me being where I was and I was trying not to covet and drool over what I cannot have.&amp;nbsp;I tried to stay positive, chipper, and go the extra mile but&amp;nbsp;I was starting to&amp;nbsp;wear thin.&amp;nbsp;It probably didn't help that we had Summer Adventure all week at church and I was up there helping right after work each night and I wasn't getting proper sleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh well.. all practice for the next job.&amp;nbsp; At least I did get two pay checks under my belt and that will help some.&amp;nbsp; Back again to the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;J O B search (YUCK)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;It felt sooooooo good to sleep in Friday.&amp;nbsp; I didn't do it on purpose but I guess my body was exhausted.&amp;nbsp; And then I had Josh give me a deep body massage.&amp;nbsp; That helped loosen me up but I could use about 5 more of those and then I would finally get all these muscles to stop being so sore.&amp;nbsp; Now I have a ton of things to catch up on.. My own house work and earns to run and getting the kids ready for school.&amp;nbsp; Josh has been home for a week and is getting ready to head out again Sunday.&amp;nbsp; So much going on all at once.&amp;nbsp; I guess I just need a good day of rest to recharge and refocus.&amp;nbsp; No wonder people don't have time anymore to fellowship and just take time to care for others, we are too busy with our own stuff to make ourselves available for other's needs.&amp;nbsp; I don't like that.. and I DONT want to turn into that.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&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/7991415371219936859-8718377039553093531?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8718377039553093531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-quitter-p.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8718377039553093531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8718377039553093531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-quitter-p.html' title='I&amp;#39;m A Quitter : P'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-6544875488557407185</id><published>2007-07-11T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Bea is burried in the pet cemetery</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Wednesday already?&amp;nbsp; It has almost been a week since my Aunt's funeral.&amp;nbsp; I am glad I was able to go.&amp;nbsp; The time alone driving for one was good.&amp;nbsp; I was able to pop in the CD player old messages from church and listen on the 5 hour drive to Indiana.&amp;nbsp; And I didn't get lost!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;The funeral was sad but it was good to see family I had not seen in a while.&amp;nbsp; Maybe that is the saddest part, family doesn't get together like that often enough.&amp;nbsp; Sure we always say we will make more of an effort but the months and years go by and next thing you know it's another funeral.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;I am sure my Aunt would have been very pleased by her service.&amp;nbsp; She had a Van Morrison CD playing during the wake and the whole room was full of flowers.&amp;nbsp; The eulogies were not&amp;nbsp;overly religious and focused on her and her many fine accomplishments in her life.&amp;nbsp; She was a hippy of sorts&amp;nbsp;but settled&amp;nbsp;into a good career as a nurse and later a teacher.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;also worked with Aids patients in a time when it was not fashionable to do so.&amp;nbsp; She had many colorful friends with&amp;nbsp;interesting stories.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;I couldn't say much.&amp;nbsp; I tried to only focus on the good about my Aunt.&amp;nbsp; Like&amp;nbsp;how when I was young she gave me a sea shell collection for Christmas and I still to this very day have a shell box from it that I put little keepsakes in (not much from my childhood survived us moving around so much) and how I loved to brag that I had an Aunt who taught at a&amp;nbsp;Big University.&amp;nbsp;Or how you just had to love that dramatic streak in her.&amp;nbsp;I kept to myself what was really going threw my mind.. like how I never got to tell her just what an impact that abortion she helped arrange was&amp;nbsp;on my life or how when I was pregnant with Zane only two years later she in a drunken comment suggested a white male baby on the black market would go fast.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;That night I did have a dream/nightmare of a chubby blue eyed baby and it is ironic I woke up to my period.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;I don't know what hereternal destination is.&amp;nbsp; Very little was said about her faith.&amp;nbsp; And I like to think I have myself forgiven her and let go of any of the hurt she took part in my life, but sometimes I do battle feelings, feelings that I will now never be able to share with her.&amp;nbsp; I will try and forget the worst of her and only remember the best of her.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;I do know she lived her life to the fullest and she will be dearly missed by her family and friends and coworkers.&amp;nbsp; Because of her I will try and enjoy more sunsets.&amp;nbsp; I pray for my cousins because I know they are devastated by her passing and my Uncle who just seems so lost without her.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;A neat thing I got to see was where Great Grandma Bea's ashes finally found a resting place.&amp;nbsp; We were up late talking with my Mom and my Uncle and it was mentioned that my Aunt had buried her in the pet cemetery out back.&amp;nbsp; Ofcourse I just had to see where that was.&amp;nbsp; It was almost midnight and we were walking to&amp;nbsp;a pet cemetery in the big wooded back yard.&amp;nbsp; It was such a Stephen King moment lol.&amp;nbsp; (my Mom and Aunt both love Stephen King) The story goes my Grandma Bea and my Grandma (the daughter in law) did not like each other very much, Grandma Bea was pretty mean from the sounds of it and Grandpa was the only one who would take care of her in her old age.&amp;nbsp; When she died she wanted her ashes scattered over an ocean but Grandpa could not afford to make a trip and it was against the law to do it at the lake they lived off of.&amp;nbsp; So for years and years Grandma had her ashes in the food pantry and it was the long running joke of the family.. Grandma in the end got the best of Grandma Bea.&amp;nbsp; I guess my Aunt after a while became interested in Grandma Bea and thought of her as something of an early feminist who held court in high society (at the expense of her children according to some).&amp;nbsp; So my Aunt decided that Grandma Bea deserved a better place than in Grandma's pantry.&amp;nbsp; Her pet cemetery! LOL&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;I vaguely remember Grandma Bea.&amp;nbsp; She is important to me in a way because I bear her name and carry it on.&amp;nbsp; I do remember her pink ceramic candy dish.&amp;nbsp; And that we were there for the funeral but us children stayed with a baby sitter durring&amp;nbsp;because it was disrespectful for children to be at a funeral.&amp;nbsp; I still kinda feel that way too and get somewhat miffed when ppl bring little kids to funerals (but I do understand everyone does not feel that way)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Times like these makes me wonder about my own legacy and what will be said of me when and if my time should come.&amp;nbsp; I may not have a big career, or lots of money or important people as friends but I hope what will be said of me is that I was full of Love.&amp;nbsp; The Love Of Christ.&amp;nbsp; I should hope that the footprints I leave in others lives is for the better and not the worst.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;I found a quote to that I want to start living by.&amp;nbsp; Not sure who it is&amp;nbsp;from but it was in The Laugh and Lift daily e-mail I receive.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Watch your thoughts; they become words. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Watch your words; they become actions. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Watch your actions; they become habits. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Watch your habits; they become character. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.&lt;/FONT&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/7991415371219936859-6544875488557407185?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6544875488557407185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/grandma-bea-is-burried-in-pet-cemetery.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6544875488557407185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/6544875488557407185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/grandma-bea-is-burried-in-pet-cemetery.html' title='Grandma Bea is burried in the pet cemetery'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-8059123574339919025</id><published>2007-07-03T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better, but not by too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;Since my last entry things are a little better.&amp;nbsp; We haven't lost the house but our monthly payment is going to be more and we cannot be late by even a day ... we have to now western union it or send a money order.. so that is another expense and we have a dreaded adjustable coming up too.. and with our credit we cannot refinance.&amp;nbsp; So we looked into putting the house on the market and just renting till we can clean up our credit.&amp;nbsp; We had an agent over just so we could get info and see what all that would entail and how much of a loss we may be looking at.&amp;nbsp; What he had to say was no big surprise but it was not good either.&amp;nbsp; If we were to put it on he market he was saying we are looking at least $20,000 less for what we paid for it mainly because the builder is selling our model with a basement&amp;nbsp;right now for less&amp;nbsp;and we are on a slab.&amp;nbsp; And because it is a slab house it would probably take some time and the right buyer before it would sell.&amp;nbsp; (when we org. got the house we were told one side of the subdivision was going to be slabs and the other side basements, but they stopped selling the slabs and everything now is being built with basements.&amp;nbsp;There is only about 10 houses with slabs and ours is the biggest and only model with one)&amp;nbsp; That sucks!!&amp;nbsp; We cannot afford that much of a loss.&amp;nbsp; So what it boils down to is we have to do everything possible to make it each month. Aside from us winning the Lottory (and we don't play it) or a&amp;nbsp;big winfall,&amp;nbsp; I have to find a job like tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; One that pays at the very least $10 an hour and has a reasonable schedule so I am not paying too much for child care.&amp;nbsp; Please keep me in prayer and tha God would help me in finding the right job and where he would have me be.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;The last few days I have been cleaning and doing laundry like a mad women.&amp;nbsp; The laundry is almost all caught up, I can actually see the laundry room's floor.&amp;nbsp; The kids are done with summer school now so I have been putting them to work.&amp;nbsp; You know they just love that (not).&amp;nbsp; My closet is shaping up too.. the floor is bare and clothes put away, I can almost see the top of my dresser.&amp;nbsp; Winter clothes are finally all put away and I am going threw all our clothes and getting rid of a lot.&amp;nbsp; That will help cut down on laundry and clutter.&amp;nbsp; Ideally I would like to get the kids down to 7 outfits and get rid of the rest but the girls have so many cute Ts I am finding it hard to let go lol.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;We still have no satellite and are basically going without TV.&amp;nbsp; This is a blessing in a way.&amp;nbsp; We get a lot more done around here that is for sure and it allows more time for reading and having family time.&amp;nbsp; We have been playing games with the&amp;nbsp;kids after dinner and they are eating that up.&amp;nbsp; Ofcourse the kids miss TV and are constantly saying "I'm board" and looking to me to entertain them.&amp;nbsp; And I am missing my shows.. GH, The Sopranos on A&amp;amp;E, The Closer, My life on the D-List and my daily dose from the Fox News Channel.&amp;nbsp; Guess I will have to just rent more and get my news from radio and print (yuck).&amp;nbsp; But in a way I don't miss TV all that much and when Josh leaves with his lap top I won't miss the Internet as badly either.&amp;nbsp; It's a return to a more simpler life I guess lol.&amp;nbsp; You remember, the Technological Dark Ages LOL.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;Today I should start packing.&amp;nbsp; I got almost enough money together from generous&amp;nbsp;friends to make the drive for my Aunt's funeral in IN.&amp;nbsp; It is always humbling to have to ask for help and money and I was not going to go but I felt God stirring me and putting on my heart that I at least needed to try and go.&amp;nbsp; I will be leaving early Thursday morning and it will be about a 6 hour drive.&amp;nbsp; Josh and the kids are staying home, kids with my good friends and Josh will be working.&amp;nbsp; It would have been nice if we all could go, funerals are about the only time EVERYONE gets together and it has been years since my other aunt and my cousins saw me and the children.&amp;nbsp; But money is too tight for us all to go on a trip.&amp;nbsp; Too bad because it would only be a few more hours drive to go to the new &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.creationmuseum.org/"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;Creation Museum &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;and that would be a great family field trip.&amp;nbsp; Maybe next summer.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;Tomorrow for 4th of July we are planning on going over to our friends house from church and watching the parade in O'Fallon.&amp;nbsp; It goes right past their house.&amp;nbsp; We have to get there early and I am not sure if we should just spend the day at home and save the gas it's going to take to go over there but I have to get these kids out of the house and the 4th of July is only once a year.&amp;nbsp; We will have to make due somehow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;I pray that you all have a fun and safe Holiday.&amp;nbsp; Don't blow off any fingers or toes.&amp;nbsp; Drive safe if you are going to be on the road, wear your seat belt!&amp;nbsp; And remember to meditate on how blessed we are to be an American and how thankful we should be to our troops, past and present for our freedom!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow" size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&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/7991415371219936859-8059123574339919025?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8059123574339919025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/better-but-not-by-too-much.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8059123574339919025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/8059123574339919025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/better-but-not-by-too-much.html' title='Better, but not by too much'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4164242124473362883</id><published>2007-06-29T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moblogging.. trying out sending pics from my cell phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9aW2iDGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DFx1AFMJKj4/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpKRuXvP3uCdFv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9aeuwT1I/AAAAAAAAAFU/15vTWDEjSMM/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpEqJb4Y0aAnQv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image from AOL Pictures" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9ahXWIrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ReNl1VxoGTY/s1600-R/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpLjImIPRnV5Wv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm"/&gt;&lt;/IMG&gt;&lt;P&gt;Pics n phone&lt;P&gt;These are some OLD pictures I have had stored in my cell phone but had no way of getting them off.&amp;nbsp; They were too cute to just delete!&amp;nbsp; First one is Sophia with one of her buddies and the others are from a day I took the kids to the park.&amp;nbsp; Looks way better on my blog then it does on my phone!&lt;P&gt;I was reading &lt;A href="http://journals.aol.com/journalseditor/magicsmoke/"&gt;Magic Smoke&lt;/A&gt; today (aol editors blog) and some how ended up in an entry about Moblogging.&amp;nbsp; Nice&amp;nbsp; info if you have the tec on your cell and service plan.&amp;nbsp; Now you can text, send pics and video to your aol journal threw your cell phone!&amp;nbsp; Ha, who needs a computer anymore, now with the Apple Iphone and other such cellphone providers?!!&lt;P&gt;Ofcourse I suck at texting.. not a big fan.. so I had to come back to edit after the pics uploaded : )&lt;P&gt;Anyone else do Moblogging??&lt;DIV id=tagsLocation class="tags"&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Tags: &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/Moblogging" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;Moblogging&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/cellphones" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;cellphones&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A href="http://technorati.com/tag/blogging" target=_blank rel=tag&gt;blogging&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7991415371219936859-4164242124473362883?l=hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4164242124473362883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/moblogging-trying-out-sending-pics-from.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4164242124473362883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7991415371219936859/posts/default/4164242124473362883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hunybeasopenjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/moblogging-trying-out-sending-pics-from.html' title='Moblogging.. trying out sending pics from my cell phone'/><author><name>hunybea4him</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09266998467668431247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SVTb-DFmUlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WaM7X_DCBlQ/S220/blondemary1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQU6LncBrcU/SPp9aW2iDGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DFx1AFMJKj4/s72-Rc/pic%3Fid%3D5f60jZnG*bcwF0JT1PQmjD3ZpKRuXvP3uCdFv4xQp5Fd3Ig%3D%26size%3Dm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7991415371219936859.post-4650245882533839071</id><published>2007-06-28T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:39.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting Things into perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;Yesterday there was a fatal car crash on the HWY. right by my house.&amp;nbsp; I don't have satellite right now so I didn't know a thing about it but people were worried that it could have been me and the kids.&amp;nbsp; A minivan with 4 kids, 3 of them died and the driver and other child are critical.&amp;nbsp; It could have been us from that description ... my area.. I drive a minivan and have 4 children.&amp;nbsp; It is a piece of HWY. I am on all the time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=4&gt;After that, it put a resolve of THANKFULNESS in me.&amp;nbsp; How truly thankful I am it was not my children who died.&amp;nbsp; I do feel deep sorrow for the family who has lost so much, I am really praying for them.&amp;nbsp; How horrible!!!&amp;nbsp; But it puts my current situation in perspective.&amp;nbsp; Our home is in the middle of foreclosure. We may very well loose it.&amp;nbsp; You know I LOVE this house and this is such a terrible uncertain situation.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to blog about it because it is so embarrassing and there is still hope that it may work out and we can somehow stay in our home.&amp;nbsp; Josh is trying all he ca
