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Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-30928108233995807792012-10-22T16:31:00.002-04:002012-10-22T16:31:58.336-04:00Who could it be? There's still page hits on this ol' blog... who could it be?Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-39329343812403861462011-04-23T09:40:00.000-04:002011-04-23T09:46:17.463-04:00Edith<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-b-8l4PZlA/TbLX9NH581I/AAAAAAAAAO8/QGWAZGMeNBw/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598774733269758802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-b-8l4PZlA/TbLX9NH581I/AAAAAAAAAO8/QGWAZGMeNBw/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-2130894312783882012010-12-09T08:43:00.003-05:002010-12-09T08:46:56.345-05:00Snow bomb 2010<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TQDdY_F3sgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/78RZgcgL06w/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548678162243105282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TQDdY_F3sgI/AAAAAAAAAMo/78RZgcgL06w/s320/033.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TQDdTrUxonI/AAAAAAAAAMg/W_y77NKMmH4/s1600/036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548678071037567602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TQDdTrUxonI/AAAAAAAAAMg/W_y77NKMmH4/s320/036.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TQDdGuWupoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/k6CBXhldYkI/s1600/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548677848512767618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TQDdGuWupoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/k6CBXhldYkI/s320/024.JPG" /></a> The BIG snowstorm of 2010 resulted in almost 5 ft of the white stuff here where we live. And it's still snowing as I post this. Kids were off for 3 snow days so far, and this morning we're waiting to see if the 2 hr delay becomes day 4! </div><div> </div><div>Hope y'all are staying warm!!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-48630829972428122772010-10-14T08:54:00.006-04:002010-10-14T09:16:57.626-04:00Final Wedding On the Farm<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527885591988403506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TLb-qG13_TI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C8I7TQHN3Nc/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TLb_q8tFMaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/W5oVukH-LUY/s1600/DSC_0229.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527886705958662562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TLb_q8tFMaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/W5oVukH-LUY/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TLb_LfEwUSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2HhAZZaJeZM/s1600/DSC_0179.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527886165428949282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TLb_LfEwUSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2HhAZZaJeZM/s320/DSC_0179.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>This is Dwights sister on her wedding day...Isn't she lovely? The wedding was here on the farm and although a bit drizzly it was a wonderful time for family to gather. This was back in August, and because I'm such a poor blogger ... well you know. </div><br /><div>This was the final wedding of the Garrett girls, all 5 are now in wedded bliss. Dwights mom is now considering a full time postition as a wedding planner, as she's got it all down to an art :)</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527889474735963570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TLcCMHNB_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f9O8qX42UFc/s320/DSC_0242.JPG" /><br /><div></div><div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-37719658229263027902010-07-18T07:19:00.002-04:002010-07-18T07:34:09.030-04:00The bag lady..<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TELjus0-sxI/AAAAAAAAALo/zqecxFPy26o/s1600/DSC_0465.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495204886792286994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TELjus0-sxI/AAAAAAAAALo/zqecxFPy26o/s320/DSC_0465.JPG" /></a> I'd like to say she takes after her mother....but I REALLY shouldn't take the credit for this. <br /><br />You see, my little strawberry head has a fetish for bags, purses, sacks, and pretty much anything that can hold stuff....loads and loads of stuff. <br /><br />Recently as I was cleaning I found at least 10 bags full of junk...and by junk I mean toys, papers, writing untensils and so forth. She's got a problem my friends. It was time for an intervention. Upon the last cleaning of the playroom, I hid each and every purse I came across. I thought we were home free for a bit .....then she found an old clinique bag, and loaded it with every bit of makeup she had been given over her few years. (my cast-offs, my mothers cast-offs, and my mother in Laws cast-offs...she's got more makeup than the avon lady..)<br /><br />I'm off to hide her school bag and lunch pail ... who knows what she could fit in those.Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-49021106087295309882010-07-05T21:10:00.004-04:002010-07-05T21:16:43.206-04:00In all things (or temperatures) give thanks!<div>Feels good to post on this here blog....might have to try this a little more often :) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's been 40 degrees with the humidity here and the AC upstairs quit working ... isn't that so typical. Sooo our house is muggy and sticky and we are ever so thankful for Grandmas pool next door! In all things give thanks.... so thank you Lord for the heat and humidity, (and the HUGE tomatoes I shall be harvesting due to this greenhouse like temperature!)</div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490595257610277410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TDKDS99OEiI/AAAAAAAAALg/XdRMXWflErQ/s320/2010_0204thatandthis0019+(2).JPG" /><br /><div></div>Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-47855581449387878842010-07-03T08:52:00.008-04:002010-07-03T09:02:58.136-04:00Cabinets<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC80gHi_OtI/AAAAAAAAALY/hZwndzeHHZs/s1600/DSC_0602.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489664197174180562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC80gHi_OtI/AAAAAAAAALY/hZwndzeHHZs/s320/DSC_0602.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC80RzhPIeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cDmC3hTDirk/s1600/DSC_0600.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489663951279956450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC80RzhPIeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cDmC3hTDirk/s320/DSC_0600.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC80DFCjwqI/AAAAAAAAALI/FTLAfkn1-HQ/s1600/DSC_0595.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489663698285085346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC80DFCjwqI/AAAAAAAAALI/FTLAfkn1-HQ/s320/DSC_0595.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8zyuQKUlI/AAAAAAAAALA/WnjBMbswHbQ/s1600/DSC_0594.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489663417290216018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8zyuQKUlI/AAAAAAAAALA/WnjBMbswHbQ/s320/DSC_0594.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8zmRqyhTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wyo5xHb5EzA/s1600/DSC_0596.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489663203458843954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8zmRqyhTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wyo5xHb5EzA/s320/DSC_0596.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8zai3jLVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ds9VjE0w2l4/s1600/DSC_0592.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489663001917336914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8zai3jLVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ds9VjE0w2l4/s320/DSC_0592.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Well I did this the wrong way and you'll see the latest photos first, so go to the other ones and see the progression!</div><div> </div><div>The walls appear green but they actually a taupe or stony colour. Granite is still to come, as well as fixtures and some lighting.</div><br /><br /><div>We tried to save money and ordered our cabinets through an amish gentleman who has done a few kitchens, but hadn't tried glazing or painted finishes yet. Thought we'd take the risk, and we're over the moon with the results. The crown moulding isn't on yet, there are still other cabinets to be put up...but this gives you an idea of the finished look.... can't wait to post the done deal!</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-43834700300260485652010-07-03T08:46:00.003-04:002010-07-03T08:52:12.046-04:00Before Cabinets..Pictures of the house disorganized but beginning to take shape!<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8yBhBeKAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ePiSVb0WwM4/s1600/DSC_0576.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489661472413722626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8yBhBeKAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ePiSVb0WwM4/s320/DSC_0576.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8xuG184vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/StaOefYUjK8/s1600/DSC_0577.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489661138968568562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8xuG184vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/StaOefYUjK8/s320/DSC_0577.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8xfLIw9fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qMdLdYwDBGw/s1600/DSC_0571.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489660882423182834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8xfLIw9fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qMdLdYwDBGw/s320/DSC_0571.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-56049516894960284552010-07-03T08:12:00.007-04:002010-07-03T08:46:32.768-04:00During...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8r-RGbTHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EYFrT297IPo/s1600/DSC_0551.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489654819530165362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8r-RGbTHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/EYFrT297IPo/s320/DSC_0551.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8rtFtVcbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/F_XrTCmT4HY/s1600/DSC_0505.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489654524414357938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8rtFtVcbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/F_XrTCmT4HY/s320/DSC_0505.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8rESU0Z5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/PWaLV5KI_W8/s1600/DSC_0464.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489653823426553746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8rESU0Z5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/PWaLV5KI_W8/s320/DSC_0464.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8qvs37xVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/65tqqHTYqzQ/s1600/DSC_0422.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489653469775906130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8qvs37xVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/65tqqHTYqzQ/s320/DSC_0422.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8qSfkPBEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/A-ke47YZWJU/s1600/DSC_0451.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489652967987414082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8qSfkPBEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/A-ke47YZWJU/s320/DSC_0451.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8pjze4d-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/9tq3QWpM7mI/s1600/DSC_0450.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489652165879822306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8pjze4d-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/9tq3QWpM7mI/s320/DSC_0450.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Just to give you and idea of what we lived through....ugg....</div></div></div></div></div></div>Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-85687840802619352372010-07-03T07:47:00.006-04:002010-07-03T08:08:13.995-04:00<div><div>Wonder where I've been?? ...didn't think so :)</div><br /><div>Thought I'd throw up some pictures (which make me want to throw up after all this...) of what we've been living and breathing these past couple months. It's been quite a journey but is now within reach. About 3 more weeks until completion. Whew!</div><br /><br /><div>Our 60 year old house has been needing some updates...and so the hubs and I began with a larger than life dream of putting on an addition for a new kitchen. The price tag on that dream was far beyond our means, so we beat our dreams into submission and came up with something far more reasonable and yet still dreamy enough. </div><br /><br /><div>What started as 3 small rooms (dining, kitchen and playroom) became one large open concept living space. </div><br /><br /><div>Here are some before photos....</div><div></div><div>Dining room (during reno)</div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489649690936974146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8nTvmhm0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/RKFXw36Tuxc/s320/DSC_0457.JPG" /><br />Brick wall between Hallway and kitchen (during reno)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489648551363859378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8mRaXH07I/AAAAAAAAAJY/7yhWWgnAYLU/s320/DSC_0419.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489647870094845202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/TC8lpwb7pRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/H6XbtPDPix4/s400/DSC_0409.JPG" /></div></div><br /><br /><p>Playroom (I'd like to say during reno....but sadly it typically looked like this!!)</p><p>I'll post some during and after photos on another post... picasa is giving me trouble!</p>Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-5663685804281081622010-02-01T20:06:00.004-05:002010-02-01T20:20:28.098-05:00The big B-B-Budget...<a href="http://www.notthejetset.net/2008/07/our-cash-envelope-system.html"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Not the Jet Set</span> </span></a><br /><br />Click on the above link if you've ever wondered what my budget consists of now. For all you Dave Ramsey fans, we folk are currently on Baby step 3. It too will take us a while...but we're in this for the long haul.<br /><br />I'm currently on the look out for an envelope system that'll fit nicely in my purse and that will take a bit of abuse. Ramsey himself offers a planner with envelopes in it, but after reading the comments, I've decided to try to find something that is made from plastic or fabric, not paper as it tends to rip easily...(umm. duh ..)<br /><br />So as the Hubs is at his Bible study, I'll be scoping out a cash envelope system that works for me!! Hope y'all are having a great Monday!Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-20568901928920744412010-01-28T16:59:00.006-05:002010-01-28T17:14:12.747-05:00Snow much fun...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/S2ILxRfA02I/AAAAAAAAAA4/mKPFCrQSY5A/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431917041697215330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/S2ILxRfA02I/AAAAAAAAAA4/mKPFCrQSY5A/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" /></a>There've been a few snowy days 'round these parts, not too many though....which is just okily dokily. The small hill outside our patio door has been claimed as their 'Caboggening hill' as miss Ashy calls it. The path down is slick and pressed nicely, in good crazy carpet fashion. Half an hour of 'Caboggening' for them = Half an hour of silence for me.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Thank you oh sweet hill.<br /></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/S2IKF6OpLuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KW_9k5GK9ys/s1600-h/DSC_0186.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431915197208538850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/S2IKF6OpLuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KW_9k5GK9ys/s400/DSC_0186.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/S2IJ_MmUR8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/pq_PhaGNefk/s1600-h/DSC_0164.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431915081880586178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/S2IJ_MmUR8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/pq_PhaGNefk/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/S2IJwT-HDZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AIphvNrVbtA/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431914826161393042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pv1LYxuPcbI/S2IJwT-HDZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/AIphvNrVbtA/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" /></a><br />Even the big guy enjoys a ride...<br /><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Farmers Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06595763039804420985noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-26262140884089372872010-01-22T15:02:00.004-05:002010-01-22T15:35:00.962-05:00I'm fuzzy in my thinking...just awoke from a glorious nap with my baby (who is still snoring..). It's been a lovely stay-at-home-mom kind of day, sun shining in the windows, Eden giving each of her dollies a diaper change and a dance (....even the freaky one with the broken eye and the backwards head...she's an equal opportunity kind of caretaker, just as any real mommy would be) And I've been dilly dallying... at little of this and a little of that.<br /><br />We were out to feed the cows for a bit, throwing their hay back into their mangers, then we headed over to the heifer barn where the calves and smaller cows are. I haven't been out to the barn in a bit as I become a complete hermit in these canadian winters, and was shocked at the size of the bulls. Dang, those are some big boys. Eden and I were throwing their hay in too, and she whipped off her mitten to feed the big guy some hay, with no fear.<br /><br />Moving here when I married Dwight, brought a whole new existence for me. As I had not been near livestock on any given day...except maybe the local fair or that time I leaned over a fence line to pet a horse and was given the eye-opener of a lifetime through the trusty electric fence. If the electric current wasn't on a pulse, I'd a been there all day, pettin' that pony with my eyes rolling back in my head.<br /><br />The longer I've lived here, the more the familiarity I've felt with the cows. But there still comes a time when I feel that ol' fear creep back in.. like today standing in front of that big ol' bull with his oogly eyes and mammoth head. Eden stood there like he was a labrador retriever and she was giving him his treat. He sniffed that little hand with some serious wind, puffing and huffing in those big dew-y nostrils. She giggled.<br /><br />Guess that fear is developed. Good thing big scared momma was there, or this 2 year old woulda been riding this big bronco to town.<br /><br />Oh, and while I was in the barn I happened upon a great future blog post. Cows and their hair do's. ohh-ho-ho, are you in for a REAL treat when I get that one posted.<br /><br />Until then.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-50383942758212091122010-01-17T05:46:00.002-05:002010-01-17T06:31:20.484-05:00been awhile.<br /><br />How y'all been?<br /><br />Nothings changed but the picture around here. Since things have all but stopped in the farming department (the hubs may not agree as he is still tending and milking the herd twice daily) .. I decided to try my hand in blog land again. For today...no guarantees on tomorrow.<br /><br />To shed some rust and break in these knuckles (*crack, crack*) thought I'd post the top 10 list of updates.<br /><br />1. Gabe is now in SK...reading very well and enjoys each and every day at the institution of education.<br /><br />2. Ashlyn is in JK ...socializes very well and enjoys each and every recess at the institution of education. (and will be attending full time next year, as the school board has just changed the schedule of every other day to every day learning)<br /><br />3. Eden is at home and is learning her ABC's. The soother is long gone, and soon will be her naps as well...just not worth the fight any longer. She'd rather be watching little bear anyway. <br /><br />4. Dave Ramsey has blessed us with his fountain of financial wisdom, and we are making headway.<br /><br />5. The treadmill found its way into our bedroom..and it stares me down morn and eve. I am new in my resolution, and vow it will not become a clothes hanger....my negative side says it's only a matter of time.<br /><br />6. I am fighting the dirt craving as it's January here in snowbelt Ontario and there's none of the black gold to be seen. Soon enough though potting soil will find its way beneath my fingernails to begin the seedlings.<br /><br />7. Christmas was wonderful...glad to have put the decorations away now, regular routine and decor has a certain comfort.<br /><br />8. We're attending a new church.. a Harvest church, and it's fantastic. Sunday is a defining day in my week, as I actually have to get dressed. (hee hee ho ho...what I MEAN is .. get dressed in clothing that is acceptable to wear out of the house or barn...)<br /><br />9. My child is talking my ear off, and I'm finding it difficult to think of a ninth update... how about, the house is a wreck and the laundry is in piles....oh wait... that's nothing new.<br /><br />10. uh. ya. ummm.<br /><br />So there ya have it folks. A real waste of internet. My next update will include an exhaustive and detailed listing of my meal plan...for the month. (oh wait...some of you might actually find that interesting...)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-21189789309001332012009-03-02T09:09:00.001-05:002009-03-02T09:17:51.487-05:00Tante..<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SavqJi4TQVI/AAAAAAAABXA/AyXuR54UA9k/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308594035488932178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SavqJi4TQVI/AAAAAAAABXA/AyXuR54UA9k/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:180%;">F</span>or my gorgeous Tante.<br />You've inspired me!</em></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-39717759383460300912009-02-10T15:38:00.003-05:002009-02-10T16:21:26.737-05:00Piano...<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SZHt9rfLMdI/AAAAAAAABVY/LoMfAASVVME/s1600-h/DSC_0184-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301279880293069266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SZHt9rfLMdI/AAAAAAAABVY/LoMfAASVVME/s400/DSC_0184-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Red heads unite on the Heintzman.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SZHmiLBxM-I/AAAAAAAABU4/yV4yqDu5ARk/s1600-h/DSC_0195-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301271711141934050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SZHmiLBxM-I/AAAAAAAABU4/yV4yqDu5ARk/s400/DSC_0195-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Patiently teaching 4 hands.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SZHmKrwCRuI/AAAAAAAABUw/WcnKsVYzVIE/s1600-h/DSC_0236.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301271307609065186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SZHmKrwCRuI/AAAAAAAABUw/WcnKsVYzVIE/s400/DSC_0236.JPG" border="0" /></a> 'I'll be just like her one day...'<br /><br />Aunt Vicki came over the other to tickle our new ivorys. Well new to us at least...<br />Gabes lessons have been going quite well, he says one day he'll play just like Aunt Vicki. The Hubs has realized a passion that had been tossed to the wayside many years ago. Since the piano has been moved in, I've been listening to him recalling all his black and white memories through his hands, and he's quite good. Until he has to play with 2 hands, each with it's own rhythm. Then his very white, very un-rhythmic side comes out, and we both have a giggle.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-72661044760937290532009-01-24T10:59:00.004-05:002009-01-24T11:45:25.674-05:00DollarOma.<span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">I</span> 've found her.<br /><br />Forget Nanny 911. Super nanny? nah, she ain't got nothin' on my source. Even parenting books haven't got the wealth of kid know-how that this lady bestowes.<br /><br />Who is she you ask?<br /><br />DollarOma. The one and only.<br /><br />Not only is she the single greatest source of all things cheap and thrilling (let's not confuse that with cheap thrills now you naughty readers....ahem) from the Dollarama dollar store, she is also the Fountain of parental guidance for those who are at their wits end.<br /><br /><br />Self-acclaimed DollarOma is my number one disciplining resource. You need to know how to silence that back-talker? Or perhaps how to teach some r-e-s-p-e-c-t (sing it Sista..), maybe you're still dealing with a bossy betsy, or even a sucky sam...wellllll look no further. Help has arrived.<br /><br /><br />For me at least.<br /><br /><br />Within 1/2 an hour she help me lay down the law. It was the Garrett Smack down. ( I say this without really knowing what a smack down thingy is) And the best part? It took the red-neck parenting style straight outta me.<br /><br /><br />Explain you say. Well Shure darlin.<br /><br /><br />Gabe the babe has become quite a mature lil man. Sometimes a little beyond his years. Sometimes a little beyond my years. Sometimes a little beyond Methuselahs years. You get the idea. It took DollarOma less than half an hour to teach me how to nip this little know-it-all in the bud. And the best part, it wasn't her making me feel like my parenting was headed down the tubes, she could see that I was drained from the lack of r-e-s-p-e-c-t (Go Aretha...) and only after I had ASKED her, did she give her golden nuggets of granny advice.<br /><br /><br />My parenting had become worn out, it fell in some ruts and quite often I was resorting to my red-neck style of parenting. 'Hey yous' and 'Git over here' and 'Git 'er done'... no wait... not that last one. In the end, I was shouting and he was shouting and it was like an all out brawl some days.<br /><br /><br />Now we have peace. I don't shout. I ask once. If he doesn't obey he gets a time out on the landing. then we discuss it and hug. Simple really. So why the heck couldn't I think of it? Sometimes when you're drowning in the everyday monotony of disciplining your children it's hard to think of the simple solutions, and instead just fall into the quick blow up. Yelling or spanking and both parties feeling really down after.<br /><br /><br />Thank goodness for DollarOma, she helped to remind me life can be a lot quieter and more loving.<br /><br /><br />Advice? remember that grandparents have a wealth of knowledge to give, you've just got to ask!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294901717925645298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXtFDxGQS_I/AAAAAAAABUQ/813-gWt13S0/s400/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-55907392086717987372009-01-24T10:53:00.001-05:002009-01-24T10:57:37.703-05:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXs5-r3mVmI/AAAAAAAABUI/lN6uASTRsOc/s1600-h/DSC_0184.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294889535994746466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXs5-r3mVmI/AAAAAAAABUI/lN6uASTRsOc/s400/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center"><strong>The ewwww face.</strong></p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-82068525460729347492009-01-20T08:34:00.002-05:002009-01-20T08:41:26.288-05:00Biblical ParenthoodA blog that I read had this to write this morning, and it struck me ... my parents have done exactly this. And I can't thank them enough. They've helped to foster a wonderful marriage for Dwight and I, at times it's not easy as a parent, having to 'let go'. I feel like this blogger has taken the words out of my mouth!<br /><br />A BIG thank you to Mom and Bill!!<br /><br />Here is her blog : <a href="http://www.xanga.com/resolved2worship">Resolved to Worship</a><br /><br /><br />"I've always had a wonderful relationship with my parents ~ I never had times of "rebellion" growing up. We had dis-agreements... but really, very rarely in my 19 years at home! I got along wonderfully with them. Since getting married, my relationship with them has only deepened, or rather changed even for the better as it's no longer a child/parent relationship. They have become trusting friends who have more than anyone in my life, loved me, accepted me and encouraged me. And a long with me, my husband and our children.They have respected Robert and I as a married couple, with Robert having jurisdiction as head of our household. They have respected our marriage, our privacy, our lives, our decisions, and supported us with unconditional love. They have somehow found the balance of being interested in our lives, yet letting us live our own lives - and it has made for a healthy, God centered relationship. I praise God for that... He knew that though I thought myself least likely to be back at mom and dad's after marrying, it would be me that would be back. And a whole lot more than just once.When I left home at 19 and married Robert, I LEFT. Not just physically, but emotionally, and mentally - wholeheartedly following and transferring my everything to my husband. I never felt "homesick" or this need to live next door to my parents. Robert was to then be my counsellor, my head, - I did the "leaving and cleaving," as the Bible commands husbands and wives to do when they marry and become a new family of their own. It was natural for me. It was right.I appreciate my parents words of wisdom on this topic and guidance as I lived at home. I appreciate my mom's example... and I appreciate the bad examples the Lord put in my life before I married to show me what was not His way. I am very grateful for my parents allowing and releasing, and trusting.----------------------------~Speaking of married children and parents - a little side note:I've talked to hundreds of young married women who come from homeschooled families. A huge plus to homeschooling is the close relationship that can develop between the parents and the children. One of the biggest down falls in the parents having invested so much into their children, often times making them their whole life, an idol, and not being able to release them in God's way when they our young adults and when they marry...It's not always just the parents ~ often times, the young person, after marriage, in not able to fully "leave and cleave" as they should to their spouse because they feel constant guilt for not continuing to be/ or do what their parents still expect of them, want of them, continue to "counsel" them. It's an unhealthy and ungodly relationship.I can't help but advise that if you have come from a tight knit family, whether homeschooled or not, and you marry - take some time AWAY - maybe a year, maybe more - leave the city and state, or just get distance, whatever - as a couple become one, apart from your families. Make leaving and cleaving a priority. Let your folks know, let them know your vision as a couple to do as God commands. Start your marriage right with the two of you learning to go to God and learn to hear from Him, together. I've thought a lot about how good it would be too to encourage our children- as they are growing -in their relationship with Jesus, A Part From US -- to go to Him, to hear His voice, to read the Word and discover what He is speaking to them. If we encourage a relationship with the Lord and yet are always teaching them, telling them, to constantly rely upon us to tell them what He is saying, what He is wanting of them, what we feel is right or wrong for them... (of course this would be the case when they are young, I'm speaking more of when they become pre-teen/adolescent)...Then they become husbands and wives one day who do not have a real/breathing relationship with the Lord... or maybe they do, but it can not mature and grow as it should because they are controlled by/led by the continued control of their parents. Often times it also caused these grown adults to still act like children or rather much younger than their age because they have not matured in the area of decision making and seeking the counsel of the Lord.They've not learned the wonderfulness of listening to the Holy Spirit and His voice, but rather seen their parents as the "holy spirit." Their parents are their conscience, not the Lord. Their consciences have just been trained by their parents, rather than molded by God and by a true and breathing relationship with Jesus. Their parents are still their top counsel, not the Lord. Their parents are who they fear, not God. Persons who are in this situation, when they marry, often times they continue to look to their parents to "counsel" them in every little thing from their housing, to their income, to their job, to what standards they should have for their family, to what church they should attend, what kind of foods they should be eating as a family, should they get close with that person and their family, should they not? Who and who should not be their friends. etc, etc, etc. and etc! They are merely programed robots, even as adults, and not married couples with Christ as the center of their relationship. Really, outside influences, fear of man, parents beliefs are the center of their relationship when it really comes down to it."Therefore a husband should leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife..." - "Wives submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord." (notice, she is no longer to submit the her mother/father, but to her husband - in essence, a leaving and cleaving as well.) Eph. 5:22,31-----------------------------~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-23803067315241984362009-01-19T11:10:00.000-05:002009-01-19T11:11:04.288-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXSl-CaI3DI/AAAAAAAABTk/eaK-FK19BCk/s1600-h/storm.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037947284151346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXSl-CaI3DI/AAAAAAAABTk/eaK-FK19BCk/s400/storm.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">Rain storm in summer 08</p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-44723530151407890672009-01-18T11:24:00.000-05:002009-01-18T11:25:42.856-05:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXNX9CeIizI/AAAAAAAABTE/iB6W2ame2RQ/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292670693237361458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXNX9CeIizI/AAAAAAAABTE/iB6W2ame2RQ/s400/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Jersey Girl.<br /></strong><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-9802782072719565652009-01-17T18:12:00.002-05:002009-01-17T18:27:29.824-05:00a- HA!!(read previous post 1st)<br /><br />I listened. He answered.<br /><br />Not 20 minutes after writing that post I began to read a book by Francis <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shaeffer</span> and read with me what he writes.<br /><br />(He speaks of how God used Moses' <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">shepherding</span> staff to preform miracles, victories, and judgements : Book of Exodus)<br /><br />'Consider the mighty ways in which God used a dead stick of wood. "God so used a stick of wood", can be a banner cry for each of us. Though we are limited and weak in talent, physical energy, and psychological strength, we are not less than a stick of wood.' ... 'The Scripture emphasizes that much can some from little if the little is truly consecrated to God. There are no little people and no big people in the true spiritual sense, but only consecrated and unconsecrated people. The problem for each of us is applying this truth to ourselves: is Frances Shaeffer the Francis Shaeffer of God?'<br /><br />Is Leanne G. the Leanne G. of God?<br /><br />and here's when I knew God wanted me to read this very page right now...<br /><br />'No little Places' (!!!!!)<br />But if a Christian is consecrated, does this mean he will be in a big place instead of a little place? The answer, the next step, is very important : as there are no little people in God's sight, so there are no little places. To be wholly committed to God in the place where God wants him - this is the creature glorified.' .... 'This means being what He wants me to be, where he wants me to be.'<br /><br />Darn tootin. if that wasn't the answer I was looking for then I don't know what is.<br /><br />Amazing!!!<br /><br />If you're more confused then ever, my apologies.. sometimes I like to shake the place up :PAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-28972855273809322942009-01-17T17:01:00.006-05:002009-01-17T17:48:11.203-05:00Going back...<div><div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXJVxJ0e7vI/AAAAAAAABSE/cdjjrq-1Cmg/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292386815051755250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXJVxJ0e7vI/AAAAAAAABSE/cdjjrq-1Cmg/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Back to the roots. </div><br /><p>Here I am again .. in this place. 'Things' (oh the elusive conclusions that such a word as 'things' can bring about) are changing here. Big things, and smaller things. </p><br /><p>Changing can sure leave you in a whirlwind if you don't take hold of at least a moment in each day to recognize where you are in life.</p><br /><p>Realizing God has you in your place for a reason is certainly something to continue to recognize. But more importantly, recognizing why or what exactly God has you in your place for, is sure nice to know. Ain't it? I guess sometimes those reasons are as elusive as that shady word...'things'.<br /></p><br /><p>'<strong>I've</strong> got you there for ... 'Things',... <strong>My</strong> 'Things' Leanne.' ' Have a little faith would ya?'</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292394773380931746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXJdAY6BIKI/AAAAAAAABSM/9NPQ3AfEeBY/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">So here I sit. With my faith. </p><br /><p>Patience is a virtue, and it is one of those 'things' I haven't yet mastered. </p><br /><p>I've been reading lately and the themes that continue to stick with me are: keeping good people silent and complacent are keys to Satans attacks. Whether it be through fear, lack of communication, idleness, anger, or lacklustre ... </p><br /><p>Y'all, I love Jesus and I just want you to know it. I'm sick of the idleness.. </p><p><br />I'm ready for a re-vamp. An over-haul. A Tune up. Whatever you wanna call it, I'm gearing up for some serious listening.<br /></p><p>Listening and patience. Ohhhh me.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292395480782566994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXJdpkLtdlI/AAAAAAAABSU/fs0jTnfw2Iw/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div><br /><p align="center"><strong>Trusting</strong>... and Patience...and Listening. </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">And then suddenly...</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292397719758937122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SXJfr5BRnCI/AAAAAAAABSc/YrmiXrvTG_E/s400/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" /></p>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10810621.post-91716558955355623572009-01-06T16:33:00.004-05:002009-01-06T16:38:49.599-05:00Can't... resist... the cuteness.....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SWPO54S9tAI/AAAAAAAABQ8/ckMhHeyhxT0/s1600-h/DSC_0331.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288297881222886402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SWPO54S9tAI/AAAAAAAABQ8/ckMhHeyhxT0/s400/DSC_0331.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />These are older pics of Eden ... but I see them I cringe with that pain of utter cuteness. I've always loved leaving the kids shirts on their heads like this... It somehow brings out their features. And makes them appear ready for the convent.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SWPOuFGv3BI/AAAAAAAABQ0/kxd6PMjsmVE/s1600-h/DSC_0330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288297678502878226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SWPOuFGv3BI/AAAAAAAABQ0/kxd6PMjsmVE/s400/DSC_0330.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SWPOhKPThFI/AAAAAAAABQs/UPZNJbf3_2k/s1600-h/DSC_0333.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288297456542647378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SWPOhKPThFI/AAAAAAAABQs/UPZNJbf3_2k/s400/DSC_0333.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SWPOW0LuogI/AAAAAAAABQk/b0PZyBUsGt8/s1600-h/DSC_0327.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288297278823375362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n2QPu0EqL9I/SWPOW0LuogI/AAAAAAAABQk/b0PZyBUsGt8/s400/DSC_0327.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5