tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27833585317275699932024-03-14T10:25:07.755-04:00my crazy lifeI'm Kristie, wife of Jerry, mother of Chelsey & Jenna
<p>some days I have nothing to say (really busy days) and some days I can't stop typing (really boring days) so be sure to read all the way down in case I got post happy and posted more than once</p>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-49908005094937344552009-05-10T07:37:00.000-04:002009-05-10T07:37:01.300-04:00Happy Mother's DayBefore I was a Mom,<br />I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.<br />I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.<br />I never thought about immunizations.<br /><br />Before I was a Mom,<br />I had never been puked on.<br />Pooped on.<br />Chewed on.<br />Peed on.<br />I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.<br />I slept all night.<br /><br />Before I was a Mom,<br />I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.<br />Or give shots.<br />I never looked into teary eyes and cried.<br />I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.<br />I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.<br /><br />Before I was a Mom,<br />I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.<br />I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt..<br />I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.<br />I never knew that I could love someone so much.<br />I never knew I would love being a Mom..<br /><br />Before I was a Mom,<br />I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body..<br />I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.<br />I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.<br />I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.<br /><br />Before I was a Mom,<br />I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.<br />I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the amazement or the satisfaction of being a Mom.<br />I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-83935396548567137532009-05-05T13:01:00.004-04:002009-05-05T13:11:18.068-04:00I'm back...again...maybemy life has been crazier than I ever dreamed (it's been more of a nightmare, but things are headed in the right direction now)...in the past month and a half I've learned who my true friends are and who I can trust...I won't go into details but I've learned alot about myself this past month and a half; I'm a lot stronger than I ever give myself credit...<br /><br />but with my nightmare comes changes and the biggest change is I'm going back to work, I've been a stay at home mom and nephew sitter forever and now I'm getting back into the real world...before children I sold insurance and I'm going back into that field, I interviewed and was offered a job with a brand new agent with ALFA (just waiting on him to get the office set up)...it's going to be a HUGE change but I'm ready!Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-71073076322022816802009-04-01T14:03:00.002-04:002009-04-01T14:06:11.191-04:00When your hut is on fire...The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.<br /><br />One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, 'God! How could you do this to me?'<br /><br />Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him!<br /><br />'How did you know I was here?' asked the weary man of his rescuers.<br /><br />'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied.<br /><br />The Moral of This Story: It's easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering. Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground, it just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-4349563804703118782009-03-30T13:27:00.004-04:002009-03-30T13:33:33.695-04:00want one of these?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fCCi5wEMyKII0JD-DlnIIsYOvt-9OeSBoywP11PwUO7d4C2MvzEqSakDQpIx-jWdK8jcrWdkLA8rfd-HKaiRJD_ELWi8bIF5shpDx0E_i2VzBPIcF9fsiDXFJwTKszl-wB4AHBtKuwQ/s1600-h/bluechalk1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319034298965200690" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-fCCi5wEMyKII0JD-DlnIIsYOvt-9OeSBoywP11PwUO7d4C2MvzEqSakDQpIx-jWdK8jcrWdkLA8rfd-HKaiRJD_ELWi8bIF5shpDx0E_i2VzBPIcF9fsiDXFJwTKszl-wB4AHBtKuwQ/s320/bluechalk1.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw-Zmk8Xqr3i6uwHCkdu5tgZ6YbV4A-8FxbfycRBLtfcMCyglPIZU5loloyBvx3WCyRqfh3LSOOMtI3G1aCtlUh89HjjH-8zj_gjV_mDrMhYNdKeTWE6LZVojFfYDrvVYFkyUrQmHfOks/s1600-h/pinkchalk2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319034297836571378" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw-Zmk8Xqr3i6uwHCkdu5tgZ6YbV4A-8FxbfycRBLtfcMCyglPIZU5loloyBvx3WCyRqfh3LSOOMtI3G1aCtlUh89HjjH-8zj_gjV_mDrMhYNdKeTWE6LZVojFfYDrvVYFkyUrQmHfOks/s320/pinkchalk2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />want one these fun 12 x 12 chalkboards with whatever accent colors you'd like...you could even have it monogrammed or have your name printed on top...cool?<br /><br />if you want to enter to win one of these get on over to <a href="http://myflipflopz.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-about-fun-little-giveaway.html">http://myflipflopz.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-about-fun-little-giveaway.html</a><br />be sure to tell her that Kristie R from <a href="http://thegatormom.blogspot.com/">http://thegatormom.blogspot.com/</a> sent you<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-29942437949107432182009-03-24T06:45:00.002-04:002009-03-24T10:43:40.857-04:00help end childhood hunger in America!If you have read much of what I post or my about me you know I'm a Tastefully Simple Independent Consultant and I'm so proud of what Tastefully Simple is doing now...here's the details...<br /><br /><br /><em>Today more than 12 million children growing up in America experience hunger, not knowing when their next meal will come. Tastefully Simple is proud to partner with Share Our Strength®, a national non-profit organization whose mission is to end childhood hunger in America.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em><strong>You Can Make a Difference!</strong></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Every time you buy a box of our For the Love of Cookies Mix, Tastefully Simple will donate $1 to Share Our Strength.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For the Love of Cookies</em><br /><em>Just add butter and an egg for crisp, chewy cookies that taste homemade. Makes an excellent incentive for kids to finish their homework or chores. 0g trans fat per serving. Kosher.</em><br /><em>Ingredients Needed<br />¼ cup (½ stick) melted butter<br />1 egg<br />16 oz. box (1 lb.) 453g<br /></em><br /><em>"Together, we can show millions of children that they aren't alone. Together, we can make a difference."-Jill Blashack Strahan, Founder & CEO<br /></em><br /><em>To learn more about Share Our Strength and ways you can help, visit </em><a href="http://www.strength.org/" target="_blank"><em>www.strength.org</em></a><em>.</em><br /><br /><em><strong>Help us give with gratitude and end child hunger!</strong></em><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><em><strong></strong></em><br />if you want to help feed millions of hungry children in America you can place an order on my webpage <a href="http://www.tastefullysimple.com/web/krussell">www.tastefullysimple.com/web/krussell</a> and enter my name Kristie Russell as the host and you will receive a discounted shipping rate...also for every box of "For the Love of Cookies" that I sell I will match Tastefully Simple's $1 donation to Share Our Strength so for every box of cookies you buy $2 will go to help feed the hungry children of America!Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-24551806801894922272009-03-23T07:11:00.001-04:002009-03-23T07:11:03.320-04:00EVERY WOMAN...A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...<br />enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to...<br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...<br />something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...<br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...<br />a youth she's content to leave behind...<br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...<br />a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age...<br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...<br />a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...<br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...<br />one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...<br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...<br />a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...<br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...<br />eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored...<br /><br />A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE...<br />a feeling of control over her destiny...<br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />how to fall in love without losing herself...<br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship...<br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />when to try harder...and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...<br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents...<br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...<br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...<br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />how to live alone...even if she doesn't like it...<br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally...<br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />where to go...be it to her best friend's kitchen table...or a charming Inn in the woods...when her soul needs soothing...<br /><br />EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...<br />what she can and can't accomplish in a day...a month...and a year...Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-9021181144769022682009-03-20T13:22:00.003-04:002009-03-20T13:33:04.283-04:00this ever happen to you?I took my small child with me shopping, halfway through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took my little one with me into the restroom. If you'd been one of the ladies in the restroom that evening, this is what you would have heard coming from the second to the last stall:<br /><br />''Mommy, are you gonna go potty? Oh! Why are you putting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">toiwet</span> paper on the potty, Mommy? Oh! You gonna sit down on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">da</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">toiwet</span> paper now? Mommy, what are you doing? Mommy, are you gonna go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">stinkies</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">on the</span> potty?''<br /><br />At this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full ... 4? 5? Maybe we could wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this stall and reveal my identity.<br /><br />My child continued:<br /><br />''Mommy, you ARE going <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">stinkies</span> aren't you? Oh, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">dats</span> a good girl, Mommy! Are you gonna get some candy for going <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">stinkies</span> on the potty? Let me see doze <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">stinkies</span>, Mommy! Oh ... Mommy! I'm trying to see in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">dere</span>. Oh! I see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">dem</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Dat</span> is a very good girl, Mommy. You are gonna <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">get some</span> candy!''<br /><br />I heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of me. Where is a screaming new born when you need her? Good grief. This was really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting a long time before exiting. Trying to divert him, I said, ''Why don't you look in Mommy's purse and see if you can find some candy. We'll both <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">have some</span>!''<br /><br />''No, I'm trying to see doze more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">stinkies</span>...Oh! Mommy!''<br /><br />My child started to gag at this point.<br /><br />''Uh-oh, Mommy. I fink I'm gonna <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">frow</span> up. Mommy, doze <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">stinkies</span> are making me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">frow</span> up!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Dat</span> is so gross!!''<br /><br />As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside my stall.. I quickly flushed the toilet in hopes of changing the subject. I began to reason with myself: OK. There are four other toilets. If I count four flushes, I can be reasonably assured that those who overheard this embarrassing monologue will be long gone.<br /><br />''Mommy! Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">done going</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">stinkies</span>! Get up! Get up!''<br /><br />My child grunted and tried to pull me off now I could hear full-blown laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door.<br /><br />''Oh, are you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">wooking</span> under <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">dere</span>, Mommy? You <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">wooking</span> under <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">da</span> door? What were you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">wooking</span> at? Mommy? You <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">wooking</span> at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">wady's</span> feet?''<br /><br />More laughter. I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the situation.<br /><br />''Mommy, it's time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out now, Mommy.''<br /><br />My child started pounding on the door.<br /><br />''Mommy, don't you want to wash your hands? I want to go out!!''<br /><br />I saw that my wait 'em out' plan was unraveling. I sheepishly opened the door, and found standing outside my stall, twenty to thirty ladies crowded around the stall, all smiling and starting to applaud. My first thought was complete embarrassment, then I thought, where's the fine print on the 'motherhood contract' where I signed away every bit of my dignity and privacy? But as my child gave me a big, cheeky grin while rubbing bubbly soap between chubby little hands, I thought, I'd sign it all away again, just to be known as Mommy to this little one.<br /><br />(Shannon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Popkin</span> is a freelance writer and mother of three she lives with her family in Grand Rapids, Michigan, where she no longer uses public restrooms)Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-49272867307057807122009-03-19T13:26:00.004-04:002009-03-19T14:15:07.623-04:00catchup time...again...this time of year keeps me running in circles and it's only gonna get worse...<br /><br />it's beautiful here all the fruit trees and flowers are starting to bloom, the sun is shining...I love it! I've been so happy about our beautiful spring weather then when I decide it's time to work outside last weekend it cools off and rains all stinking weekend; hopefully the yard gets some attention this weekend...I inherited my grandparents house when my Granny passed away last January and my Granny loved flowers, I think there are about 100 flower beds in this yard that I have to weed...maybe 100 is exaggerating but for real there are 7 flower beds plus all the bushes & trees she had planted all around the 2 acreas, and with the remodeling we did on the house last year they haven't had any attention since the spring before...I have lots of pruning and weeding to do...<br /><br />so I want to spend some time working in my yard but what does everybody else want me to do...let's see...hubby had surgery to repair a torn tendon on the 5th, surgery went well he's in a cast now but that limits him some, he's hard headed and still thinks he can do whatever he wants (that's what tore the tendon in the first place)...Chelsey is playing soccer 6 days a week...Relay for Life is just around the corner so we have to start fundraising and go to meetings...2 of my nephews are on the high school baseball team and they (and Chelsey & Jenna) think I have to be at every game...next month Jenna starts softball and guess who couldn't say "NO" when asked to coach; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yeap</span> me!...hubby sold his old shop and the guy is moving it on the 28<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> and I have been storing stuff in it since we moved so now I have to have all my stuff out by the 27<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span>...I JUST WANT TO WORK IN MY YARD!<br /><br />I did win Preppy 101's 200th post give away...YEAH ME! I never win anything but that was the 2nd blog give away that I've won...maybe I should go buy a lottery ticket...<br /><br />anyways, I hope you all are enjoying your March!Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-7109949451960651522009-03-12T09:24:00.001-04:002009-03-12T09:26:40.707-04:00Happy 200 Preppy 101Preppy 101 over @ <a href="http://southernandpreppy.blogspot.com/">http://southernandpreppy.blogspot.com/</a> is having a 200 posts give away<br /><br />go check it out <a href="http://southernandpreppy.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-200-posts-to-me-time-for-giveaway.html">http://southernandpreppy.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-200-posts-to-me-time-for-giveaway.html</a>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-88715226593039143682009-03-11T11:52:00.004-04:002009-03-11T12:01:38.958-04:00proud soccer mom!<div>a few post ago I was telling you how proud I was of Chelsey for making the middle school soccer team as a 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> grader...well now I'm telling you how proud I am of Chelsey for not only making the soccer team as a 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> grader but for being a starter for the middle school soccer team as a 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> grader. Chelsey started and played the entire game, I was so proud! It just goes to show you that no matter what stands against you if you give it your all you will succeed...they had their first two games last week and won them both...<strong>WAY TO GO EAGLES & CHELSEY!</strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">here's a picture from the 1st game</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311960689976973330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZSpB4AtuN3VntKRKCwxfZzd417NIXXGPqBNNDRsQfcP7He94nCQ_4fGZ2rCjfh7f28XGyN3yIwGuEE-TT0FArTxANjYg6Hjd17xSMrttras2RYwlm0k-bPtIZ-MYUzW6_JH9sHxI2Zc/s320/Chelsey+Soccer+Game+3-6-09+009.jpg" border="0" /></div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-15550074953955347212009-03-11T08:03:00.005-04:002009-03-11T08:25:55.843-04:003/11 Outdoor Wednesday<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9r9PXsZfsRxomq33-mggtAO9ZFWePUMlreh9zFuV4nGR7e-6dM6uVjljxblklcMPk2T59J8wFhcAl2R9X2m_-dAtLwr2oxCNkJfvdxgVyQvfzsldcCND0Li2_WuWKbMbaH3hohHRpl5Q/s1600-h/OutdoorWednesdaylogo6.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311902113037980114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9r9PXsZfsRxomq33-mggtAO9ZFWePUMlreh9zFuV4nGR7e-6dM6uVjljxblklcMPk2T59J8wFhcAl2R9X2m_-dAtLwr2oxCNkJfvdxgVyQvfzsldcCND0Li2_WuWKbMbaH3hohHRpl5Q/s320/OutdoorWednesdaylogo6.png" border="0" /></a>It's Wednesday so time to take a trip outside...get over to Susan's at <a href="http://asoutherndaydreamer.blogspot.com/">http://asoutherndaydreamer.blogspot.com/</a> and check out all the other outdoor post...thank you Susan for organizing this for us</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">since I'm so ready for summer and a nice trip to the beach I'm going to share some pictures from the weekend getaway that the hubby and I took to Amelia Island in June 2008</div><div align="left"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9jeLzmKP-rAE8B4Lb8MGRI4G-aZqOtuLFMeq7csuUHso3naCpnyv0EOcndvjnjWUKX9q_6AHwbpytB3GnB89OezcndbY0fFpNcu6GmF5Yhm3AA6YNQeelVaGIq6lWvtRxPpgbRLiTHI/s1600-h/04+the+view+from+our+room.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311901682150766306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz9jeLzmKP-rAE8B4Lb8MGRI4G-aZqOtuLFMeq7csuUHso3naCpnyv0EOcndvjnjWUKX9q_6AHwbpytB3GnB89OezcndbY0fFpNcu6GmF5Yhm3AA6YNQeelVaGIq6lWvtRxPpgbRLiTHI/s320/04+the+view+from+our+room.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>the view from our room </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7PYHHApeRMRrI27SytFmv9eGN4F4rz0tNDsr8Zd-ZzzcObeOJkPH6IRl98XF9X83rRq5r-eZmAHT6NwG3WEzjgPLIXuv73AMC5vfjE7RrSqdQqCBUtdLOzkm0YAjwW-cMfdGvjRSLZNU/s1600-h/11+missed+it+yet+again.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311901678397258514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7PYHHApeRMRrI27SytFmv9eGN4F4rz0tNDsr8Zd-ZzzcObeOJkPH6IRl98XF9X83rRq5r-eZmAHT6NwG3WEzjgPLIXuv73AMC5vfjE7RrSqdQqCBUtdLOzkm0YAjwW-cMfdGvjRSLZNU/s320/11+missed+it+yet+again.jpg" border="0" /></a> we took a river cruise and the dolphins were jumping all around us but my camera was too slow to get the picture of the dolphin but this is still beautiful</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqq33NNuJkQyzI20kJAn_VJeIplQ89VJoYUv8OzNA5uFK_qAqyhoutFik7NJqwltxEuOHXCXtVp3pbb0d2mZyGfP2kWbqrYYoNYsd9hmo1Nv7ERG73AfeYrJ4KSsCZbTABXEXgSvXp5sw/s1600-h/08+the+sunset+on+the+river.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311901676988723138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqq33NNuJkQyzI20kJAn_VJeIplQ89VJoYUv8OzNA5uFK_qAqyhoutFik7NJqwltxEuOHXCXtVp3pbb0d2mZyGfP2kWbqrYYoNYsd9hmo1Nv7ERG73AfeYrJ4KSsCZbTABXEXgSvXp5sw/s320/08+the+sunset+on+the+river.jpg" border="0" /></a> this is another view from our river cruise</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311901667828765234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKiw4kj9hzJSU4FuMj4cSkeC3LmLMekWMyi5qkHLVd0u5HbiW4lmfkh75inmnRAuBlpaF8Dic3y1E75PGB7iqvVdADZ0BFeMUKDo6HvFxizAU9QSvtZUDuI1-eaEvCZRaMQjLVa4heGDQ/s320/02+hawk+on+rail.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center">this was walking to the beach; there's a hawk sitting on the rail<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgds2VgEUnryETQQcVAc1tQulF0ANxADNnnHQhY8BUSEuUVYtNHVvQxGCpvOzYai74AjDx6qZUOzC9n9f7zGKSbAu3FENlmJYnCNXjz1xy07GDJyBlHiddhg4CbcSsHUCwafya7X-pGM28/s1600-h/03+Amelia+Island+6+2008+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311901674887308930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgds2VgEUnryETQQcVAc1tQulF0ANxADNnnHQhY8BUSEuUVYtNHVvQxGCpvOzYai74AjDx6qZUOzC9n9f7zGKSbAu3FENlmJYnCNXjz1xy07GDJyBlHiddhg4CbcSsHUCwafya7X-pGM28/s320/03+Amelia+Island+6+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> the beach! what more can I say?<br /><br /><br /><br />hope you all have a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wonderful</span> Wednesday!<br /><br /></div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-1787963693713778152009-03-07T01:19:00.000-05:002009-03-07T01:19:01.616-05:00HAPPY PINK SATURDAY<div align="left"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>Happy Pink Saturday!!!</strong></span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">sorry if this "<strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Pink Saturday</span></strong>" post is cheesey but my hubby had surgery on Thursday and I've been taking care of him</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Be sure to check out all the other <strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">pinks</span></strong> at Beverly's <a href="http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/">http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/</a> ...thanks Beverly!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I got this email saying I've been <span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>pinked</strong></span> so here goes...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Hello, Pretty Lady!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">You've been hit. You've been considered one of the 10 prettiest ladies with a kind, warm and loving heart. Once you have been hit, you have to hit 10 pretty ladies with kind, warm and loving hearts. If you get hit again you know you're really pretty and kind.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">SEND THIS TO PRETTY LADIES, TO BRIGHTEN THEIR DAY, INCLUDING THE ONE WHO SENT IT TO YOU! REMIND LADIES TO BE INFORMED, AWARE AND BE CHECKED FOR THEIR HEALTH'S SAKE. TELL THEM THAT NO ONE WANTS TO LOSE THEM - AFTER ALL, THEY ARE PRETTY LADIES WITH KIND, WARM LOVING HEARTS...</div><div align="left"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309770281219238450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZAmpL2xo2l3zdhpne-T986erO6Lx0FSYovPwqFiHN5coO3_UhF7Es7_39_ePjkNXzXcYS441TYe2LA2K3tvdVbenYQ1owH4KZcBcZYwNh2JQXtvf2fB9oTJiV0XSEfvvay4IA_9FbHg/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">In honor of anyone you know that has been struck by breast cancer</p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309770286704358802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpyYMUql8lXtSit79NqN3-49pER1kkAr352XDTfbLCxCMEOITAYaaAnltRJuvsMJqUFVvluq0tqBIH3LVP6fVurUpVSRk7rjOmNR42MQHv4bZ1bjBcVVWIyUlr16c-wdOSSBCKZQ27pA/s320/image002.gif" border="0" /></div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-18481744256789867302009-03-04T08:02:00.002-05:002009-03-04T08:17:45.698-05:0050th post give away winners<div align="center">I had a give away for my 5oth post...some of my favorite things; chocolates, candles, lotions and notepad for the fridge...my nephew Brandon was suppose to draw but then my girls got mad so we have 3 winners...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVBR_bdqG0eXEt-djdM4aBl1U0jD8-IewWPOl4871T5I2kPoxkGdFF1Xi_VxkYJ9EPELKt_mcyBPWA8zjpdFdwOlAIps5vNzaxMbuoFFnl1kDGYW26xJj4ESl5ew-U8TSon6ewtaql-zM/s1600-h/f+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309318568843277282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVBR_bdqG0eXEt-djdM4aBl1U0jD8-IewWPOl4871T5I2kPoxkGdFF1Xi_VxkYJ9EPELKt_mcyBPWA8zjpdFdwOlAIps5vNzaxMbuoFFnl1kDGYW26xJj4ESl5ew-U8TSon6ewtaql-zM/s320/f+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> here's all the names in the basket</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPoyBKE6nlH6NiC2Fy6jvBfXQ_4mmjv2S4KRERtL09wiuQlK6n2jiW5kCJWI9uHyrQlya18nztHzGHfTNfDTx4ijZoJ-AqUGgavON_xDXruPBW7f0vki72ZHCeYE9yAcujpquq80b44c/s1600-h/f+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309318567443588754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPoyBKE6nlH6NiC2Fy6jvBfXQ_4mmjv2S4KRERtL09wiuQlK6n2jiW5kCJWI9uHyrQlya18nztHzGHfTNfDTx4ijZoJ-AqUGgavON_xDXruPBW7f0vki72ZHCeYE9yAcujpquq80b44c/s320/f+003.jpg" border="0" /></a>Brandon drawing his name (his eyes are closed)...</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvqP3lKdhf2TD5chSDUNe48FkeUF_w8ABeUR68-XtCqqTHKJj2_ZgzqRNnrXNuBPF7V6_LeUYhMHybTy9PyoaEQIsxxHYy8QzhGYcWOEXQHws7voMRKRXTMpy3cx5zfhvf79v_6CNVCA/s1600-h/f+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309318239519947122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwvqP3lKdhf2TD5chSDUNe48FkeUF_w8ABeUR68-XtCqqTHKJj2_ZgzqRNnrXNuBPF7V6_LeUYhMHybTy9PyoaEQIsxxHYy8QzhGYcWOEXQHws7voMRKRXTMpy3cx5zfhvf79v_6CNVCA/s320/f+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lisa at <a href="http://typicaldaytoday.blogspot.com/">http://typicaldaytoday.blogspot.com/</a> can thank Brandon<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9R6nW8DJ5DjTaiKdxzYfjNO1m5TJ9qO-0Y1PX_AU-oQY2hntjBQzRt1UqTSfcfQr5Q4kH7yzPnfy9q7pWcZcQfWbRkV1cID3J6UTaVWxdtcnVJa3MErdwZaT8CUwX3ePZFGB7PVD4bCU/s1600-h/f+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309318235341900978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9R6nW8DJ5DjTaiKdxzYfjNO1m5TJ9qO-0Y1PX_AU-oQY2hntjBQzRt1UqTSfcfQr5Q4kH7yzPnfy9q7pWcZcQfWbRkV1cID3J6UTaVWxdtcnVJa3MErdwZaT8CUwX3ePZFGB7PVD4bCU/s320/f+006.jpg" border="0" /></a>Jenna drawing her name (her eyes are closed too)...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQEYySsPSfkjPANv74ngK5DV95Ic4aEFFudNuONb_UZSbKPepRfvlYAwPP6R3cgkFNY8U1nzQKJS94TTiQoZndwLkrpu2sKMvXjiw0e6yLerS3pNIBngz99FWZ77Ut9-uf9JWw_3gXf0/s1600-h/f+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309318238497204738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQEYySsPSfkjPANv74ngK5DV95Ic4aEFFudNuONb_UZSbKPepRfvlYAwPP6R3cgkFNY8U1nzQKJS94TTiQoZndwLkrpu2sKMvXjiw0e6yLerS3pNIBngz99FWZ77Ut9-uf9JWw_3gXf0/s320/f+010.jpg" border="0" /></a> my real life friend Tracy who got me into blogging at <a href="http://barbourbunch.blogspot.com/">http://barbourbunch.blogspot.com/</a> can thank Jenna<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xpYeNdXa7cGiVer9prDCKMqQrfiaHSdQjN2fr3xINC-5Gbo3LW6rO_SZuuPxV2iHZPjSTHDLIDca2Jw5AvP7SPGj6z200A20vr078F2xZrik7AxB57n-p9vg3JyICaBS_io-O4mBdk0/s1600-h/f+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309318231025816818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xpYeNdXa7cGiVer9prDCKMqQrfiaHSdQjN2fr3xINC-5Gbo3LW6rO_SZuuPxV2iHZPjSTHDLIDca2Jw5AvP7SPGj6z200A20vr078F2xZrik7AxB57n-p9vg3JyICaBS_io-O4mBdk0/s320/f+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> Chelsey drawing her name (and yes her eyes are closed too)...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-I0s1czRgIUaqKeAczkEw_N5x8FjX-1RnYM-uiAbRfIvPXgFWi72bHE7p-_wnX6DrPjulf5cie7KRA8lfhyphenhyphenWCHHrjNmiiBgCZ3PWm7_b72D8ETsZD7wljhNYdlmckhPc5h7F-FoDHDD4/s1600-h/f+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309318229464618498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-I0s1czRgIUaqKeAczkEw_N5x8FjX-1RnYM-uiAbRfIvPXgFWi72bHE7p-_wnX6DrPjulf5cie7KRA8lfhyphenhyphenWCHHrjNmiiBgCZ3PWm7_b72D8ETsZD7wljhNYdlmckhPc5h7F-FoDHDD4/s320/f+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> another real life friend Sherrie at <a href="http://childresshousehold.blogspot.com/">http://childresshousehold.blogspot.com/</a> can thank Chelsey<br /></div><div><strong>CONGRATS TO ALL 3 WINNERS!</strong></div><div> </div><div>and THANKS for playing</div></div></div></div><br /></div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-29719013408238051822009-03-04T06:48:00.003-05:002009-03-04T07:22:28.754-05:00Outdoor Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH22Pioq-S6vDkOYGJFcfZUEk2tXPaAqn5TA3g2ReWVjweLki-vQg9n2hdoNuGC5PGlA2LImX8r0jBgIKb1F4j-LHFCaNBOdK58kZbEjtBrntoTbtuu5nSMo1CezTaKRiTzhRfoe5pc-I/s1600-h/OutdoorWednesdaylogo5.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309306810249079938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH22Pioq-S6vDkOYGJFcfZUEk2tXPaAqn5TA3g2ReWVjweLki-vQg9n2hdoNuGC5PGlA2LImX8r0jBgIKb1F4j-LHFCaNBOdK58kZbEjtBrntoTbtuu5nSMo1CezTaKRiTzhRfoe5pc-I/s320/OutdoorWednesdaylogo5.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I love being outside!<br /><br />I live on a farm, back in 1940 my Grandaddy bought 100 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">acres</span> of land so that all his family could live together...today most of us do live on that 100 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">acres</span>...60 of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">acres</span> still have cows on it which is on 2 sides of my 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">acres</span>...I have cows beside and behind me, the cows are hiding in these pictures<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vti21yp7Tj_9vUGfjDoc7A3Vf7ibo0YV4uO7Pg1QQCred8UiKkpC9Co1M0TG4fMy4aJgIo4-JbOvyW-8nQon2ezNioKq6UVLxlESES6v11mAtzymc3I7OnqFIiFS9CtOfOXbOy0DcpY/s1600-h/2282009+birds+playing+01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308665383136467938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vti21yp7Tj_9vUGfjDoc7A3Vf7ibo0YV4uO7Pg1QQCred8UiKkpC9Co1M0TG4fMy4aJgIo4-JbOvyW-8nQon2ezNioKq6UVLxlESES6v11mAtzymc3I7OnqFIiFS9CtOfOXbOy0DcpY/s320/2282009+birds+playing+01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />this picture was taken February 28, 2009 of the birds playing in the water puddles in my yard<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGIcgzS6XrT4Df2Mybl7brVl2SnKILecvO1h6XulxkFy9HE2q67nBuGvifaXC6BNf4LwxUGCSEasT0cijPaBSu3kaOklTdepIdQthoo9ef9IYE1vzcQqsxOivmgRsgR3k5zCcTCTrLmg/s1600-h/312009+snow+15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308665305465730146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGIcgzS6XrT4Df2Mybl7brVl2SnKILecvO1h6XulxkFy9HE2q67nBuGvifaXC6BNf4LwxUGCSEasT0cijPaBSu3kaOklTdepIdQthoo9ef9IYE1vzcQqsxOivmgRsgR3k5zCcTCTrLmg/s320/312009+snow+15.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>this picture was taken the next day, March 1, 2009 from about the same spot on my porch of the beautiful snow covering the barn, trees and pasture<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVMW6vqpLw4AHZXDK8g_36zJklR_YJECeiutGLpx_ajTvT9FV4_S7jIGTfB4r4xpJV016Wpz1JtocP8QomNS7mWHZ69lMeI3lcdECfyO7qIhEvc25nqQrKM7J1Z-WtWsvvtgixa9z7dc/s1600-h/312009+snow+07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308665370823972050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVMW6vqpLw4AHZXDK8g_36zJklR_YJECeiutGLpx_ajTvT9FV4_S7jIGTfB4r4xpJV016Wpz1JtocP8QomNS7mWHZ69lMeI3lcdECfyO7qIhEvc25nqQrKM7J1Z-WtWsvvtgixa9z7dc/s320/312009+snow+07.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>this is from my front porch of the snow falling on the magnolia tree</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I think snow is beautiful but I'm glad we don't get it that often</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>for more beautiful "Outdoor Wednesday" posts go see Susan at <a href="http://asoutherndaydreamer.blogspot.com/">http://asoutherndaydreamer.blogspot.com/</a></div></div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-71310549329247788842009-03-03T13:46:00.004-05:002009-03-03T14:00:40.116-05:00American Cancer Society's Relay for LifeI'm a huge supporter of the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life...here's a link to a post I did last month about why<br /><a href="http://thegatormom.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever-felt-helpless.html">http://thegatormom.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-you-ever-felt-helpless.html</a><br /><br /><br />I'm also a Tastefully Simple Independent Consultant and all proceeds I make from now until our Relay on April 24/25 I'm donating to the American Cancer Society...so if you need some Tastefully Simple goodies check out my website <a href="http://www.tastefullysimple.com/web/krussell">http://www.tastefullysimple.com/web/krussell</a> place an order and support the American Cancer Society all at the same time<br /><br /><br />if you would like to just make a donation and be entered in a drawing which will take place on April 27<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> you can make an online donation on my Relay page at <a href="http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RFLFY09SA?px=3343132&pg=personal&fr_id=12844">http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RFLFY09SA?px=3343132&pg=personal&fr_id=12844</a> each $5 donated is 1 entry in the drawing for a Bath & Body Works gift basketKristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-79050247789304997952009-03-02T10:59:00.001-05:002009-03-02T11:01:09.609-05:00ConcentrateTo get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.<br /><br />When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better. <br /><br />Concentrate on this sentence...<br /><strong>The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.</strong>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-66560042877427416332009-03-02T06:24:00.005-05:002009-03-02T14:10:27.276-05:00well, it snowedwell it snowed yesterday, it snowed a pretty good bit for this area...stuck for a little while but it's all gone now...the girls loved it, well Chelsey did Jenna thought it was too cold (I agree with Jenna)...all the schools around here closed for today, well all of them except 3 and yes my girls go to one of the three that didn't close so they were not very happy about that when they went to bed last night and I'm sure they are not going to be happy when I wake them up in a few minutes <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FwZAQLjrTc_uNcUc69vtgHTORdbJFm7U6-6v70cbh1kwV9hdpJAIZBPF6cXyhipxU4nhq_-r28Vr54fXRYtTSS3Ax2bZeshqXiZ500ITbmD7xVGOYzkZ5hfbyCMNwkRvTDucwhRgxTk/s1600-h/snow+31+2009+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308551218480744242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FwZAQLjrTc_uNcUc69vtgHTORdbJFm7U6-6v70cbh1kwV9hdpJAIZBPF6cXyhipxU4nhq_-r28Vr54fXRYtTSS3Ax2bZeshqXiZ500ITbmD7xVGOYzkZ5hfbyCMNwkRvTDucwhRgxTk/s320/snow+31+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>my nephew Taylor, Chelsey & Jenna</div><div></div><div>more pictures to come</div><div></div><div>happy monday!</div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-27070888692310931052009-03-01T11:26:00.002-05:002009-03-02T14:09:57.863-05:00it's snowing!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNcD26DpLq7NwjtvDokeu2g5zQVz2-MucCUwFnxn7GVCvjQAYF4l-JrON1Lp9pTrE_AlVaxwxXLo0rFaPsPU13_ddLFQkrraR_xm9RaNSs3esScJYkVLPNC-DD4yC5JWCR5Ti74csZyg/s1600-h/312009+snow+10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308257509632445730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmNcD26DpLq7NwjtvDokeu2g5zQVz2-MucCUwFnxn7GVCvjQAYF4l-JrON1Lp9pTrE_AlVaxwxXLo0rFaPsPU13_ddLFQkrraR_xm9RaNSs3esScJYkVLPNC-DD4yC5JWCR5Ti74csZyg/s320/312009+snow+10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5fQBmHo-tP4xnOPYSBA60UYE5RFGfouOf-qr-4xftadyLnv7ETSQ7JBfrmsb3Jo4w8Emxyb8m9kJHngAZ4YAthHx9v-WuBaX6BAiOSU4o2dxGD-t_hGW0AjwnbLot0C4Wmy27GAFtmVY/s1600-h/312009+snow+07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308257500869251586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5fQBmHo-tP4xnOPYSBA60UYE5RFGfouOf-qr-4xftadyLnv7ETSQ7JBfrmsb3Jo4w8Emxyb8m9kJHngAZ4YAthHx9v-WuBaX6BAiOSU4o2dxGD-t_hGW0AjwnbLot0C4Wmy27GAFtmVY/s320/312009+snow+07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>this is very rare down here in Middle Georgia</div></div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-35858475833580569702009-03-01T09:23:00.003-05:002009-03-01T09:33:51.005-05:00crazy weathercan you believe we have been having beautiful spring like weather in the high 60s and low 70s for the past couple of weeks, my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">daffodils</span> are blooming and today we are suppose to get <strong>SNOW</strong>!? and back down to freezing temps at night...next weekend we are suppose to be back in the 70s...crazy I tell you, just crazy!<br /><br />I live in Middle Georiga, it does<strong> NOT</strong> snow here very often...so this will make all the children very happy (my youngest daughter should be thilled, she asked for snow for Christmas)...if there is enough snow for pictures I'll be sure to share them with you later in the week<br /><br />happy Sunday!Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-51675550836951944162009-02-28T00:50:00.000-05:002009-02-28T00:50:00.891-05:00Happy Pink Saturdayit's time for another "<span style="color:#ff99ff;">Pink Saturday</span>"...be sure to go by and check out Beverly at <a href="http://www.howsweetthesound.typepad.com/">http://www.howsweetthesound.typepad.com/</a> to see more of the <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span> stuff<br /><br />last week (my 1st "<span style="color:#ff99ff;">Pi</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nk</span> Saturday</span>") I told you that I really wasn't a <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span> person, well after looking for something <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span> all week I now know without a doubt I am not a <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span> person...I have nothing in this house that belongs to me that is <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span><br /><br />first we have this clown that my Granny won somewhere and gave to Chelsey...it kinda looks like a scarecrow but he's cute I guess...he has brick for a body so he sits up straight<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUOvvgh7FJK9ebo5Z2k_GwfWg61bOcZV98VU7ksDdag-TYCyzXjoUF1gwvyF3SOWysnXAgaMbdkcuSd36XataBw0d6sqiuJUoS2CrFLk-QpSkBpT4tLcO-FLEcF3APhOWRdJfX_7F92Q/s1600-h/g+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307590514599638258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUOvvgh7FJK9ebo5Z2k_GwfWg61bOcZV98VU7ksDdag-TYCyzXjoUF1gwvyF3SOWysnXAgaMbdkcuSd36XataBw0d6sqiuJUoS2CrFLk-QpSkBpT4tLcO-FLEcF3APhOWRdJfX_7F92Q/s320/g+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>second we have a beautiful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">porcelain</span> doll my Granny gave Jenna...she has a pretty, long, <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span> dress on with white ruffles and lace...she's pretty old but I'm not sure how old<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdlHANCoxL5rvq8gaxU-9JcYYoEz-g_g8QYKc8HmH0-_OUIfNAlsBRhjHBdZhf-A58aeZI9aT_MNleTh7fXLywbPZlkNACdz0h8pxs4F1nyEhZGJ8ZAmsNLWx9YjhQSYOolAoqUvOaeI/s1600-h/g+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307590507486744242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdlHANCoxL5rvq8gaxU-9JcYYoEz-g_g8QYKc8HmH0-_OUIfNAlsBRhjHBdZhf-A58aeZI9aT_MNleTh7fXLywbPZlkNACdz0h8pxs4F1nyEhZGJ8ZAmsNLWx9YjhQSYOolAoqUvOaeI/s320/g+001.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>or third we could just use Chelsey's <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span> room...I <strong>NEVER</strong> thought Chelsey would want a <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span> room but the older she gets the more <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span> she becomes...I guess she's now figuring out it doesn't have to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">girly</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2b6EIJEepp8oXHvOAcG1y-VMAVF-mKYA_jkLsmZBo2lGZnMAWvEcLAZwo8NaFs8tB9QJ32_3XsA2Icz141Mt3uKLKky_eCGal9jos1R81xqpmjF0Z8nwe0-8Rfi5GjbGwTMnimtmcQwU/s1600-h/g+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307590519641778754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2b6EIJEepp8oXHvOAcG1y-VMAVF-mKYA_jkLsmZBo2lGZnMAWvEcLAZwo8NaFs8tB9QJ32_3XsA2Icz141Mt3uKLKky_eCGal9jos1R81xqpmjF0Z8nwe0-8Rfi5GjbGwTMnimtmcQwU/s320/g+003.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>both the clown and doll picture was taken on Chelsey's <span style="color:#ff99ff;">pink</span> polka dot bed<br /><br /><br />be sure to check out my 50<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span></span> post give away <a href="http://thegatormom.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-50th-postgive-away.html">http://thegatormom.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-50th-postgive-away.html</a></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">HAPPY PINK SATURDAY!</span></strong></div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-62996674502231237362009-02-27T21:46:00.001-05:002009-02-28T08:58:17.369-05:00some of my favorite thingsI blog about my Granny alot but she was an important part of my life and I have lots of specials memories I want to share...today I'm going to share some my favorite things of her's that I got when she passed away<br /><br />I've always loved these plates, I guess I'm a fruity person...these plates where given to my Granny & Grandaddy for Christmas 1964 from my Grandaddy's brother and sister in law...to be that old they are still in pretty good condition...I have them hanging in my dinning room<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fF0KF0V8EmEv66iazCj4NUBh0Xv5OLVUD68s-3ee_buv40nmVbPy4It4iFjRbIFrarrNZsuelmdU8fZeIL0jC7eHOVxM_MXverMjAM1VmrMzG05Q591XWIeuuPHOB2L2p1IAYRkahhg/s1600-h/g+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307598282067896706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fF0KF0V8EmEv66iazCj4NUBh0Xv5OLVUD68s-3ee_buv40nmVbPy4It4iFjRbIFrarrNZsuelmdU8fZeIL0jC7eHOVxM_MXverMjAM1VmrMzG05Q591XWIeuuPHOB2L2p1IAYRkahhg/s320/g+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />also hanging in my dinning room is this painting of more fruit...not sure where it came from or how old it is but I've always liked it<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHfgxcDiaUA_t4-IgX-XVXdnkti7UIZU46ESPIOXis8HzM9Q16SeB77XfNqbCcAeRhOFXzq1pbbh85ChJzq9Hk44mk3Zp6uD3LBqddsI2Jm4z3OfUinXjyS09HauatHkIQ5ZEwiPe5aCo/s1600-h/g+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307598262687351106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHfgxcDiaUA_t4-IgX-XVXdnkti7UIZU46ESPIOXis8HzM9Q16SeB77XfNqbCcAeRhOFXzq1pbbh85ChJzq9Hk44mk3Zp6uD3LBqddsI2Jm4z3OfUinXjyS09HauatHkIQ5ZEwiPe5aCo/s320/g+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />this mirrow is haning in my kitchen (as you can see in the reflection)...I had never seen this before until we were remodeling (if you're new here and don't know, I got my Granny's house) and tore out one of the closets and it was stuck in the very back...I think it's pretty awesome<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsxQfJWANzQNc7a_QKh2BNj63Tucvs5LLhGAfHu-366_d4Z5v9S42aT6E_jMxT8Hkd7xIt5H3wshTTQ7rxQV0frA8PXK366ODG9mbLg6JjAD25-jlqjMVlMNLXWWQA62zsudqiRfzGjk/s1600-h/g+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307598248552522562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsxQfJWANzQNc7a_QKh2BNj63Tucvs5LLhGAfHu-366_d4Z5v9S42aT6E_jMxT8Hkd7xIt5H3wshTTQ7rxQV0frA8PXK366ODG9mbLg6JjAD25-jlqjMVlMNLXWWQA62zsudqiRfzGjk/s320/g+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />this painting is hanging in our bedroom...it's the "Mill Stream" by Robert Wood<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkF4sv6k4C7Z9l7MiVrF6enOT1RIl6Khp3SFbjQw1vjXwk2mV-uj3tHCaZvdROm-bGaI2oVkO16YdrBzGO8E699Sm4U4nlNbfXuGpX_L5_hEYhmRNDbq2JYuyxEy9DeWeD7djudo3xiY/s1600-h/g+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307598240554000130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkF4sv6k4C7Z9l7MiVrF6enOT1RIl6Khp3SFbjQw1vjXwk2mV-uj3tHCaZvdROm-bGaI2oVkO16YdrBzGO8E699Sm4U4nlNbfXuGpX_L5_hEYhmRNDbq2JYuyxEy9DeWeD7djudo3xiY/s320/g+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Chelsey and Jenna both wanted this mirror with the "Lord's Prayer" on it so to avoid an argument it is hanging in the office<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZli-TQHfJwhVZuqfYnjtaRy1H9_jDxj9NZGFOkpKdQhtWmuXB48MU7YEim9ZPy-E7MRI7gt8ll9Y9GbDJnr9i6beMc3gt8TAxh_In6gPnI7ZUJrP8WOiFlN0LVrpPSbfzghynQjnFJOY/s1600-h/g+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307598196020664002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZli-TQHfJwhVZuqfYnjtaRy1H9_jDxj9NZGFOkpKdQhtWmuXB48MU7YEim9ZPy-E7MRI7gt8ll9Y9GbDJnr9i6beMc3gt8TAxh_In6gPnI7ZUJrP8WOiFlN0LVrpPSbfzghynQjnFJOY/s320/g+030.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div></div><div>these are a few of my favorites that belonged to my Granny</div><br /><div></div><div>hope you have a great weekend!</div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-75117052532882600532009-02-27T16:36:00.003-05:002009-02-27T16:46:28.948-05:00where did they come from!the girls are gone to Florida for the weekend to see their Granny (my mother-in-law) so I decided this morning that I would clean their rooms...I go in Jenna's room and it really is a disaster area but I clean, make her bed, sweep, dust, etc...she has these 5 <strong>BIG </strong>stuffed animals (they are tv pillows) under her bed and I look on the top bunch...OMG! where did all these things come from? her top bunch is packed from head to toe with stuffed animals...I'm glad nobody has to sleep up there<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0f1cOx5fW8x9WhUvoEdrsRx0Yw_SrNxNHwyEyzlTIC0-1z63_vokJefaz3TZCQbMg4eUUoauYHNDOLiuN1LHigXX0XcyxWzxr1-urGxYgrS2ybNVxFAv_YNxwpJYz1mrtLe7jgROPIHY/s1600-h/g+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307595279621143970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0f1cOx5fW8x9WhUvoEdrsRx0Yw_SrNxNHwyEyzlTIC0-1z63_vokJefaz3TZCQbMg4eUUoauYHNDOLiuN1LHigXX0XcyxWzxr1-urGxYgrS2ybNVxFAv_YNxwpJYz1mrtLe7jgROPIHY/s320/g+013.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQSZHM5na05En6DB-dN9mPRLjpuEkOcR80jsJH6SAkdLtOxxOWNhawPE4Uzz6x9wXK0OPblUlftoI3141vLco9YoI5B2g-rhjJzSHdlynILatp3sTDh2H7IgA1vJ43ehEzQnd-2zNiFUA/s1600-h/g+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307595272077768722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQSZHM5na05En6DB-dN9mPRLjpuEkOcR80jsJH6SAkdLtOxxOWNhawPE4Uzz6x9wXK0OPblUlftoI3141vLco9YoI5B2g-rhjJzSHdlynILatp3sTDh2H7IgA1vJ43ehEzQnd-2zNiFUA/s320/g+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSU1yYYOFod9uvdq-vk1F8aFex2ZJl3eQcnOkYo7DIJAeehurBT-oImA-FF-ijuS8g_spg2OacNM5lXT7vUqKeN8-9r8dTdgzoEc8DE5FT_oM8o7AatXW_pdOFxVmbjELpiYcI-5ftphM/s1600-h/g+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307595268521120754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSU1yYYOFod9uvdq-vk1F8aFex2ZJl3eQcnOkYo7DIJAeehurBT-oImA-FF-ijuS8g_spg2OacNM5lXT7vUqKeN8-9r8dTdgzoEc8DE5FT_oM8o7AatXW_pdOFxVmbjELpiYcI-5ftphM/s320/g+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-40662457027065063172009-02-27T12:29:00.002-05:002009-02-27T12:35:09.442-05:00five simple rules to be happyA 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.<br />As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.<br />"I love it," he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.<br />"Mr. Jones, you haven't seen the room; just wait."<br />"That doesn't have anything to do with it," he replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged .. it's how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away. Just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories!"<br /><br />five simple rules to be happy:<br />1. Free your heart from hatred.<br />2. Free your mind from worries.<br />3. Live simply.<br />4. Give more.<br />5. Expect less.Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-11235530482263899832009-02-25T11:09:00.002-05:002009-02-25T11:20:42.355-05:00what are you giving up for Lent?Why do some Christians give up things for Lent?<br />answered by: Rev. Jonathon Jenson<br /><br />Lent is a season of preparation for Christ's passion on the cross and for the resurrection celebrated at Easter. The early Christians observed this season of 40 days plus Sundays with a time of penitence and fasting. The 40 days are a reminder of Jesus' 40 days in the wilderness in preparation for his public ministry.<br />Lent is the most introspective of the church seasons, and in modern times the foci are on self-examination and repentance; prayer, fasting and self-denial; and meditation on the Holy Scriptures. All of these devotional practices, including giving up something, are to help us prepare for Easter.<br />The practice of fasting or self-denial often receives the most attention. To better prepare, we abstain from something: Alcohol, meat or chocolate are simple pleasures that many people often give up as a Lenten discipline. Giving up peas for me would be no sacrifice; I hate peas. The sacrifice should be something that produces a noticeable absence.<br />The theological basis for this is simple: Every time we want what we have given up, we are reminded of what Christ gave up for us. Christ gave his life. While our sacrifice pales in comparison, it serves as a frequent reminder of God's overwhelming and complete love for each of us in our season of preparation for the resurrection.<br /><br /><br /><br />so what are you giving up? <br /><br />I love my Coke...the drink not the drug...so this Lent I'm giving up my Coke and all soft drinks<br /><br />GOOD LUCK!Kristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2783358531727569993.post-6293078085702129422009-02-23T21:19:00.001-05:002009-02-23T21:22:23.041-05:00just a remindersince this wasn't getting much attention I'm reposting...<br /><br /><br />WOW, I never thought I would get here!!! I know, it's only 50 but I started this blogging thing just because my good friend Tracy over at <a href="http://barbourbunch.blogspot.com/">http://barbourbunch.blogspot.com/</a> wanted me to...like I don't have enough distractions keeping me from what I really need to be doing? anyway it has taken me since September to get to here but I have to say since December I've been doing pretty good with posting on a some what regular basis<br /><br />in honor of my 50th post I'm having another give away...some of my favorite things...chocolates, lotions, candles and who knows what else I'll throw in there<br /><br />here's how to enter:<br />1...posting a comment gets you 1 entry<br />2...following me gets you another 2 entries (if you already follow that's 2 for you too)<br />3...blogging about my give away (and let me know) gets you another 3 entries<br />4...if a new follower lets me know they are here because of you I'll give you another 1 entry<br /><br />if you do all the above you have 7 chances to win...good luck!<br /><br />my nephew Brady drew for my first give away which got me in trouble with his big brother Brandon so Brandon will draw for this one on March 2nd after schoolKristie Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09260428088000812684noreply@blogger.com8