tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88538365277979026972024-03-12T19:38:10.658-04:00And Then We Were 7Genesis 21:6 "God has brought me laughter."Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-57646454586674685012012-06-20T16:27:00.000-04:002012-06-20T16:27:01.272-04:00Another YearIt's been awhile since I carved out posting time. We've wrapped up our first homeschooling year and are making plans for next year. We're doing school together with the Lynn family so taht we can work together, share info, and tag team the kiddos. It's been great so far. This year, we'll have 2 more of my kiddos in "school", plus Baby Girl, who thinks she's a big kid. That will be 9 total kids that we are teaching. Sounds fun? Yep, mostly :)<br />
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This week and next, we'll be preparing for our 2012-2013 adventure. We've settled on curriculum and such and we are currently working on our schedule. Pray as we prepare. Sometimes I feel like I'm in WAY over my head. Other times, I just feel blessed beyond belief. Here's the lineup for this year:<br />
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My Father's World - Exploring Countries and Cultures - Bible/History/Science/ Reading<br />
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Math U See - ummm... Math, you see?<br />
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Ready? Set. Go!!!Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-90227254873007000432011-11-04T09:38:00.002-04:002011-11-04T09:39:38.731-04:00A Story of a Blessing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br />
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I've been messing around with storyboards, and I thought this one was cute. Isn't my family adorable. God is so good to me :)Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-24143862683972411292011-09-27T22:42:00.000-04:002011-09-27T22:47:25.769-04:00The Power of Yes<br />
Prince Charming and I spent this past weekend at an <a href="http://empoweredtoconnect.org/">Empowered To Connect Conference</a>. We've been drinking from the fire hydrant of wisdom of those who have gone before us. We left the conference feeling some sorrow over past choices when dealing with our kiddos. However we also left with a feeling of new-found hope. We were given new weapons for our arsenal to fight Satan against any foothold he has in our babies minds. So... things will be changing around our household. <br />
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According to <a href="http://empoweredtoconnect.org/about-us/">Dr Karyn Purvis</a> and a vast amount of research, one thing our kiddos are in need of is "yes." "Yes"s build trust. Trust helps them to not be afraid. Fear keeps them from sleeping at night. Fear makes them think that they can't learn their ABCs and their 123s. Fear makes them pee in their closets or dressers. Fear makes them change clothes several times a day for numerous reasons. Fear fills my bed with kiddos on stormy nights. Fear causes little ones to feel attacked and retaliate when someone brushes against them. Fear makes them terrified to take a bath, even though they begged for it. Fear makes them want to be picked up, put down, picked up, put down, picked up, put down.....<br />
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95 - sweet Granddaddy and Auntie to care for little ones while we're away<br />
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While cleaning out some boxes in our bedroom, Jason came across a yellow paper from a legal pad. Several years ago, I made a "bucket list" of things I'd like to do before I die. We were excited to see that I have some to check off my list. I've added a few things to the list, but for the most part, this is my list from way-back-when..<br />
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<input name="states" type="CHECKBOX" /> visit all 50 states (43 down, 7 to go)<br />
<input checked="" name="marry" type="CHECKBOX" /> marry my prince<br />
<input name="adopt" type="CHECKBOX" /> learn Arabic<br />
<input name="ride in a hot air balloon" type="CHECKBOX" /> see the Sphynx<br />
<input name="states" type="CHECKBOX" /> go inside a pyramid<br />
<input checked="" name="marry" type="CHECKBOX" /> name a baby<br />
<input checked="" name="adopt" type="CHECKBOX" /> adopt<br />
<input name="states" type="CHECKBOX" /> learn to be a barista<br />
<input checked="" name="marry" type="CHECKBOX" /> buy a new car<br />
<input name="adopt" type="CHECKBOX" /> learn Spanish<br />
<input name="ride in a hot air balloon" type="CHECKBOX" /> weigh 150<br />
<input name="states" type="CHECKBOX" /> buy a house<br />
<input name="marry" type="CHECKBOX" /> fly a plane<br />
<input name="adopt" type="CHECKBOX" /> watch fireworks from a boat<br />
<input name="ride in a hot air balloon" type="CHECKBOX" /> go to Mardi Gras<br />
<input name="states" type="CHECKBOX" /> visit every Six Flags park<br />
<input name="marry" type="CHECKBOX" /> run a mini marathon<br />
<input name="adopt" type="CHECKBOX" /> experience weightlessness<br />
<input name="ride in a hot air balloon" type="CHECKBOX" /> take dance classes with Jason<br />
<input name="states" type="CHECKBOX" /> earn a black belt<br />
<input name="marry" type="CHECKBOX" /> vacation at Sandals<br />
<input name="adopt" type="CHECKBOX" /> memorize a book of the Bible<br />
<input name="ride in a hot air balloon" type="CHECKBOX" /> own a "smart home"<br />
<input name="states" type="CHECKBOX" /> be debt free<br />
<input name="marry" type="CHECKBOX" /> spend a night in a castle<br />
<input name="adopt" type="CHECKBOX" /> own a hybrid car<br />
<input name="ride in a hot air balloon" type="CHECKBOX" /> go to the Olympics<br />
<input name="states" type="CHECKBOX" /> go to the World Cup<br />
<input name="marry" type="CHECKBOX" /> go to NYC on New Year's Eve<br />
<input name="adopt" type="CHECKBOX" /> drive on the Autobahn<br />
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Finally, after years of waiting and waiting, our babies are ours. Please enjoy our video and share in our joy.<br />
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One day, I look out the window and see Cuddlebug, Protector, and Princess' little naked butts swinging high on the swings for all the neighbors to see... a thousand thoughts hit me at once<i>. </i>But somewhere between the "<i><b>What if someone sees them and thinks I'm a bad mom?"</b> </i>and the "<b style="font-style: italic;">I wish I felt that kind of freedom" </b>I smile. <span style="color: red;"><i><b>What crazy little blessings I have.</b></i></span><br />
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We have a family game/rule to protect the eyes and hearts of our little ones, especially the boys. Whenever anyone sees someone dressed in a way that would not please their Maker, someone says (<i>read "yells") </i>"shoelaces!!" at which point everyone looks down at their shoelaces (Daddy too) until Mommy says that it's okay to look up. It has worked really well for us thus far. We were at a restaurant a few weeks ago and Protector was looking at a TV that was mounted on the wall over my head. Suddenly he stood up on his chair and yelled, "Mommy, that is inappropriate! SHOELACES EVERYONE!!" Pretty much everyone was confused at the shoelaces part, but pretty impressed that my 4 year old could us the word "inappropriate" appropriately :) <span style="color: red;"><i><b>What crazy little blessings I have.</b></i></span></div>
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It's really not very hard for them to pick up, but it's my job to make sure they do it "my way"... just like if they were a paid Nanny for a family. After the first couple of weeks, I can rest a bit and let her do her thing. What a blessing! I've been sick for three days and have wanted nothing more than to sit down and do as little as possible. Today I can, thanks to our Nanny.Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-11672339324920194762011-05-26T20:02:00.003-04:002011-05-26T21:46:24.367-04:00From the mouthes of babes.Things sound so much different when your children say it. My kiddos have pushed and pushed and pushed me, on several occasions, where the nicest thing I could come up with to say was, "Shut up!!!!" I'm not proud of it, but there ya go... it happens. After I gave the little girl's their baths tonight, I put them in their beds, which they were none too happy about. As Baby Girl cried and fussed at being put in her crib, Princess became very upset. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Personally, I think that she was more upset that Baby Girl was out-screaming her than anything... but that's just me. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhow, I digress... I heard, from my precious little Princess, "<b>Shut up!</b>" to Baby Girl. I sat for a minute thinking I must have misheard. Princess is generally a very sweet girl. Only a moment later, she said it again. Somehow, those two little words sound so much more toxic coming from a little one's mouth. </div><div><br /><i>Be careful little lips what you say.</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I'll try to be more careful... honest.</div><div><br /></div><div>After all... isn't it from the abundance of the heart that the mouth speaks (Luke 6:45)? I need to start doing a heart check, I believe. </div></div>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-62892253643345688122011-03-29T23:28:00.002-04:002011-03-29T23:35:54.013-04:00She has a name<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Read on <a href="http://muddymamas.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-has-name-t-shirt-giveaway.html">Muddy Mamas</a> about one way some Jesus-followers are reaching out to minister to women in the sex industry. So many women are trapped by this evil. Though I've heard of this for years, this is the first time I've heard the story of the women being offered up with "no name." Some folks have designed these t-shirts to help raise awareness and money for the ministry.<div><br /></div><div><img src="http://veritascolumbus.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/t-shirt.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 220px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><br /></div><div> Please support them. Muddy Mamas is also giving away a free t'shirt, so stop by over there to join in the contest.</div>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-60311469575057370412011-03-07T14:39:00.003-05:002011-03-07T15:07:13.963-05:00So Grateful...<div>So blessed. I have to remind myself of that all the time. I have so much more than I will ever <i style="font-weight: bold; ">NEED</i>. I am loved far beyond my wildest imagination. Thank you, Jesus, for your love.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>#71 - #79</div><div><br /></div><div>the Father sends us exactly what we need, exactly when we need it</div><div><br /></div><div>the joys of <a href="www.netflix.com">watching instantly</a> with Netflix</div><div><br /></div><div>so many friends anticipating expanding their families through adoption</div><div><br /></div><div>a case worker that cares</div><div><br /></div><div>new babies home for the first time from a far away land</div><div><br /></div><div>new ideas of fundraising for adoptions</div><div><br /></div><div>freshly laundered and folded clothes</div><div><br /></div><div>the silence of a naptime gone well</div><div><br /></div><div>a dishwasher in our new home</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Join me and others as we give thanks:</div><br /><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /></a>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-5338059838177998782011-03-05T07:23:00.004-05:002011-09-24T21:58:26.562-04:00Good Saturday to you :)I love weekends. It means I get to spend so much more time with Prince Charming. Today is going to be a super busy day, and I'm excited. I love busy days. Can't explain it... I just do. The kids seem to cooperate more, Muscles loves to clean when he's home for the day... yes, that's right. My 8 year old LOVES to clean. And he does it very well :) <br />
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Finally, after she looked like she had worn herself out. I gave her her bottle and a blanket and she immediately laid herself back down to watch Smash Lab with Mommy. It was a beautiful site. After a few minutes of watching airplanes and garbage cans blow up, I said, "Are you ready to go night-night, Baby Girl?" She stood up, walked to me, climbed in my lap and went to sleep. Gotta love it :) That's right, ladies and gentlemen, this mama used the TV to put my little one to sleep. And I'm TOTALLY okay with it :)</div>
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When he starts to see that it's not working (which it never does, so I'm not sure why he still tries), he moves into baby mode. He wails at the top of his lungs about being scared, wanting Mommy, etc. It's so tiring. I'm sure sometimes he is genuinely scared. I just don't always know when those times are, and I don't want him thinking that his behavior is going to get him what he wants. <div><br /></div><div>Ok, thanks. I just needed to get that out of my system....</div>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-49063196834593842942011-03-01T07:12:00.003-05:002011-03-01T10:16:50.882-05:00Blog Party!<center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; ">Lynnette Kraft is hosting a Blog Party this week so that we bloggers can get to know one another better. Link over to her site and join the fun. Make some friends and answer some fun questions. The more, the merrier!</span></center><center style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /></span></center><center><a target="_blank" href="http://lynnettekraft.com/2011/02/announcing-thoughts-of-spring-blog-party.html"><img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg57/impickles/Wordpress%20Blog/thoughtsofspringblogpartybutton.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></center><br /><br /><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><b><i><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; ">How would people describe your personality? (If they could only use ONE word.) Are they right?</span></i></b></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; ">Fun... I think, at least. I think they would be right. I rarely do something without having as much fun as I can possibly muster up out of the situation.</div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><b><i><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span><br /><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; ">What celebrity/celebrities would create a “Star-Struck” feeling if you saw them in real life?</span></i></b></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; ">Oh, I hate to admit this one. It would probably have to be <a href="http://www.matthewmcconaughey.com/">Matthew McConaughey</a>. Yeah, he's cute, but that's not it. I love the accent. Just love it. My more "Sunday School Answer" would have to be <a href="http://www.stevencurtischapman.com/">Steven Curtis Chapman</a>. I've always been a big fan of his music, but I've grown to realize that he's an amazing husband and dad as well, which is far more important. I'd love to meet him and his beautiful bride, <a href="http://marybethchapman.com/">Mary Beth</a>.</div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; ">Who is your favorite blogger? Why?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; ">Ann Voskamp. Hands down. I love her blog, <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/">A Holy Experience</a>. Each day, she helps me refocus my heart on the things of God, rather than on myself. She has an amazing way with words that just brings a smile to my face. She is real and honest in her journey.</div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "><br /></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">What is your comfort food/drink?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span>Cow Dabs... or as you probably know them, No Bake Cookies. I grew up calling them Cow Dabs and, gross as it sounds, I always will. Love them. They make the worst of days better :)</div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">Do you have a strong desire to do something you’ve never done? What is it?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; ">I have a strong desire to do almost everything I've never done. I used to do new things EVERY chance I got, then I would say, "That's one less thing I've never done." I like to try it all :) I would LOVE to fly in a hot air balloon. That's kinda random, but there ya go.</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span><b><i><br /></i></b><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">Movies: Action, Drama, Romantic Comedy, Documentary, Comedy? What are your favorite genres?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span>I'm a Romantic Comedy girl. I pretend that I'm not, but I am... shhhh, don't tell anyone. I do like a little Action and Drama as well though. </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /><b><i></i></b><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">Music: Funk, Rock, Country, Jazz, Classical, Film Score, Blues, Classic Rock, Crooner, Alternative, Heavy Metal, Techno? What are your favorite types?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span>I like Contemporary Christian. That's what I mostly listen to, however, if I happen to be around the right people, my love of Country sneaks up on me :) I also like Classical when it comes time to quite the family down for rest time.</div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">If you inherited a million dollars, what is the first thing you would do with your money?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;">I'd pay off all my debt... yeah, that's right, I have debt. Student loans up to my ears. I'd buy our house, instead of renting it. I'd install a mud-room-type of locker system much like </span></span><a href="http://ths.gardenweb.com/forums/load/build/msg111249202133.html" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; ">these</a><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;">. I would donate a significant amount to the </span></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.imb.org" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; ">International Mission Board</a><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;">. I'd invest a lot of it... very strategically. I'd give to support many people who I know that want desperately to add to their family through adoption, but the financial part scares the daylights out of them. I'd probably do most of this through <a href="http://www.showhope.org/">ShowHOPE</a>.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; ">Name one weakness of yours (confession is good for the soul).</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span>I'm a great starter, but I'm terrible with followthrough. I never finish anything. I have a ton of great ideas and plans, and I get them started, but get bored or distracted and move on to my next big idea. </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">If you could live anywhere at all (and take all your loved ones with you), where would you go?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span>I'd head back to Mombasa, Kenya. I loved living there, not that it was perfect, but it's the place my heart most often longs to see again.</div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /><b><i></i></b><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">What is one of your favorite things to catch a whiff of? </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span>Ha, ha, ha... don't laugh. I love, love, love, love walking into a tire store or a shoe store. I just LOVE the smell of those places. Yeah, I know... I'm weird.</div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">When you leave a social gathering, do you wish: You would have talked more or You would have talked less? </span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span>I used to be EXTREMELY social. In college, my freshman year, I won the "Social Butterfly" award. Now, not so much. My personality has changed a lot since I had a hysterectomy when I was 26 and went through instant menopause. I'm a much more quiet, reserved person that I used to be. So, that being said... I would say that I normally wish that I would have talked more. </div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">If money wasn’t a factor, what stores would you shop in?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span>Health food stores. Michaels. JoAnns. Archivers. Target... I like Target :) Oh, and IKEA... I'd go nuts at IKEA... and the Container Store. I guess I'd go shopping crazy if money weren't an option.</div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">What is your greatest fear or strange phobia?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;">I hate snakes. I mean, madly, passionately, with all my heart, hate snakes.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><br /><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">What is your greatest accomplishment?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; ">My babies. We are in the process of adopting all five of our little ones from the Foster Care System. They give me the biggest headaches, and the biggest smiles :)</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">What are your favorite animals?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;">Wildabeast is my favorite animal to eat. Horses are my favorite to ride. Dogs are my favorites to cuddle up and sleep with.</span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span></span><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; ">Are you a hopeless romantic?</span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;">No, I'm in to romance and all, but I wouldn't say "<i>hopeless"</i></span></span></div><div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><strong style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "></strong></span></span><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "><strong style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "></strong></p><p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "></p><br /><br /><center><a target="_blank" href="http://lynnettekraft.com/2011/02/announcing-thoughts-of-spring-blog-party.html"><img src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg57/impickles/Wordpress%20Blog/thoughtsofspringblogpartybutton.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></center>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-39718814272051422952011-02-22T21:25:00.003-05:002011-02-22T21:32:03.929-05:00I Heart Faces Entry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncSsNz0gdHY/TWRxAUWvRYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sbRDXB6_zjk/s1600/photo%2B%25284-1%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ncSsNz0gdHY/TWRxAUWvRYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sbRDXB6_zjk/s400/photo%2B%25284-1%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576706488869537154" /></a><br />I absolutely love the<a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"> I Heart Faces</a> website!! Hours of entertainment.... not that I have hours laying around that need to be entertained. If I did, though, I know where I would go. This week's photo challenge is "Cell Phones." Here is a pic I took of Baby Girl on her first birthday. She's so stink'n cute!!<div><br /></div><div>Click <a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com">here </a>to check out other awesome pics :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><center><a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/" mce_href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"><img src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" mce_src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" /></a></center>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-26666543274015260742011-02-16T00:26:00.002-05:002011-02-16T00:46:17.182-05:00Moving day!!We've been really blessed to live in this house for the past year. It was perfect for us when we moved in, but then a few months later, our family size nearly doubled. At the moment, we are 7 loud, rambunctiousness people trying not to (quite literally) step on one another's toes in a 900+ sq ft house. <div><br /></div><div>God has graciously seen fit to move us to a larger home. And I am <b><i>OH-SO</i></b> grateful! I know it won't solve all of our problems, but I am determined that it will solve some of them. We begin moving Thursday, with most of the heavy labor done on Friday. If you read this between now and then, please be praying for my dear Jason. He and his brother will be doing most of the work. Two better men couldn't have been chosen for the job. One of the greatest things they learned from their father was how to work hard... very hard. I have no doubt that we will be moved before they call it a day. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhow, I have a lot more packing to do before bed, and it's well past midnight. G'night all.</div>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-62087635868094243002011-01-24T15:59:00.002-05:002011-01-24T23:01:29.271-05:00Blessing upon blessing<div>62. The abundance of friends who sought out to help us while we're looking for a home. </div><div>63. That my mom doesn't say, "I told you so!" when I finally decide that 900 sq ft is not big enough for a family of 7. </div><div>64. Great ideas to help Protector learn the letter Bb :)</div><div>65. Narnia.</div><div>66. My YMCA blesses me with childcare while I work myself until I can't breath.</div><div>67. Pain killers to bless me after I leave the YMCA.</div><div>68. Hot, hot, hot showers.</div><div>69. My hot, hot, hot hubby :)</div><div>70. The Father working in mysterious ways.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Join me and others as we give thanks:</div><br /><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /></a>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-40594275881666065942011-01-18T22:33:00.002-05:002011-01-18T22:43:41.186-05:00Confessions....<blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>I discovered a new blog today, <a href="http://blog.inthenameoflove.org/">In The Name Of Love</a>, that I thoroughly enjoyed. While cruising through some posts, I noticed that one of them was titled "<a href="http://blog.inthenameoflove.org/archives/1836#idc-cover">confessions...</a>" Always interesting.... Bianca was spilling her guts and asked others to do the same. Some were humerous, some serious, but all confessions, just the same. Confession is good for the soul. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; " ><i><blockquote>Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working. </blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- James 5:16</blockquote><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; " >So, in the spirit of healing.... here is some dirty laundry that needs to be aired...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; " ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; ">- I love eating icing straight out of the container</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 16px; "> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; ">- I drink milk from the jug.... in front of my kids </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; ">- I love to give away money, but have done so to the detriment of my family at times</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; ">- I don't think I've ever finished a thing in my life. I love to start things, but I just don't have an ounce of "follow through" in me </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; ">- If I throw gum out the window of the car (*GASP*) I'm always a little worried that there will be a murder nearby and CSI will find my DNA on the gum and accuse me of murder. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; ">- I love the smell of markers, rubber cement, and paint. Yeah, I'm the reason there's a warning label...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >There... I feel better :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Anything you need to share?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-71426444338777214042011-01-17T22:08:00.002-05:002011-01-17T22:13:44.810-05:00So many gifts...52. The strength to go on.<div>53. Homeschool conventions :)</div><div>54. A new camera bag to keep my goodies safe.</div><div>55. A new doctor for my kiddos.</div><div>56. Lots of good medicine to make my baby feel better.</div><div>57. Bedtime laughter.</div><div>58. The simple love of a child.</div><div>59. Bread pudding... yeah, I know... I'm not supposed to like it.</div><div>60. Rubber cement and lapbooks.</div><div>61. A hubby who will dig through the shed for hours for the one little folder I want.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm spoiled by a Great God!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Join me and others as we give thanks:</div><br /><a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /></a></div>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-55283277823510277782011-01-14T19:21:00.002-05:002011-01-14T20:05:03.087-05:00Seeing Dr. V.I hate going to the doctor. Really, I do. It's not because I'm afraid of shots, or that I don't like their attitude, or don't approve of their poking and prodding. It's just that every time I go, something new is wrong with me. Do you know what that does to a persons psyche? For those of you who don't know, I'm diabetic.... VERY diabetic. My last A1C was 11.5. I'm taking my insulin, my pills, exercising... I just can't kick the sugar habit. I like carbs... a lot. In any form, really. Candy. Bread. Potatoes. Fruit. I can do good for a few days, but then I get mad because everyone else can enjoy potato soup, chocolate, etc, and I just can't seem to stop. It's so frustrating. So, even though there is no one out there reading this blog as often as I update it, I will pretend that there is, and will try to update on this site, my daily levels.... we'll see how that goes. Feel free to admonish me as needed :)Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8853836527797902697.post-35267606960008458722011-01-12T21:05:00.002-05:002011-01-12T21:09:42.981-05:0030 Day Photo Project<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'century gothic', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(79, 55, 47); line-height: 18px; ">Day 6: Photo of a person you would love to trade places with</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pjy6NwamCwA/TS5eny6XbkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jF426nt_ZaE/s400/DSC_0431.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561486627623628354" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ah, to be carefree again. Not a worry in the world except to try to figure out why people are making those funny faces at you. Love my Baby Girl!</div>Crazy Little Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09708159218736095020noreply@blogger.com0