<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:56:48.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>007mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-5502012081558154305</id><published>2008-09-20T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:41:44.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I choose.....</title><content type='html'>I usually reserve this blog page as a brag page on my family.. &lt;br /&gt;But... today I have been challenged by a friend to express who &amp; why I am voting for my candidate of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is said below is said in a spirit of love, gentleness and kindness..since written words can't often express the intent of the writer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say this before I expound on the who &amp; why: As a Christian I have certain obligations that come from the authority of the scriptures. And believe that the role of faith in selecting a candidate is a God given privledge and is a very important issue. As a Christian I believe that Jesus Christ died so that I can have eternal life and therefore my obligation is to Him and His church, first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My priorities are to the God of the Bible.... Three issues I will always stand by are faith, life issues and the protection of the institution of marriage. I will not vote for a candidate that does not share my same views on these three issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To list a few..I also believe in the well-being, for our men and women in the armed forces &amp; in uniform in our cities, for better jobs, better health care for seniors &amp; children, for education, energy independence and for government reform. That is why I believe that McLain/Palin will get my vote, they together are more able to achieve those goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I know the Lord's will..will be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-5502012081558154305?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/5502012081558154305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=5502012081558154305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/5502012081558154305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/5502012081558154305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-i-choose.html' title='Why I choose.....'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-8795489676792774076</id><published>2008-09-06T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:50:36.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and Rachel came tumbling after...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/SMNNupAV0oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pz6d3AswAyU/s1600-h/DSC05137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/SMNNupAV0oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pz6d3AswAyU/s400/DSC05137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243119854865994370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................&lt;br /&gt;(to the tune of Jack &amp; Jill)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel my Rachel went up the bleachers to fetch a bag for a friend&lt;br /&gt;she turned around and trip on to the ground and broke her little elbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, she was at the football game and did get a bag for a friend and when she returned to her seat she tripped on another friends crutches and tumbled down the bleachers. Thankfully the only thing that was hurt was her arm. She broke the tip of her elbow! We go Tuesday to the ortho. dr. to determine the plan of action for the healing process. We'll keep ya posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-8795489676792774076?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8795489676792774076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=8795489676792774076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/8795489676792774076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/8795489676792774076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-rachel-came-tumbling-after.html' title='and Rachel came tumbling after...'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/SMNNupAV0oI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pz6d3AswAyU/s72-c/DSC05137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-2421453034479737970</id><published>2008-08-28T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:07:01.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/SLedRJwfjXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/JBX5ZcUc1DE/s1600-h/DSC05103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/SLedRJwfjXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/JBX5ZcUc1DE/s400/DSC05103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239829609471511922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sigh~... my baby girl started kindergarten this week!  She is having a blast being a big girl... walking to her class room by herself, making new friends, learning, and getting to know her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first dropped her off Monday morning I was so proud of her, "my baby has made it to kindergarten what a milestone".  By the end of the day I was missing her greatly!  When I saw her coming out of the school with her class and teacher I began to tear up..I couldn't believe it.. it was like I hadn't seen her for years, it was like I sent in a baby that morning and out came a big girl that afternoon!  I was teary eyed and all chocked up, for a moment, I couldn't get my words out to tell her I loved her and missed her and was so pround of her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the icing on the cake... I sent my 7th grader to Jr. High!  She's having a great time so far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-2421453034479737970?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/2421453034479737970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=2421453034479737970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/2421453034479737970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/2421453034479737970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First Day of Kindergarten!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/SLedRJwfjXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/JBX5ZcUc1DE/s72-c/DSC05103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-44252825007857160</id><published>2008-08-13T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:57:07.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a good idea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/SKOp1FJ7cnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2VGYYRu9GEQ/s1600-h/DSC04879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/SKOp1FJ7cnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2VGYYRu9GEQ/s400/DSC04879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234213921316631154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;The other night after we read our Bible and said our prayers, the girls began to talk about when they get married and have a baby.  Chloe tells about how she is going to go to highschool then college, get married then have a baby.  She tells of a beautiful princess wedding and all about her handsome prince! (Lisa you'll never guess who...)  Jordan chimes in just as serious and mature.. "Well... I am going to marry Jesus!"  I snicker under my breath and say "well.. you may not be able marry Jesus but you sure can marry someone who acts a lot like him"!  She responds, "yeah, that's a good idea!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so wonderful that she knows the love of Jesus that she wants to marry Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Before you all freak out on why are these little girls all into the wedding thing....They are all into the wedding thing because it was our 15th wedding anniversary and they wanted to look at our pictures "of when mommy was getting married and was dressed up like a beautiful princess]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-44252825007857160?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/44252825007857160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=44252825007857160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/44252825007857160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/44252825007857160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2008/08/thats-good-idea.html' title='That&apos;s a good idea!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/SKOp1FJ7cnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2VGYYRu9GEQ/s72-c/DSC04879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-1274991162557783799</id><published>2008-07-23T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:23:35.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>Panama City Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fwillishouse7%2Falbumid%2F5226439359332178353%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3Dgl3jFIcyi8U" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fwillishouse7%2Falbumid%2F5226438610036317233%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DIMHOPOPrIGk" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe's 1st Ballet Recital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fwillishouse7%2Falbumid%2F5226437659741242513%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DSM8jYWlosvU" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-1274991162557783799?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/1274991162557783799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=1274991162557783799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/1274991162557783799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/1274991162557783799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-3872919291282569437</id><published>2008-06-05T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:59:10.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Millennial Generation"....penny for your thought?</title><content type='html'>I saw this video this week.  I'd love to get your thoughts. How will our children change the world? Are we ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will articulate my thoughts soon. I'm not an incredible writer like my friend Christine!  It just takes me awhile to get them just right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kv52oVIcUKk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kv52oVIcUKk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-3872919291282569437?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/3872919291282569437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=3872919291282569437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/3872919291282569437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/3872919291282569437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2008/06/millennial-generationpenny-for-your.html' title='&quot;Millennial Generation&quot;....penny for your thought?'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-135764718765851040</id><published>2008-04-08T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:55:34.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/R_xKbY3rYuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QlQADK5b4i4/s1600-h/DSC04653.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/R_xKmo3rYvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Fj5y6mJ_SzE/s1600-h/DSC04672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187102898490401522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/R_xKmo3rYvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Fj5y6mJ_SzE/s400/DSC04672.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter, who recently turned five, asked to say the blessing before dinner the other night. She said the blessing and ended it with "Amen", we all echoed "amen". She then said, "mommy, boys should say "Amen" and girls should say, "A-lady". Too funny! precious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-135764718765851040?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/135764718765851040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=135764718765851040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/135764718765851040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/135764718765851040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2008/04/amen.html' title='Amen!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/R_xKmo3rYvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Fj5y6mJ_SzE/s72-c/DSC04672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-1118343193334483923</id><published>2008-01-28T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:53:31.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you bigger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/R56xLBKBPLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cVE-aVxk4-E/s1600-h/DSC04562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160757025860304050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/R56xLBKBPLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cVE-aVxk4-E/s400/DSC04562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music to my ears! Words out of mouths of babes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 3 year old, out of the blue said, "momma I love you, gimmie a kiss"!. I gave her a kiss and responded, " I love you bigger" and she said "NO momma, I love you bigger!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-1118343193334483923?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/1118343193334483923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=1118343193334483923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/1118343193334483923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/1118343193334483923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-you-bigger.html' title='I love you bigger!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/R56xLBKBPLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cVE-aVxk4-E/s72-c/DSC04562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-6153686520014773866</id><published>2007-10-05T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T14:01:02.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Overture by Anita Renfroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/W95Y8hNQiH8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/W95Y8hNQiH8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-6153686520014773866?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6153686520014773866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=6153686520014773866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/6153686520014773866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/6153686520014773866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/10/mom-overture-by-anita-renfroe.html' title='Mom&amp;#39;s Overture by Anita Renfroe'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-6326574012334896108</id><published>2007-10-03T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:17:14.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word's of Wisdom from a Friend!</title><content type='html'>Words of Wisdom from a friend regarding a previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an awesome comment for me today! It was so good that I had to just copy it into my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I talk to her openly about how boys view girls sexually, and how it shows respect and love for your friends when you cover yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've also looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that YOU don't care about your husband right now and don't even want to THINK about that ... so I'll do it for you. Everything that I ask of you when it comes to behavior and dress ... it is because I am already thinking of your husband, and praying for him. I'm praying that his Mom is doing the same thing! So, if you hate what I'm doing, one day you can just take it up with him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came from my friend Christine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christinemoers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.christinemoers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; she always has the right words to say, ummm write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-6326574012334896108?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6326574012334896108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=6326574012334896108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/6326574012334896108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/6326574012334896108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/10/words-of-wisdom-from-friend.html' title='Word&apos;s of Wisdom from a Friend!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-4179045102696561407</id><published>2007-10-02T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:11:15.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" I Want My Napkin Holder Back"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RwR1mbt6QzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oFSiYy4wAVU/s1600-h/Napkin+Holder2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117344379735524146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RwR1mbt6QzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oFSiYy4wAVU/s400/Napkin+Holder2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange Mushroom Napkin Holder&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bell bottoms were really cool.Cuttin' glass an' skippin' to school. I 'member packin' that ol' fishin' pole. Skinny-dippin' at a swimmin' hole. Back light, red lights an' strobe lights too,Were all the rage for me an' you. Only one thing I miss more than that: I want my Orange Mushroom Napkin Holder back! I want my Orange Mushroom Napkin Holder back! My ol' napkins, an' my dinner table too. Fuzzy lint loose an' proud. ZZ Top, they're playin' loud. A simple time, that's what I miss. Your shinny metal an' your cute coat of paint. Things are changin' man, an' that's a fact. I want my Orange Mushroom Napkin Holder Back!!!!&lt;/span&gt; (words and music inspired by: &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=1297074360"&gt;http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=1297074360&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can learn to play on your guitar!!!&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/billy_ray_cyrus/i_want_my_mullet_back_crd.htm"&gt;http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/b/billy_ray_cyrus/i_want_my_mullet_back_crd.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;draft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-4179045102696561407?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4179045102696561407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=4179045102696561407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/4179045102696561407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/4179045102696561407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-my-napkin-holder-back.html' title='&quot; I Want My Napkin Holder Back&quot;'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RwR1mbt6QzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oFSiYy4wAVU/s72-c/Napkin+Holder2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-388029389180653159</id><published>2007-09-30T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:12:35.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Through Your Child???</title><content type='html'>Wow... God's really teaching me a lesson on letting go! I want so much for my tween daughter to be all that God wants her to be (or should I say what I think God wants her to be). I want so much to tell her how to act , what to wear, what to say etc....ect...ect.... That I forget that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; is to guide her and teach her but I have to let her fly!!! Learn and live! I have to remember if I am faithful in guiding and setting the example that God will take care of the rest!!! So today I am going to let her fly!&lt;br /&gt;While i'm On my knees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent Quote &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;o'the&lt;/span&gt; mom:&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about boys right now concentrate on running the race God has set before you and when you are old enough,(like 30 ha ha)look beside you to see who's running with you..that young man God has for you might just be right next to you encouraging you to go His way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-388029389180653159?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/388029389180653159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=388029389180653159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/388029389180653159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/388029389180653159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/09/living-through-your-chid.html' title='Living Through Your Child???'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-8288589162066904460</id><published>2007-09-22T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:44:55.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life w/ Girls as tweens</title><content type='html'>I came across a really great workbook from our youth group which has really helped me guide my daughter regarding the whole boy thing.  It is a disciple now workbook "Attraction Love Dating and the truth about Sex. &lt;a href="http://www.sosforstudents.com/"&gt;www.sosforstudents.com&lt;/a&gt;.  The title might scare some moms.. but we are very open and honest with our kids about sex.  This book really helped me "chill-out".  Of course, with my daughter I'm cool on the outside and screaming on the inside "Lord help me get it right"!  She is tons of fun and it is an incredible privilege that God has entrusted us to guide her in the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, my tween went with a friend to  The Revolve Tour &lt;a href="http://www.revolvetour.com/"&gt;www.revolvetour.com&lt;/a&gt; .. it is a really great tween/teen girls conference The Tour talks about things girls want – and need – to hear, including:Keeping It Real: Inside &amp;amp; Out; The Truth About Guys ; Secrets to Real Beauty; The Inside Scoop on Relationships  there's a concert by Natalie Grant and others..  It just reinforces what we are trying to teach her at home... PTL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how she liked it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-8288589162066904460?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/8288589162066904460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=8288589162066904460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/8288589162066904460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/8288589162066904460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-w-girls-as-tweens.html' title='Life w/ Girls as tweens'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-6873826246792510302</id><published>2007-09-05T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:10:51.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom of a tween!!! How Awesome!</title><content type='html'>Life just cracks me up!  It doesn't matter how many books you read or how much advice you get...sometimes you just aren't ready to embark on what lies ahead!  But God gives you grace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tween.. and well the whole "boy thing" is hitting!!! It just socked me right in the face..last year when the boys came around the neighborhood and the girls giggled and talked about what boy likes what girl.. I was cool and knew it was very i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nnocent&lt;/span&gt;... but this year I am freaking out!!!!!  My tween is cute and fun-loving and can hold her own when it comes to sports and such and the guys kinda like that....but what has me stirred up is the boys are asking the girls to go to different things away from the neighborhood.... not a date or anything like that.. but still away from Momma-hawk-eyes!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've talked long before, when boys had cooties, that we would not allow our girls to have a "boyfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;per say&lt;/span&gt;" and how they couldn't date until they were 30.. ha!   I've been reading, praying etc.. to determine the best thing for our girls... and it is hard.   We want to do what is right for our daughters in every aspect..foremost, spiritually then emotionally and socially.  We've talked about the whole "group hanging-out thing" and when they can date..So far this is what I discovered how it is today..not saying it is wrong or right... just research..&lt;br /&gt;Most Middle School students [7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &amp; 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;] group hang-out, mall, movies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;starbucks,&lt;/span&gt; youth functions or at someones house..some have a parent tag along "the invisible mom", there there but with a birds-eye view of it all.  High School [9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;] sorta of do the same thing.. but they have games, dances, parties and parents are usually only the "hosting parent".  [11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &amp; 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;] usually parents allow "dating" at this point... but a friend recently shared with me that a group of guys committed to only group dating until college... I really liked that idea.  And as a mom of girls that really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;relieved&lt;/span&gt; my heart.. the question I have is if they hang-out, is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for the girls [four or more] to go to the guys house or is it better for the hang-out time be at the girls house?  And what if you know the boy but not the parents.. but you know the reputation of the family and it's all good and the guy just so happens to be the boy that likes your girl.. do you go and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;introduce&lt;/span&gt; yourself to the parents or what.?  It seems sorta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;. it's not like they are "dating" or as they say in middle school "going out" they are just interested in each other... What is the best thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another issue...swim suits... we decided that at age 1o our daughter would  longer wear a two-piece in a public setting [only in our neighbors pool with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; only.].. we decided to make that change before her body began to develop so it would be just how it is,  kinda of things...she's been cool with it for the most part...and she totally gets why she needs to dress modestly but not all her friends parents have the same conviction..therefore it creates a bit of an issue from time to time...because she says.. but ALL my friends are wearing them...don't take me there!!  I know at her age it is totally a social issue and not another...but you want so much for them to understand and REALLY get it!  It is for love ...not just to make life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another day in the life of 007 mom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-6873826246792510302?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6873826246792510302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=6873826246792510302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/6873826246792510302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/6873826246792510302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/09/mom-of-tween-how-awesome.html' title='Mom of a tween!!! How Awesome!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-7564646869929136435</id><published>2007-07-21T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:27:17.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of...My Favorite Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RqKozIa_RmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cZXpMp37-i0/s1600-h/jim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089816125269558882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RqKozIa_RmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cZXpMp37-i0/s400/jim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RqKoWoa_RlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uuKOgocCD2E/s1600-h/jim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I planned to post this a few weeks ago.. but I wanted to get it just right..not to mention that everytime I sat down to write I'd tear up and cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one of those days when life seemed to just stand still. One that makes you think about life and why God has you here for this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 30, 2007 my boss, Jim Ward, who i worked with for seven years went to heaven! He was like a father away from my father. He was an incredible boss and a true gentleman. He was a great example to me, a man of integrity and godly character. He displayed great wisdom and faithfulness. [he stayed the coarse to finish out our beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Criswell&lt;/span&gt; Center, which when you walk through the halls you see his touch all over] He was a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;listener&lt;/span&gt; {he would listen to all my crazy mommy stories about the girls}. He was a man of much grace and patience {he had to deal with 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pregnancies&lt;/span&gt; and a "royal wedding"(it was beautiful) in our office}. He had a great sense of humor {we were always laughing about something}. It was a true joy serving him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim was a very generous and giving man. He was always helping some one in need. He even orchestrated the opportunity for my husband and I to go on a mission trip to Ukraine.. that has forever impacted my life! He loved missions! His own daughter is on the mission field now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved the staff...he had an open door policy..many times when there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; (big or small) to be made he would be in his office with his door slightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ajar&lt;/span&gt; (that was to let me know if someone needed him he was available) he had his Bible open, praying the Lord's will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved his family greatly. He cherished his wife far above rubies. He was so proud of his son &amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; (they are incredible, serving the Lord). Yet, he &amp;amp; his wife still had room for others to be part of their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know as soon as he hit heavens gates...Jesus took his hand and the Father said "well done thy good and faithful servant". As one friend said..he's in heaven managing some other mansion under construction now! Though I will miss him.. I know he is in heaven and will see him again! (how about you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this chapter in my life closes, I will forever be grateful to the Lord for allowing our paths to cross and to share a wonderful ministry at First Baptist Dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim, you and your family will always have a very special place in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;svee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-nay (until we see you again)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-7564646869929136435?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7564646869929136435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=7564646869929136435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/7564646869929136435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/7564646869929136435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-memorymy-favorite-boss.html' title='In Memory of...My Favorite Boss'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RqKozIa_RmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/cZXpMp37-i0/s72-c/jim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-7533844684522955068</id><published>2007-05-30T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T20:19:59.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Bitty Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rl4-FtiNKLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H_jqYxT7imQ/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070558498309089458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rl4-FtiNKLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H_jqYxT7imQ/s400/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My middle little miss is helping me with my blog today. She wants a picture of when she was a baby! Too cute!!  She liked this one, big sister holder her!  She adores her big sis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-7533844684522955068?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/7533844684522955068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=7533844684522955068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/7533844684522955068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/7533844684522955068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-bitty-baby.html' title='Little Bitty Baby!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rl4-FtiNKLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/H_jqYxT7imQ/s72-c/DSC00427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-3649450982362144740</id><published>2007-05-28T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:50:13.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My three Girls!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RltOgLOcYUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OwA4wnXNy0E/s1600-h/DSC04308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069732120211775810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RltOgLOcYUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OwA4wnXNy0E/s400/DSC04308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-3649450982362144740?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/3649450982362144740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=3649450982362144740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/3649450982362144740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/3649450982362144740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-three-girls.html' title='My three Girls!!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RltOgLOcYUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OwA4wnXNy0E/s72-c/DSC04308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-1824653497721032297</id><published>2007-05-28T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:43:24.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights.. Camera... Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RltKwrOcYTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tGxw_3cNimQ/s1600-h/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069728005633106226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RltKwrOcYTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tGxw_3cNimQ/s400/star.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;My oldest was in the Spring play/musical a few weeks ago. Her role was "Joan Waters" (aka Joan Rivers) in Once Upon a Time. She was a red carpet diva interviewer. She was wearing a d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ivine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SusanW&lt;/span&gt; original, a dark teal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;metallic&lt;/span&gt; organza long gown, with straps with gold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stitching, her hair in an updo with gorgeous black diamond flats and to top it off she wore a brilliant green tiny clam shelled choker&lt;/span&gt;... just beautiful! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so the description is a little over the top ... but hey, moms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prerogative&lt;/span&gt;). If I do say so myself... she stole the show! She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; hilarious... she's a natural!! Unfortunately, I only have a few still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;Bravo! Marvelous!!! Awesome job little miss!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-1824653497721032297?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/1824653497721032297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=1824653497721032297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/1824653497721032297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/1824653497721032297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/05/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights.. Camera... Action'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RltKwrOcYTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tGxw_3cNimQ/s72-c/star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-6657431713692407730</id><published>2007-04-21T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T19:43:15.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about the Drama Queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RirLoyURDkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cWjCKduPyd0/s1600-h/drama+queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056077433238785602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RirLoyURDkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cWjCKduPyd0/s400/drama+queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; drama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; ever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;meet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; She&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;act &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;personality! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-6657431713692407730?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6657431713692407730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=6657431713692407730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/6657431713692407730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/6657431713692407730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-about-drama-queen.html' title='All about the Drama Queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RirLoyURDkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cWjCKduPyd0/s72-c/drama+queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-1875518199966659724</id><published>2007-04-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:47:42.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Models</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RigpHiURDjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q2CONBxzYsQ/s1600-h/super.model1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055335791171014194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RigpHiURDjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q2CONBxzYsQ/s400/super.model1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RigonCURDiI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HE6ZblVTaGY/s1600-h/super.model1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, the girls went to a b-day party for my friends twins. They had a great time celebrating their 1st b-day!!. About a week later we went to visit them at home...The twins received darling handmade dresses, hat &amp; purse.. but... we were not sure what size they were.. it was perfect timing, for my girls were ask to be super models for the dresses.. to size them up that is...They had fun! so.. without further ardor.. here are the super models!! THANKS K, k &amp;amp; s... we had a fun time.. we'll have to do it again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[for those of you who are wondering, we think the dresses are size 24 months]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-1875518199966659724?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/1875518199966659724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=1875518199966659724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/1875518199966659724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/1875518199966659724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/04/super-models.html' title='Super Models'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RigpHiURDjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q2CONBxzYsQ/s72-c/super.model1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-1885133387038152090</id><published>2007-04-15T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:48:15.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Three Beauties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RiLxrmZUfPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iWA-f9ZrNFg/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053867463206534386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RiLxrmZUfPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iWA-f9ZrNFg/s400/easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-1885133387038152090?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/1885133387038152090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=1885133387038152090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/1885133387038152090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/1885133387038152090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='My Three Beauties!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RiLxrmZUfPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/iWA-f9ZrNFg/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-557394785142540817</id><published>2007-04-13T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T23:00:32.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WONDERS  never cease.. TOP 3 QUESTIONS OF THE WEEK...</title><content type='html'>3. Why does it rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where was I when you and daddy were married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Boy, my 4 year old sure has me on my toes these days.... I love how she ponders the world around her and asks questions so she can learn......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my answers to her questions....&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3]. Why does it rain?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Because God needs to water the plants so they can grow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2] Where is heaven?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Where God is.&lt;/span&gt; {I thought that would provoke additional questions.. but that satisfied her}. and the number one answer to the number one question is.......&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1] Where was I when you and daddy were married?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You were in God's secret place. &lt;/span&gt;{ I had to really think about this one.. she was born almost 10 years after we were married.}.. Her response was precious...eyes wide with a big grin in a sweet tender voice..         W00  0w  wW! (I'd love to know what was in her mind)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few fun pictures of us discovering the world of gravity and static electricity......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053151449208618162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RiBmeGZUfLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yZV3n_f-FQU/s200/1trampoline.JPG" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053152187942993090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RiBnJGZUfMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sdMdBaNt2Mw/s200/2trampoline.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053152187942993106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RiBnJGZUfNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4c_NG9Is-oo/s200/3trampoline.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-557394785142540817?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/557394785142540817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=557394785142540817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/557394785142540817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/557394785142540817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/04/wonders-never-cease-top-3-questions-of.html' title='WONDERS  never cease.. TOP 3 QUESTIONS OF THE WEEK...'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RiBmeGZUfLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yZV3n_f-FQU/s72-c/1trampoline.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-696572481562107604</id><published>2007-02-05T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:37:51.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you were a little girl in the 70's &amp; 80's when...</title><content type='html'>You had that Fisher Price Doctor's Kit with a stethoscope that&lt;br /&gt;actually worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028252964811310178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RcfxbkBiBGI/AAAAAAAAADM/hCnrtbHlwTk/s200/dr.kit.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owned a bicycle with a banana seat and a plastic basket with&lt;br /&gt;flowers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028253231099282546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RcfxrEBiBHI/AAAAAAAAADU/uu2F7z9rp2I/s200/banana.seat.bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learned to skate with actual skates (not roller blades) that&lt;br /&gt;had metal wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028253699250717842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RcfyGUBiBJI/AAAAAAAAADk/k8CQatV2uJY/s200/roller.skates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought Gopher from Love Boat was cute (admit it!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028254012783330466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RcfyYkBiBKI/AAAAAAAAADs/Y-y1jcb7EyY/s200/love.boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had nightmares after watching Fantasy Island . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028254738632803522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RcfzC0BiBMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/A1eirgeX31Q/s200/fantasy.island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had rubber boots for rainy days and Moon boots for snowy days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028255155244631266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RcfzbEBiBOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TcyXz3kT-Es/s200/moon.boots.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028254987740906706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RcfzRUBiBNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/s1Cq-7cyK4Y/s200/moon.boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! You owned a "Slip-n-Slide", on which you injured yourself on a&lt;br /&gt;sprinkler head more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You owned "Klick-Klacks " and smacked yourself in the face more&lt;br /&gt;than once (or constantly had bruises on your arms!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028255447302407410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RcfzsEBiBPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/X7K7FNdDn1E/s200/klick.klacks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had either a "bowl cut" or "pixie", not to mention the&lt;br /&gt;"Dorothy Hamill". People sometimes thought you were a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Holly Hobbie sleeping bag was your most prized possession. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028255601921230082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rcfz1EBiBQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u7pzV2i9LTA/s200/holly.hobbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore a poncho, gaucho s, and knickers. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028255898273973522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rcf0GUBiBRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Zn_ceGWVQ14/s200/gauchos.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028256095842469154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rcf0R0BiBSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xOMhvIKAt2k/s200/poncho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begged Santa for the electronic game, Simon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028256443734820146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rcf0mEBiBTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PD60sKvEFEM/s200/simon.game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had the Donnie and Marie dolls with those pink and purple&lt;br /&gt;satiny shredded outfits, or the sunshine family &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028257388627625282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rcf1dEBiBUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/kWQeBbPaWwM/s200/donny.marie.dolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent hours in your backyard on your metal swing set with&lt;br /&gt;the trapeze. The swing set tipped over at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had homemade ribbon barrettes in every imaginable color. (Oh&lt;br /&gt;yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a pair of Doctor Scholl's sandals (the ones with hard&lt;br /&gt;sole &amp; the buckle). You also had a pair of salt-water sandals. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028257646325663058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rcf1sEBiBVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/luSLu1SRauQ/s200/sandals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to be Laura Ingalls Wilder really bad; you wore that&lt;br /&gt;Little House on the Prairie-inspired plaid, ruffle shirt with the high&lt;br /&gt;neck in at least one school picture; and you despised Nellie Olson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted your first kiss to be at a roller rink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hairstyle was described as having "wings" or "feathers" and&lt;br /&gt;you kept it "pretty" with the comb you kept in your back pocket. When&lt;br /&gt;you walked, the "wings" flapped up and down, looked like you were gonna&lt;br /&gt;"take off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who Strawberry Shortcake is, as well as her friends,&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry Muffin and Huckleberry Pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carried a Muppets lunch box to sch ool and it was metal, not&lt;br /&gt;plastic. With the thermos inside some were glass inside and broke the&lt;br /&gt;first time you dropped them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and your girlfriends would fight over which of the Dukes of&lt;br /&gt;Hazzard was your boyfriend. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028258002807948642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rcf2A0BiBWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uz9EuPIwThc/s200/bo.luke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU had Star Wars action figures, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big event in your household each year when t he "Wizard&lt;br /&gt;of Oz" would come on TV. Your mom would break out the popcorn and&lt;br /&gt;sleeping bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often asked your Magic-8 ball the question: "Who will I marry. Shaun Cassidy, Leif Garrett, or David Cassidy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You completely wore out your Grease, Saturday Night Fever, and&lt;br /&gt;Fame soundtrack record album.&lt;br /&gt;You tried to do lots of arts and crafts, like yarn and&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle-stick God's eyes, decoupage, or those weird potholders made on&lt;br /&gt;a plastic loom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made Shrinky-Dinks and put iron-on kittens on your t-shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to tape record songs off the radio by holding your&lt;br /&gt;portable tape player up to the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had subscriptions to Dynamite and Tiger Beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learned everything you needed to know about girl issues from&lt;br /&gt;Judy Blume books. (Are you there God, It's me, Margaret.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought Olivia Newton John's song "Physical" was about aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;(?? its not??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wore friendship pins on your tennis shoes, or shoelaces with&lt;br /&gt;heart or rainbow designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028258350700299634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/Rcf2VEBiBXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ShWmuRVvZ74/s200/solid.gold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drowned yourself in Love's Baby Soft - which was the first&lt;br /&gt;"real" perfume you ever owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You glopped your lips in Strawberry Roll-on lip-gloss till it&lt;br /&gt;almost dripped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-696572481562107604?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/696572481562107604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=696572481562107604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/696572481562107604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/696572481562107604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know-you-were-little-girl-in-70s.html' title='You know you were a little girl in the 70&apos;s &amp; 80&apos;s when...'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RcfxbkBiBGI/AAAAAAAAADM/hCnrtbHlwTk/s72-c/dr.kit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-4005403670416369096</id><published>2007-01-24T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:52:44.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's proud of his Auburn Tigers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbfUuUBiBFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LMQ8trgvc1M/s1600-h/DSC04214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023717801469281362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbfUuUBiBFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LMQ8trgvc1M/s200/DSC04214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;war eagle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-4005403670416369096?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/4005403670416369096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=4005403670416369096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/4005403670416369096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/4005403670416369096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/01/daddys-proud-of-his-auburn-tigers.html' title='Daddy&apos;s proud of his Auburn Tigers'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbfUuUBiBFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LMQ8trgvc1M/s72-c/DSC04214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-6688553866279442677</id><published>2007-01-19T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:11:53.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining, it's snowing, winter winds are blowing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbHApkBiBBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bErTUqhIGzI/s1600-h/snow.r1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022006879772083218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbHApkBiBBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bErTUqhIGzI/s320/snow.r1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbHAqEBiBCI/AAAAAAAAACY/PuW7Pxo08yw/s1600-h/snow.c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022006888362017826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbHAqEBiBCI/AAAAAAAAACY/PuW7Pxo08yw/s320/snow.c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbHAqEBiBDI/AAAAAAAAACg/ggdUdRGJqac/s1600-h/snow.jd"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022006888362017842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbHAqEBiBDI/AAAAAAAAACg/ggdUdRGJqac/s320/snow.jd" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbG-q0BiA9I/AAAAAAAAABg/grfz1uY1Sb8/s1600-h/snow.rachel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbGz20BiA4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/a1ocozn3k5Y/s1600-h/snow.rachel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbGz3EBiA5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4ghJymZmGWU/s1600-h/snow.chloe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls had a great time playing in the snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We bundled up with many shirts, socks, hats, gloves and scarves. Even though we couldn't build a snowman [not enough ground cover] the two younger girls had a wonderful 20 minutes in the snow! I even convinced little miss princess to hang up her dress for the day and put on pants!! My acrobat didn't want to keep her gloves on and learned "I cold", real quick! Big sister had a great time snowball fighting with the neighborhood kids and if it didn't start to sleet heavily she would have stayed out side all day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glad to be able to make Winter Wonderland Memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-6688553866279442677?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/6688553866279442677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=6688553866279442677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/6688553866279442677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/6688553866279442677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-raining-its-snowing-winter-winds.html' title='It&apos;s raining, it&apos;s snowing, winter winds are blowing!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ggqmBF-87MY/RbHApkBiBBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bErTUqhIGzI/s72-c/snow.r1+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-116858539071841836</id><published>2007-01-11T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:03:11.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, ok, ok, I'll post!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Since I'm a 007... most of the excitement in my life is strictly confidential.... HA! ok.. bad excuse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little chicks keep me quite busy! my eldest chick is full of adventure, loves life and people. she's my drama queen, soccer playing, hannah montana fanatic. So much fun!! It's scary though.. some of the music she likes is old remakes of when I was growing up!!! She's shocked when a song comes out and I already know the words! "one up"!:) my middle chick is my tender hearted nurturer, sensitive peacemaker, song writer ballerina princess.. but don't cross her she will bite. my youngest chick is my little ham, loves to laugh, play, sing and wants to be in the middle of every party and already at age 2 is a professional acrobat. I love them dearly and have a great time watching them grow to be the little women God designed them to be. I like what my friend posted "especially creating a team of brothers for the future". I think I will change it to with the LORD'S help..."creating a team of sisters for the future". I always tell them that they are the only sisters they have and will be there for each other forever! Our motto is "love, hugs and kisses"! [When they become teenagers I'll have to modify that one!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for them is that they would love the Lord with all their heart, soul and mind and that they would be good and gentle and kind, be patient, have self-control and love others like Jesus loves! That they would know that God loves them very much, that they were fearfully and wonderfully made and God has a very special plan for their life. Obey Him all the days of their lives, to know God's true word, the Bible and hide it in their hearts. To remember to be more concerned with their inward beauty and know they will always be beautiful on the outside for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a day goes by that some crazy thing goes on... we don't get bored around our house! whoever thought you could turn cooking and cleaning into a game!! ok... forget the cleaning... I clean and turn my back for 5 seconds and well it's not clean anymore! My mom sent me a welcome mat "the house was clean LAST WEEK, sorry you missed it".. I want to change it to "the house was clean 5 seconds ago....what in the world happened? with a picture of a dumbfounded mom with frazzled hair scratching her head with a word bubble..I swore I saw a clean house!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my eldest chick would say.."peace out" for today! And maybe it won't take me so long to post again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-116858539071841836?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/116858539071841836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=116858539071841836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/116858539071841836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/116858539071841836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-ok-ok-ill-post.html' title='ok, ok, ok, I&apos;ll post!!!'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-114524511844926569</id><published>2006-04-16T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:40:16.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>007mom? ARe yoU CRazY??</title><content type='html'>You ask what in the world is 007mom?  We'll it's not that breastfeeding thing.. although I'm cool with that....   I just think, why does eveybody think that James Bond has all the fun and excitement?  Here are a few lines from our famous 007 movies..."Bristiling with excitement and bursting with explosive special effects, and adrenaline-pumping thrill ride with stunts and nonstop action that will astonish you."  "Suave agent assigned to protect [our] beautiful [children], catapulted into a passionate, adrenaline-charged adventure...the unrelenting suspense, breathtaking action and sly wit never let up..."  Sounds like a 007mom to me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-114524511844926569?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/114524511844926569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=114524511844926569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/114524511844926569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/114524511844926569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2006/04/007mom-are-you-crazy.html' title='007mom? ARe yoU CRazY??'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21646839.post-113850315434181673</id><published>2006-01-28T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:52:34.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>007 mom</title><content type='html'>That's what you have to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21646839-113850315434181673?l=007mom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/feeds/113850315434181673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21646839&amp;postID=113850315434181673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/113850315434181673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21646839/posts/default/113850315434181673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://007mom.blogspot.com/2006/01/007-mom.html' title='007 mom'/><author><name>Gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13059007405528184314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
