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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_TgzNUZJT1VhcsHYRLwFCI7rrs0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_TgzNUZJT1VhcsHYRLwFCI7rrs0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Over the last couple weeks Baby Brother has decided to toilet train himself. He refused a diaper and insisted we put him on the big toilet and not that dumb little potty chair (thank God I only paid $7 for it), he wanted big boy underoos and will only wear a diaper at night. All on his terms, the pig headed turd...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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The reason I feel this is important is to tell you this tidbit of poop humor...&lt;br /&gt;
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I was doing laundry on my back patio (I hate that my laundry is out there) and my naked toddler, fresh from the bath and not wanting to dress quite yet, is trying to open the sliding glass door. I didn't want him outside in his nude state so I didn't open the door for him, which led to him to try and push the door harder. Well I guess he pushed a little to hard because a pile of poop fell out of him. The expression on his face was priceless! This astonished look of&amp;nbsp;disgust. I ran him upstairs sat him on the pot grabbed my&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Bissell-Little-Green-Portable-Cleaner/dp/B000069K6U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;keywords=little%20green%20carpet%20cleaner&amp;amp;fromGsearch=true&amp;amp;sr=1-1&amp;amp;qid=1310247188&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;searchRank=target104545&amp;amp;id=Bissell%20Little%20Green%20Portable%20Cleaner&amp;amp;node=1038576|1287991011&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;searchNodeID=1038576|1287991011&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=subjectbin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;frombrowse=0"&gt; little green&lt;/a&gt; carpet shampooer, one of my best investments, and cleaned up what the towel left behind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Toilet training is crazy I tell ya! CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vwhfNeaXwjIMIIS7zYXeJdtDbb4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vwhfNeaXwjIMIIS7zYXeJdtDbb4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vwhfNeaXwjIMIIS7zYXeJdtDbb4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vwhfNeaXwjIMIIS7zYXeJdtDbb4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I miss Hawaiian Summers! Maybe, not just Hawaiian ones, maybe I miss the lack of responsibility, and freedom to read and play all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;I do miss the soft grass *Texas is seriously lacking in the grass area right now* and tropical breeze. I do miss the soft sandy beaches, and scent of Huli Huli Chicken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this pointe, however, I do believe it is the responsibility thing. I complained about having to wash dishes twice a week and having to clean my room...which was just toys. Now I have to wash clothes for 4 people and do dishes 6 or 7 nights a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in a whiney mood though, sorry. Woes me...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy some pictures while you are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwAmgjetmto/TgA38iLZ57I/AAAAAAAAApg/zqCZttxa98M/s1600/IMG_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwAmgjetmto/TgA38iLZ57I/AAAAAAAAApg/zqCZttxa98M/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On our way to the beach 1990&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pSntBx96YI/TgA4B82UZsI/AAAAAAAAApk/uQHxwSfWgKQ/s1600/IMG_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0pSntBx96YI/TgA4B82UZsI/AAAAAAAAApk/uQHxwSfWgKQ/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the pass, headed to the beach. Had to stop for a soda and the view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtH7xKXOqfs/TgA3dTCqHYI/AAAAAAAAApc/RHIKevl1nac/s1600/262022_542153934940_292901274_1112990_7351724_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DtH7xKXOqfs/TgA3dTCqHYI/AAAAAAAAApc/RHIKevl1nac/s320/262022_542153934940_292901274_1112990_7351724_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is me walking down the stairs in my ruffle butt bikini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to go on vacation...just Dustin and I. Hawai'i would be wonderfully romantic. Someday, when money is not so tight, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I leave you with this: "...I thank my God through Jesus Christ for you..." Romans 1:8 KJV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-4806119658814219402?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/iznhiRYEvvw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4806119658814219402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=4806119658814219402&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/4806119658814219402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/4806119658814219402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/iznhiRYEvvw/dreaming-of-hawaii-lately.html" title="Dreaming of Hawai'i Lately" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwAmgjetmto/TgA38iLZ57I/AAAAAAAAApg/zqCZttxa98M/s72-c/IMG_0009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2011/06/dreaming-of-hawaii-lately.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ICSXg7cSp7ImA9WhZbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-8204044399041999621</id><published>2011-06-17T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T02:26:08.609-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-17T02:26:08.609-05:00</app:edited><title>Why am I up?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a-xDfZseX-sNWOBsDm64Hv64GyQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a-xDfZseX-sNWOBsDm64Hv64GyQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:40 AM CDT, and I sit here in front of my computer, that now sits on a desk...*happy dance*...tired and alone. Not lonely (no heart ache here), the good alone, the alone where you can think and breath, and hope and dream.&lt;br /&gt;
After digging deep, and getting through all the medical BS, I found an actual list of side effects for the medications Dustin was taking. Funny trend I saw...the side effects were symptoms of Bi-polar. We did more research and found information about dirty tricks drug makers pull and how medical science has never proven any of these afflictions to be true. Doctors who talk about this stuff are&amp;nbsp;ostracized, and they rest blindly go on and&amp;nbsp;prescribe because these pretty young people come in and tell them about these medications. Seriously go do the research for yourself, it will make you sick.&lt;br /&gt;
We don't need medication for stress! We need coping skills, we need to breath, and find a positive outlet. Not something to trow ourselves into to cause more stress! Take up a calming activity, like knitting or sewing, just for you. Collect comic books...write a blog! Like Dustin has started doing. He is &lt;a href="http://tokengeekdad.wordpress.com/"&gt;The Token Geek Dad&lt;/a&gt;! Check him out! He is learning to channel his stress and anger into constructive things. I am so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;
He is Wellbutrin free! And down to 1 Clonazepam half in the morning half at night. He has&amp;nbsp;fought&amp;nbsp;hard and continues to do so. He drives me bananas at time, but he is my best friend! I cannot wait until his body is free of these horrible poisons!&lt;br /&gt;
In other news I took the boys to the dentist. Big brother had 4 cavities, so far he has gotten 2 of them filled. He gets 1 cap next month and another soon after. Baby brother has nearly perfect teeth with a slight overbite.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They are growing so fast I can hardly keep up!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lSHNa6R_PQVTNryWBFoxVHuq0-c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lSHNa6R_PQVTNryWBFoxVHuq0-c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;For&lt;/u&gt; Mother's Day I got this fancy new Android phone. The Samsung Nexus X, and today it occurred to me that perhaps Blogger has an App....and they do!! I'm blogging in the car on the way to my mom's house. No I'm not driving. Dustin is, I'm not crazy. Speaking of crazy and Dustin ....that's a whole other post. I'm off for now because my phone erased about 10 minutes worth of writing and we are almost to our destination. 
&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/5938274642673199546-2175235069594926144?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/Z3cLO4NL5Lg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2175235069594926144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=2175235069594926144&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/2175235069594926144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/2175235069594926144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/Z3cLO4NL5Lg/hello-blogger-my-old-friend.html" title="Hello Blogger My Old Friend" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-blogger-my-old-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBRHw8cCp7ImA9WhZbEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-419992827350316294</id><published>2011-03-14T01:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T16:57:35.278-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-15T16:57:35.278-05:00</app:edited><title>His Deep Love</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WkEDmuZQfplp6wwA93kQqpczG7Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WkEDmuZQfplp6wwA93kQqpczG7Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many people see God  as against people. We all have sin. A person who judges another is  just as much as a sinner as the one he is judging. God loves everyone of  us! He loves Osama Bin Laden, He loves the Westboro Baptist Church, He  loves Obama, and Oprah. He loves Sarah Palin, he loves GW Bush, He loves me and you! He loves gay people, He loves people who don't believe in him, He loves Muslims, He love people who have ended a pregnancy. He is saddened when people rebuke him, or  tell/believe lies about Him, or do things to cause pain to themselves or others, but He is not out to get us. We are not  called to judge each other, we are called to love one another. He is for us, on our  team. He desires to love us. He sent His Son to take on every single sin  past present and future, so we can have a relationship with God. He  wants to walk with us. He is on my team, how about yours?&lt;br /&gt;
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Romans31-36,  31 What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for  us, who can be against us? 32  He who did not spare his own Son, but  gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously  give us all things? 33 Who will bring any charge against those whom God  has chosen? It is God who justifies. 34  Who then is the one who  condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised  to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. 35   Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship  or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 36 As it is  written:&lt;br /&gt;
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“For your sake we face death all day long;&lt;br /&gt;
we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.” {Psalm 44:22}&lt;br /&gt;
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37  No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who  loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither  angels nor demons,[k] neither the present nor the future, nor any  powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation,  will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus  our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;
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HIS GRACE SAVES US!!!! &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/5938274642673199546-419992827350316294?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/pXAadnYb3cA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/419992827350316294/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=419992827350316294&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/419992827350316294?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/419992827350316294?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/pXAadnYb3cA/his-deep-love.html" title="His Deep Love" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2011/03/his-deep-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ECSHkyfSp7ImA9Wx9bE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-3301017356670402720</id><published>2011-02-21T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:41:09.795-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-21T17:41:09.795-06:00</app:edited><title>My Little Loves</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fUA0BYS--0T5tXPzILh9xOfCNeA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fUA0BYS--0T5tXPzILh9xOfCNeA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They have so much love for each other. This mommy could not be happier kissing any other tiny faces, or seeing any eyes other than these two sets looking up at her. I mean adding to them would not be a bad thing if that is what God has planned, but to replace them would be INSANE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh...just thought I would share my love for these two awesome little boys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ODcU6oL_QQ/TWL1a6E8fWI/AAAAAAAAApA/OLO1N2CHfTg/s1600/DSC04350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ODcU6oL_QQ/TWL1a6E8fWI/AAAAAAAAApA/OLO1N2CHfTg/s400/DSC04350.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-3301017356670402720?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/J726NMw6hzk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/3301017356670402720/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=3301017356670402720&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/3301017356670402720?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/3301017356670402720?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/J726NMw6hzk/my-little-loves.html" title="My Little Loves" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ODcU6oL_QQ/TWL1a6E8fWI/AAAAAAAAApA/OLO1N2CHfTg/s72-c/DSC04350.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-little-loves.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YNQn05fyp7ImA9Wx9UF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-2723234358323610795</id><published>2011-02-15T00:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:26:33.327-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T00:26:33.327-06:00</app:edited><title>The Lies I Was Told</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1oSeMN05N4m5608bkXg4KSr3XDE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1oSeMN05N4m5608bkXg4KSr3XDE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1oSeMN05N4m5608bkXg4KSr3XDE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1oSeMN05N4m5608bkXg4KSr3XDE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Autumn, if you live, you will never walk talk or be able to live on your own. -Drs. at birth&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn, you are not smart. -Many of my teachers&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn, you are not pretty. -Class mates&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn, you are a brat. -My siblings&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn, you will never stop wetting the bed. -My Grandmother&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn, you are not cool. -Everyone my own age, where ever we moved&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn, you are not dateable. -All the boys&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn, you are not as good as your brother. -Everyone who knew my brother, before they met me&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn, you will never get a good education, you should find a rich man to take care of you. -My dad(in a joking manner...I took it seriously for a long time)&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn, you will need a maid when you grow up. -my mother&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn, you are not worth it. -Satan&lt;br /&gt;
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All of it is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;
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The TRUTH is:&lt;br /&gt;
I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;
I am smart.&lt;br /&gt;
I am pretty.&lt;br /&gt;
I am sweet and caring.&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped wetting the bed.&lt;br /&gt;
My son thinks I am cool.&lt;br /&gt;
My husband asked me out.&lt;br /&gt;
My brother is not as perfect as everyone thinks he is(although he is pretty awesome).&lt;br /&gt;
I am in college and I can take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;
I do need a maid, I am not the best house keeper, I do try. I have improved though.&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus died for me. He thinks I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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What lies have you believed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-2723234358323610795?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/DthIcnvLVxc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2723234358323610795/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=2723234358323610795&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/2723234358323610795?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/2723234358323610795?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/DthIcnvLVxc/lies-i-was-told.html" title="The Lies I Was Told" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2011/02/lies-i-was-told.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBSH0_eip7ImA9Wx9VFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-7230282506313217441</id><published>2011-01-30T23:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:25:59.342-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-31T10:25:59.342-06:00</app:edited><title>I have been slackin' big time!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I0iSDTrf3fNloU04VHS67bUV9F4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I0iSDTrf3fNloU04VHS67bUV9F4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I0iSDTrf3fNloU04VHS67bUV9F4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/I0iSDTrf3fNloU04VHS67bUV9F4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Christmases were great! Yep we had 2 of them! One with The G Family and one with the D Family. I feel so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Family G &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins and off spring of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUX7kJOQwfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zmu2Ncv3pYM/s1600/DSC04207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUX7kJOQwfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zmu2Ncv3pYM/s320/DSC04207.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brotherly love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUX8Kjokz4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZvkCQ88-GqQ/s1600/DSC04210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUX8Kjokz4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZvkCQ88-GqQ/s320/DSC04210.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Family D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cousins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYDt2Rm9FI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VXigCFx7C1U/s1600/DSC04258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYDt2Rm9FI/AAAAAAAAAlA/VXigCFx7C1U/s320/DSC04258.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My parents are still so in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYH44K5QXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fzBvKS-uVho/s1600/DSC04278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYH44K5QXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fzBvKS-uVho/s320/DSC04278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love me some waffles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYM9gBv5iI/AAAAAAAAAno/9N24d2g5k8I/s1600/DSC04303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUYM9gBv5iI/AAAAAAAAAno/9N24d2g5k8I/s320/DSC04303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that was Christmas. For new years we went to my parents house and blew things up. including nearly blowing up ourselves. Someone threw trash into the fore and a few seconds later small balls of sparlkly fire came at us while we were trying to relax in our chairs and keep warm. Screaming and running and laughter followed. Best part was having my whole family together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*It is very difficult to blog during a movie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next comes the birth of my BFF to her beautiful baby boy! Baby E is so sweet and was born on Jan 16th. He was welcomed by Boy's BFF CS and Little Sister, who is now also Big Sister. I am thrilled for our friends!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Baby Brother is 2!! He ran around on his day saying "two", he says "car", "diaper", "peepee", "ducky", "bubbles", "Bubbah" and lots of other words. He would rather watch a movie with real people than a cartoon. So I stream Blues Clues off of Netflix. I am still trying to teach him to be nice to his big brother.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday we had the annual Goodwin Boy Birthday Bash. We went with a Star Wars theme. I was quite epic. Our friends &lt;a href="http://jenericmatos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen and Eric &lt;/a&gt;helped us make the cakes, which were inspired by a post on &lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=311591.0"&gt;Craftster&lt;/a&gt;. That was a fun time making marshmallow fondant and baking cakes. Eric cut out the shapes and Dustin painted them. Lots of work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUY2En_4MkI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hVBHH1yrl5A/s1600/DSC04362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUY2En_4MkI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hVBHH1yrl5A/s320/DSC04362.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;destroyed in less than a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUY7TlPyIcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nicuErS9PZo/s1600/DSC04364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUY7TlPyIcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nicuErS9PZo/s320/DSC04364.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The boys and their friends had so much fun making light sabers out of&lt;a href="http://www.lowes.com/pd_24421-1410-P10XB/6_0__?productId=3133243&amp;amp;Ntt=pipe+insulation&amp;amp;pl=1&amp;amp;currentURL=%2Fpl__0__s%3FNtt%3Dpipe%2Binsulation"&gt; pipe insulation&lt;/a&gt; and colored tape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Unfortunately Blogger won't let me upload that picture*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So you are caught up...for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-7230282506313217441?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/1E5s3dBJoaE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/7230282506313217441/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=7230282506313217441&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/7230282506313217441?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/7230282506313217441?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/1E5s3dBJoaE/i-have-been-slackin-big-time.html" title="I have been slackin' big time!" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TUX7kJOQwfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/zmu2Ncv3pYM/s72-c/DSC04207.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-been-slackin-big-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cNQH8yfSp7ImA9Wx9TFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-6570486179399556380</id><published>2010-11-21T22:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:44:51.195-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-21T22:44:51.195-06:00</app:edited><title>Surrender</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FbnudPii6Pt3zQXwQQD27F91Nns/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FbnudPii6Pt3zQXwQQD27F91Nns/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FbnudPii6Pt3zQXwQQD27F91Nns/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FbnudPii6Pt3zQXwQQD27F91Nns/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The hardest thing to do is let go, we cling so hard to our control over  the very fabric that holds us together by insisting that we must know  whats best for us. From your cell phone to your car to the chair you sit  in at work non of these inanimate objects can function with out your  assistance you in essence control them. Then we go as far as thinking we  actually have the mental capacity much less the know how to control a  person, how many times are spouses guilty of trying to make one another  do what they want. The fact of the matter is that we don't have control  over anything, at this very moment there are physicists attempting to  make protons collide in order to understand how life it's self started,  man will always be limited by his own ignorance. We are not even  biologically capable of controlling the very chemicals in our brain that  control our emotions. As Christians we have trouble casting all our  cares at the foot of the throne of God (giving up control) I personally  have gone as far as asking if someone could tell me how to do it, the  truth is know one can tell you how to hand over your life to Jesus. It's  a decision, you must be willing to give up and say "I surrender" and  the minute that little seam opens in your heart God will pour in and do  the rest, you know you are filled with the Holy Spirit when nothing else  but serving your God matters. So fall to your knees with your face to  the ground and say to God at this moment " I surrender" all I have is  yours, what a great feeling it is to let go of everything you have been  caring your whole life and give it up to the Lord God Almighty! in His  mighty hands your troubles are like a grain of sand so he has plenty of  room for everyone's problems. Have hope Beloved you have someone there  waiting for you, eager to help and He has made life, and He will wait as  long as it takes for you to let go and fall into His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D.B.Goodwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-6570486179399556380?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/QlMz5sl_onw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6570486179399556380/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=6570486179399556380&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/6570486179399556380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/6570486179399556380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/QlMz5sl_onw/surrender_21.html" title="Surrender" /><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633599386075953846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKSyg3CFiz8/TLtwd8BsH7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6Wtj4iw3aLg/S220/DSC03698.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/surrender_21.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DQHw_cSp7ImA9Wx9TFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-9028259392550676502</id><published>2010-11-21T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:42:51.249-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-21T22:42:51.249-06:00</app:edited><title>Purpose</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wmgRRlVRmNC6nwe7BcDLE7lapmo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wmgRRlVRmNC6nwe7BcDLE7lapmo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wmgRRlVRmNC6nwe7BcDLE7lapmo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wmgRRlVRmNC6nwe7BcDLE7lapmo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;"Because  of Jesus' perfect work on the cross I am righteous by His blood, and I  am greatly Blessed, Highly favored and Deeply loved! I expect good  things to come my way. I expect good success and have a confident expectation of good!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;The  purpose of life is to live, don't sell your self short by settling for  anything less than your wildest dreams. God is willing and waiting He wants to  bless you beyond anything you ever thought was possible, because there  is no limit to His love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-9028259392550676502?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/XjSrcnt3LZ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/9028259392550676502/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=9028259392550676502&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/9028259392550676502?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/9028259392550676502?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/XjSrcnt3LZ8/purpose.html" title="Purpose" /><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633599386075953846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKSyg3CFiz8/TLtwd8BsH7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6Wtj4iw3aLg/S220/DSC03698.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/purpose.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMNQ3k4fyp7ImA9Wx5aFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-6654735338436411602</id><published>2010-11-11T22:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T03:34:52.737-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-12T03:34:52.737-06:00</app:edited><title>Keeping Good Company</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QQMe342kdOH1OZAWoSzapA-pAmg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QQMe342kdOH1OZAWoSzapA-pAmg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QQMe342kdOH1OZAWoSzapA-pAmg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QQMe342kdOH1OZAWoSzapA-pAmg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I recently respond to a family member's frustration with  friends talking behind his/her back with this statement and I thought I should share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I have learned that if you ever want to let God prosper you and receive your inheritance from this world, you must start with keeping good company. "Bad company corrupts good character" 1 Corinthians 15:33. You are deceived by the fact that other peoples opinions of you matter and there for robbed of the all the great qualities that God has blessed you with that make you, you. Free yourself from the shackles of society that bind you and become the man you are meant to be a man that is not afraid to stand up for himself, a man that you would be proud to call friend."&lt;br /&gt;
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-D.B.Goodwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-6654735338436411602?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/-HchOMUqJoM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6654735338436411602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=6654735338436411602&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/6654735338436411602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/6654735338436411602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/-HchOMUqJoM/keeping-good-company.html" title="Keeping Good Company" /><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633599386075953846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKSyg3CFiz8/TLtwd8BsH7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6Wtj4iw3aLg/S220/DSC03698.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/keeping-good-company.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBRXgyeyp7ImA9Wx5aEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-5901272384904463851</id><published>2010-11-08T17:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:15:54.693-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-08T17:15:54.693-06:00</app:edited><title>Halloween!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yhA_jZhxmEJLVfNolZWwb76KRwY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yhA_jZhxmEJLVfNolZWwb76KRwY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year Boy wanted to dress as a Jedi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAPi2mdhSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4TeWvHFAJS0/s1600/DSC03894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAPi2mdhSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4TeWvHFAJS0/s320/DSC03894.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a Golf Pro costume for Brother from Peepaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAPzNjKKcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5EsdqlHtrOE/s1600/DSC03902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAPzNjKKcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/5EsdqlHtrOE/s320/DSC03902.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A master trick-or-treater an such a young age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQArYBaII/AAAAAAAAAgw/WVRDY4DNucg/s1600/DSC03914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQArYBaII/AAAAAAAAAgw/WVRDY4DNucg/s320/DSC03914.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm...should I use the 9 iron?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQOue4dUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/BONpYksffiY/s1600/DSC03890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQOue4dUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/BONpYksffiY/s320/DSC03890.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family portrait at the Pumpkin Patch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQaFzGQiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SgMf0vGFVEU/s1600/DSC03824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQaFzGQiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SgMf0vGFVEU/s320/DSC03824.JPG" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boy and his pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQnpv0oXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VRDMxTZ7Z-Q/s1600/DSC03839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAQnpv0oXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VRDMxTZ7Z-Q/s320/DSC03839.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Striking a pose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAT2IbFmKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/DxGsYpedjg8/s1600/DSC03893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAT2IbFmKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/DxGsYpedjg8/s320/DSC03893.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOOK AT THE PUMPKIN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAT_6eMlhI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vp7XlFOHWN8/s1600/DSC03796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAT_6eMlhI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vp7XlFOHWN8/s320/DSC03796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I would like to say that Baby Brother is a CANDY MONSTER! He got a taste and will not be happy when it is all gone! Us Goodwin's had a good Halloween, how was yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-5901272384904463851?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/IyLdzo2Mn90" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/5901272384904463851/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=5901272384904463851&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/5901272384904463851?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/5901272384904463851?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/IyLdzo2Mn90/halloween.html" title="Halloween!" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TNAPi2mdhSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/4TeWvHFAJS0/s72-c/DSC03894.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcFQH0-fip7ImA9Wx5UFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-6719639559455421319</id><published>2010-10-21T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:20:11.356-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-21T11:20:11.356-05:00</app:edited><title>Bullies and the Bullied</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sXXuVZySBuHrW0F0Cwg6ovw36JY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sXXuVZySBuHrW0F0Cwg6ovw36JY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I have started reading the blog &lt;a href="http://www.danoah.com/"&gt;Single Dad Laughing&lt;/a&gt; and I really enjoy it. A few weeks ago he posted about &lt;a href="http://www.danoah.com/2010/10/memoirs-of-bullied-kid.html"&gt;bullies and his life dealing with them&lt;/a&gt;. This was hard to read, I was constantly picked on as a child. I was tall and lanky, all knees and elbows. I wore out of date clothes (mostly hand-me-downs from my sister) that look awful on me. I never felt pretty, I desperately wanted to be every ones friend. We were a military family and I was a perpetual new kid. I cried a lot, but I don't remember ever wanting to kill myself, mostly because I didn't want to hurt my parents. Home was my saving grace. My parents always let me know how much they loved me.&lt;br /&gt;
Instead of hating myself I hate cities where I was most unhappy. I hated Tucson AZ. until we went there on a vacation. For my 28th birthday I discovered Tucson was not a horrible, dark, unfriendly, hell hole. It is beautiful with all the mountains and palm trees. I still, however, hold a grudge on Lockhart TX. I was miserable in that town, my days were spent at the library and riding around on my bike avoiding certain neighborhoods where the evil bullies hung out.&lt;br /&gt;
I love home though, evn though it was a tiny 2bdrm single wide trailer, and my mom was quite ill(Lupus). Each morning my dad would cook us a hot breakfast and we would do a daily devotional.&lt;br /&gt;
In these to places I didn't even have friends my age at church! Adults adored me, but kids thought I was weird. That's until the Blankes came to town and I received the blessing of Krystal and Grace. Without them I would have had nothing. They were homeschooled and we had so many adventures at their home out in the country.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, as I have grown I have discovered that everyone needs to feel loved, and those that do not lash out at those who do. They have the goal to break down every one so they are below them. As Dan has stated in his blog, "put your arms around a bully" give them a hug. Also love those who are bullied! All of them, no matter the reason!&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday I wore purple to remember the teens who have killed themselves for being bullied for being gay. Yes, conservative Christian Autumn! These kids were God's! He love all of us, no matter where we are in life. And as Christians it is up to us to love them! Shame on those who bullied them and called themselves Christians, shame on people who bully other in God's name. My God is the God of love and compassion. As a Christian I speak the truth in love, and love my neighbor and myself. You are all my neighbors! I expect you to keep me accountable for this. I have some apologizing to do, I know this. I am far from perfect but I am forgiven much, and therefor love much.&lt;br /&gt;
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I kinda went all over the place with this post...but I hope you get my message.&lt;br /&gt;
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"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." John 13:34-35&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-6719639559455421319?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/drW-GPPAxA8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6719639559455421319/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=6719639559455421319&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/6719639559455421319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/6719639559455421319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/drW-GPPAxA8/bullies-and-bullied.html" title="Bullies and the Bullied" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/bullies-and-bullied.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGSHsycCp7ImA9Wx5UE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-9056315756002206535</id><published>2010-10-17T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T16:50:29.598-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-17T16:50:29.598-05:00</app:edited><title>Introduction</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LH5CjwYH75r1fzyT_vDc3Q59_TI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LH5CjwYH75r1fzyT_vDc3Q59_TI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LH5CjwYH75r1fzyT_vDc3Q59_TI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LH5CjwYH75r1fzyT_vDc3Q59_TI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hello my friends, today I am all jazzed! I finally convinced Dustin to blog! Like everything else in my life, we now will share this special place.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, without further ado,&lt;br /&gt;
I give you Dustin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-9056315756002206535?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/P7N0Xkoqfdw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/9056315756002206535/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=9056315756002206535&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/9056315756002206535?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/9056315756002206535?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/P7N0Xkoqfdw/introduction.html" title="Introduction" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/introduction.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMRX0zfyp7ImA9Wx5UE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-2268937403073817253</id><published>2010-10-17T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T16:39:44.387-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-17T16:39:44.387-05:00</app:edited><title>Sink or Swim</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KuA_R-8FRD9JO82de4xsZ-CMj1M/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KuA_R-8FRD9JO82de4xsZ-CMj1M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KuA_R-8FRD9JO82de4xsZ-CMj1M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KuA_R-8FRD9JO82de4xsZ-CMj1M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Learning  to swim means letting go of the side of the pool, as child I am  reminded of how massive the pool seemed to me and how I was so afraid of  the water because it looked deeper beyond what I could see. Learning to  swim is not an easy task but eventually you will have to let go. &lt;/span&gt;Your relationship with God in the same way  requires that you let go of the world and trust in Him to keep you a  float, at first you may be frightened of letting go of all the problems  and worries you are drowning in, but once you let go of &lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;them  and come to the surface God will be there holding out His hand to pull  you out of the pool of despair. Learning to trust in God is no easy task  but eventually if you let go He will pull you out of the water and you  will for the first time breath easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-2268937403073817253?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/nCZFxBkr8Ss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2268937403073817253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=2268937403073817253&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/2268937403073817253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/2268937403073817253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/nCZFxBkr8Ss/sink-or-swim.html" title="Sink or Swim" /><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10633599386075953846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YKSyg3CFiz8/TLtwd8BsH7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6Wtj4iw3aLg/S220/DSC03698.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/sink-or-swim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEINQ3Y8eyp7ImA9Wx5VGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-2186891365317341764</id><published>2010-10-13T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:03:12.873-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-13T14:03:12.873-05:00</app:edited><title>Hi!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F9DfWhxap_rN4gWW9x13Tr9JPaU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F9DfWhxap_rN4gWW9x13Tr9JPaU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F9DfWhxap_rN4gWW9x13Tr9JPaU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F9DfWhxap_rN4gWW9x13Tr9JPaU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Haven't posted in a while.&lt;br /&gt;
I have been busy with school, and parenting and best of all making my marriage stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;
Prayer and unconditional love and understanding make such a difference!  Amen!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some cute moments from a zoo trip we took the other day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_ssmRRUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/t02u4FhmwwM/s1600/DSC03705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_ssmRRUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/t02u4FhmwwM/s320/DSC03705.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Talking about what to see first. Deep thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_5TccBBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LRx0qMZQNEM/s1600/DSC03708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_5TccBBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LRx0qMZQNEM/s320/DSC03708.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do you see how involved he is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAOwGbcyI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5QUKcNLbOB0/s1600/DSC03746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAOwGbcyI/AAAAAAAAAgU/5QUKcNLbOB0/s320/DSC03746.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lovin' my babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAeEl8OcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4YvMw6fJr0Y/s1600/DSC03762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAeEl8OcI/AAAAAAAAAgY/4YvMw6fJr0Y/s320/DSC03762.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So big! I love how the bathroom has a sink just for little ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAqCrqJCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/H45OynkSJms/s1600/DSC03767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYAqCrqJCI/AAAAAAAAAgc/H45OynkSJms/s320/DSC03767.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look at that cute face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYA5huDWJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PvRwkUaoBlg/s1600/DSC03768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYA5huDWJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PvRwkUaoBlg/s320/DSC03768.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gone fishing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYBKfkgOAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7ialRd00huE/s1600/DSC03769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLYBKfkgOAI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7ialRd00huE/s320/DSC03769.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Knocked out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_aFfV8KI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fQHAoGr54ZQ/s1600/DSC03698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_aFfV8KI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fQHAoGr54ZQ/s320/DSC03698.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes friends that is a genuine SMILE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-2186891365317341764?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/6481Zo5Q_fk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2186891365317341764/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=2186891365317341764&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/2186891365317341764?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/2186891365317341764?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/6481Zo5Q_fk/hi.html" title="Hi!" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TLX_ssmRRUI/AAAAAAAAAgM/t02u4FhmwwM/s72-c/DSC03705.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMQH4_fCp7ImA9Wx5TGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-4638502277086478991</id><published>2010-08-04T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:33:01.044-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-04T16:33:01.044-05:00</app:edited><title>Boys Grow too fast</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q9AwY44PRP_3NZw6qIiZBSNzjJY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q9AwY44PRP_3NZw6qIiZBSNzjJY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q9AwY44PRP_3NZw6qIiZBSNzjJY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q9AwY44PRP_3NZw6qIiZBSNzjJY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Boy is 5 1/2 today, Baby brother is 18 months as of July 24th!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Time,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stop Flying so fast!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-4638502277086478991?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/V-pUkDglxVI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/4638502277086478991/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=4638502277086478991&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/4638502277086478991?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/4638502277086478991?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/V-pUkDglxVI/boys-grow-too-fast.html" title="Boys Grow too fast" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/08/boys-grow-too-fast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cGQ3s7eSp7ImA9Wx5TGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-2264815621684068368</id><published>2010-08-04T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:10:22.501-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-04T14:10:22.501-05:00</app:edited><title>Worldess Wednesday: Don't Mess With Mommy!</title><content type="html">
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5iLojEWo5uOfKfXluhv6imCNKV4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5iLojEWo5uOfKfXluhv6imCNKV4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5iLojEWo5uOfKfXluhv6imCNKV4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5iLojEWo5uOfKfXluhv6imCNKV4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kindergarten is just around the corner. Although I am not a fan of public schools as they stand right now. (I hope to change them somewhat when I start teaching, which is another post.)&lt;br /&gt;
Boy starts Kinder August 23rd, in a way I am excited for him. I am mostly scared and nervous. What will I do without my precious boy all day? Oh yeah, work on my education.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway here is a list of his supplies.&lt;br /&gt;
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1 Blunt scissors (Fiskars preferred)&lt;br /&gt;
2 Boxes of 16 or 24 count crayons (Crayola preferred) &lt;br /&gt;
2 Glue bottles (4 oz. or more, Elmer’s preferred) or 4 glue sticks &lt;br /&gt;
1 Set of markers (8 count, washable, Crayola preferred) &lt;br /&gt;
1 Set of watercolor paints (basic colors, Crayola or Pang preferred) &lt;br /&gt;
6 Pencils, #2 wooden, yellow only, sharpened &lt;br /&gt;
1 Large pink eraser or 1 pkg. of pencil top erasers &lt;br /&gt;
2 Folders with fasteners and pockets (1 red, 1 yellow) &lt;br /&gt;
2 Spiral notebooks (60 – 100 page count or more) &lt;br /&gt;
1 Plastic box for school supplies &lt;br /&gt;
1 Large boxes of Kleenex tissue &lt;br /&gt;
1 Box of Ziploc bags gallon size – girls 1 Box of Ziploc bags quart size – boys &lt;br /&gt;
1 Backpack with zipper (13x9 or larger) NO WHEELS, labeled &lt;br /&gt;
1 Bath size towel (labeled) – no mats, blankets or pillows &lt;br /&gt;
1 Change of clothes (labeled and in Ziploc bag)&lt;br /&gt;
*  please note – Some supplies will be collected and used as community  property. Please do not label supplies unless indicated above.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it crazy that they want that specific brand? I need a backpack with his name stitched on it, I also want his name stitched on his towel.&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot wait to go shopping!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-8914192439118095509?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/vZ1fAox0hdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8914192439118095509/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=8914192439118095509&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/8914192439118095509?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/8914192439118095509?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/vZ1fAox0hdI/school.html" title="School" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/07/school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcFQXc6fip7ImA9WxFaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-8420602993364937028</id><published>2010-07-21T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T10:43:30.916-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-21T10:43:30.916-05:00</app:edited><title>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bwe1rXmI6PdnUz2CRR1NG3PqRAw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bwe1rXmI6PdnUz2CRR1NG3PqRAw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wont give up.&lt;br /&gt;
I am at peace with what I decide.&lt;br /&gt;
God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;
I must be strong for them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TESb65LF0-I/AAAAAAAAAfI/E3z63JUyOr4/s1600/DSC03290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TESb65LF0-I/AAAAAAAAAfI/E3z63JUyOr4/s400/DSC03290.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They are wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-6427672929202060665?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/r6jCtbrM910" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/6427672929202060665/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=6427672929202060665&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/6427672929202060665?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/6427672929202060665?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/r6jCtbrM910/i-wont-give-up.html" title="" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TESb65LF0-I/AAAAAAAAAfI/E3z63JUyOr4/s72-c/DSC03290.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wont-give-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkANQX06fip7ImA9WxFbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-2487538722409523491</id><published>2010-07-12T22:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:13:10.316-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-12T22:13:10.316-05:00</app:edited><title>I Should Stop</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pQVoV-231eLI3dYz_wTVRJYsMoA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pQVoV-231eLI3dYz_wTVRJYsMoA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pQVoV-231eLI3dYz_wTVRJYsMoA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pQVoV-231eLI3dYz_wTVRJYsMoA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I need to stop dreaming. Stop coming up with ideas and researching, hes just going to shoot them down.&lt;br /&gt;
So next time I get on here and start blogging about a fantastic idea or a dream I may have...tell me to stop, so I dont get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;
I am in emotional turmoil right now over turning our life into a great adventure.&lt;br /&gt;
I need a change of scenery, I want my boys to see the Grand Canyon and Red Rocks, and The Space Needle. I want to change everything about our life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But It wont happen...so I am done.&lt;br /&gt;
No more kids, no adventure. And probably no homeschooling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-2487538722409523491?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/tArcKPb5sbM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/2487538722409523491/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=2487538722409523491&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/2487538722409523491?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/2487538722409523491?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/tArcKPb5sbM/i-should-stop.html" title="I Should Stop" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-should-stop.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEMR3o9eSp7ImA9WxFbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-8825992724850742629</id><published>2010-07-11T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:24:46.461-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-11T23:24:46.461-05:00</app:edited><title>Sunday is Coming</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GebcSiO-FhN2W0J_0cMSn4qASrI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GebcSiO-FhN2W0J_0cMSn4qASrI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GebcSiO-FhN2W0J_0cMSn4qASrI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GebcSiO-FhN2W0J_0cMSn4qASrI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Today is Friday, but Sunday is coming"&lt;br /&gt;
Today we had a great lesson in church. We went!&lt;br /&gt;
I sat between Dustin and my mom and Boy spent much of service on my lap. Baby was in Bible class having fun and singing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was a good day!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On another note...Why do good shows almost always get canceled? Been watchin Firefly. Makes me talk funny. Love that show! Love Nathan Fallion! Please ABC keep Castle on TV!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lol.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There you have my random thoughts :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-8825992724850742629?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/wyMdVDiD56I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8825992724850742629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=8825992724850742629&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/8825992724850742629?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/8825992724850742629?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/wyMdVDiD56I/sunday-is-coming.html" title="Sunday is Coming" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunday-is-coming.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEERn09fyp7ImA9WxFbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-8105174296824807811</id><published>2010-07-09T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:23:27.367-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-09T11:23:27.367-05:00</app:edited><title>Five Things Friday</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wksc6F7uoingwMTRR_e-3Ps3BxM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wksc6F7uoingwMTRR_e-3Ps3BxM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wksc6F7uoingwMTRR_e-3Ps3BxM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wksc6F7uoingwMTRR_e-3Ps3BxM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. My parents keep asking when I will cut Baby Brother's hair; I say  "NEVER!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. Boy is so melodramatic!! Everything is such a big deal! Its kinda driving me nuts to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. I feel kind of cut off from the world, I don't know why. Maybe I'm afraid how people will react to me with Dustin's disorder. But have I ever been fully part of anything? Just a thought I guess.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4. I felt very special and included at D's cousins baby shower. There are times I wish we could move to Del Rio to be closer to his family...they are full of awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5. I got contacts, and I like them a lot! Maybe one day I will get lasik. I like being free of glasses, especially since Baby Brother likes to rip them off my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5938274642673199546-8105174296824807811?l=autumnjadeg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~4/56BUSd5RXCY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/feeds/8105174296824807811/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5938274642673199546&amp;postID=8105174296824807811&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/8105174296824807811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5938274642673199546/posts/default/8105174296824807811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AutumnsLifeAndThoughts/~3/56BUSd5RXCY/five-things-friday.html" title="Five Things Friday" /><author><name>AJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06420994002258456537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xuwz270SDoA/TEnvEEU_NCI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Ti9J_vS2aNE/S220/DSC03245.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://autumnjadeg.blogspot.com/2010/07/five-things-friday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHR3s8eip7ImA9WxFUGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5938274642673199546.post-2579721057048126982</id><published>2010-06-30T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:00:36.572-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-30T11:00:36.572-05:00</app:edited><title>Wishing For Happiness</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qjf-npiCcyMCGLZTRxVvqM8ZJfw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qjf-npiCcyMCGLZTRxVvqM8ZJfw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qjf-npiCcyMCGLZTRxVvqM8ZJfw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qjf-npiCcyMCGLZTRxVvqM8ZJfw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Imagine if you will, things that bring you simple pleasures. Then imagine getting no pleasure from it even though you desperately want to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I live for simple pleasures. A glass of sweet tea and a PBJ, a girly movie, silly time with my boys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sadly my other half gets no joy from anything. He would be sad at Disney World. He tries to be happy, it just takes an exhausting amount of work on his part.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How do I live with a blue man? Everyday is a struggle and his "make me happy purchases" are making us broke.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I need sanity, and my own happy. Everyday I do what I can to create happy for me and my babies. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss this smile being genuine...&lt;br /&gt;
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