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term="holiday grief"/><category term="how to help those depressed"/><category term="how to make right choices"/><category term="how to respect your man"/><category term="humor in marriage"/><category term="hurt by death"/><category term="husband"/><category term="husbands"/><category term="intelligent life forms"/><category term="juliemooreonlife"/><category term="learning to grieve"/><category term="life on other planets"/><category term="listening to a friend"/><category term="loss of parent"/><category term="love"/><category term="love for others"/><category term="love language"/><category term="love your man"/><category term="loved on grieving"/><category term="loving God"/><category term="materialistic"/><category term="mentor relationship"/><category term="misunderstood"/><category term="modern conveniences"/><category term="more from life"/><category term="mothers and daughters"/><category term="movies and television"/><category term="my own identity"/><category term="my own person"/><category term="news and politics"/><category term="old barns in Georgia"/><category term="old buildings in Georgia"/><category term="orphaned"/><category term="perfection"/><category term="photography as a hobby"/><category term="pleasing others"/><category term="poem about snoring"/><category term="prayer life"/><category term="praying for one another"/><category term="pregnancy"/><category term="pride"/><category term="prisoner of war"/><category term="punishment of sin"/><category term="recreation"/><category term="rehab"/><category term="respect your man"/><category term="right choices"/><category term="safari animals"/><category term="safari in Georgia"/><category term="self-worth"/><category term="serotonin and depression"/><category term="sex and intimacy"/><category term="sixth grader"/><category term="spayed"/><category term="spiritual"/><category term="spiritual growth"/><category term="stairway to heaven?"/><category term="step out of comfort zone"/><category term="talent"/><category term="the georgia girl writes"/><category term="the red dress club"/><category term="things my parents taught me"/><category term="tomato gardening"/><category term="understanding depression"/><category term="use your talents"/><category term="witty"/><category term="wives"/><category term="women"/><category term="women and beauty"/><category term="women and thier kids"/><category term="women want"/><category term="working my way to heaven"/><title type="text">Pics Prayers and PomPoms</title><subtitle type="html">Making memories, Talking to God and Celebrating Life Together</subtitle><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link 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version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-5227107403038751261</id><published>2011-09-28T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:58:12.690-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brothers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nurses"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surgery"/><title type="text">Ten Things I Discovered Today</title><summary type="text">






One- Friends will be encouraging when you really need them to be.

Two- Encouragement can come in many different ways. Today friends&amp;nbsp;gave me physical hugs, blog, text, and phone hugs, prayers through text, in person and&amp;nbsp;on their own personal time. Love pouring from all directions.

Three- My brother does not know how to fill out paperwork at the doctor's office. His wife must </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5227107403038751261/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/5227107403038751261" rel="replies" title="7 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/5227107403038751261" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/5227107403038751261" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/ten-things-i-discovered-today.html" rel="alternate" title="Ten Things I Discovered Today" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3aqEqF60TCKPgn0MhQF3fd1rzS9-Sm1z1KH5hXr-8Q9g1rfBoglgli-r9cXjfUEMmA-UqUfgp6WdVja8ZE58R-fuCBg2vQIVSl5r-hmQC8fPyTuDhefkRRhMnkhyhafKX7IV_SHeHbr4/s72-c/071.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-6494511884113129185</id><published>2011-09-26T14:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:08:09.104-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="About me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family reunion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Georgia"/><title type="text">A Little Ramblin' A Little About Me</title><summary type="text">







I missed my family reunion Saturday. I was sick and suffering from a swelled up head and sore throat but in truth I really wasn't motivated to go. As relatives pass away the numbers get smaller and it's kind of sad to go when so many are missing.

I remember even just 6 or 7 years ago it seemed the place was packed. Ever heard of Pendergrass Georgia? Talmo? Well that's where I go every </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6494511884113129185/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/6494511884113129185" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/6494511884113129185" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/6494511884113129185" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-ramblin-little-about-me.html" rel="alternate" title="A Little Ramblin' A Little About Me" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpJPtmrB6JpJhjhzMPh78IvhYKWZ2iHszGP9-BmAlcnQ1XXs3jKeh6iquMGVMktnLWtMyvWPOAHRA9xuxjNeOiy3A3xPH5091hsdmoGzk408R2kD1LQ-gkXUIZ7arbN6QWykZDat3wyhw/s72-c/hurricane+shoals.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-3028082303975482521</id><published>2011-09-24T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:01:06.291-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Girl's Worth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God's gave His Son"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Value  Found in Christ"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="What's Your Value"/><title type="text">What's A Girl Worth To Him?</title><summary type="text">







The Past


Life’s about making everyone happy. I try but fail
miserably. And do they let it slide like I do when they mess up? No way. They
make a point to let me know just how bad I&amp;nbsp;loused everything&amp;nbsp; up. I only hear the
negative not the positive. The thing is I never try to hurt anyone it just
comes off that way sometimes. It’s as if when it doesn’t turn out the way they
want </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3028082303975482521/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/3028082303975482521" rel="replies" title="4 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/3028082303975482521" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/3028082303975482521" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-girl-worth-to-him.html" rel="alternate" title="What's A Girl Worth To Him?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtEMfAy1GrI7AP_bXCBvOOuo-NWloKFr-KcIm4-Z0hKJQGz6b729SFDYsJ5LnjMp9RajNhEBayJHQEJZsv5l6Y2ZvVHUMtNn_SC_QIJSeHhBdqS9SOxe1sRKRRh6AzG76umi9sB_l04b0/s72-c/011+-+Copy.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-4443294886322662568</id><published>2011-09-23T10:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:03:00.235-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alec"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sci-Fi"/><title type="text">I Will Have You As Mine</title><summary type="text">


I control all things, every human here on this planet. I am
the only love you need and I will have you. My hypnotic voice draws you in and
once there you cannot leave. There is no way to escape my power, and plan for
your life. By the time you have fallen under my spell of delicious enticement
it’s much too late. You are entangled in my world forever. You will do as I
say, when I say it. There</summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4443294886322662568/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/4443294886322662568" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/4443294886322662568" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/4443294886322662568" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-will-have-you-as-mine.html" rel="alternate" title="I Will Have You As Mine" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwbwBoE3-uBc9azZTC4anl3bjby_uCgLm5fjMDrOh8pikbi9YcaUEYBHUfCC4a4UrRG8LbAB-6FFjnph3oT6_bBjxEyveJ7OAgo8Unfje_fX-LO7e5hUL-pjQOLas76hvacWtZv22Zgs/s72-c/redWritingHoodButton.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-6958252302210642111</id><published>2011-09-22T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:33:09.085-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bears"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gatlinburg"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mountains"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Photos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vacation"/><title type="text">Women and Bears</title><summary type="text">
My trip to Gaitlinburg and Pigeon Forge with my sister-in-laws and mother-in-law was a blast. A hilarious blast! While Control Freak drove us home, I sat in the front holding on to the seat. We rounded the mountains right on the edge and I feared Bug Hater would grab Control Freak's hair pulling it out causing her to go off the side. Bug Hater was even more terrified than me and yelled from the </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6958252302210642111/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/6958252302210642111" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/6958252302210642111" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/6958252302210642111" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/women-and-bears.html" rel="alternate" title="Women and Bears" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezd82FGOTxImiCXn2afK6A_cU1E7OYc741sy3u38nYYUvlBBofCBm1qNPAibW0iMdq6wQXGlqwM2ghxhxBph4_OOq0ewy0pbDnl-C6D1F6RwZlzWeVa6mPovD1CUQ0I8HMselDSkBUrM/s72-c/3+bears+4+best.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-4653984804997795210</id><published>2011-09-19T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T19:35:45.033-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God and depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I Feel Numb to Life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life and Depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Real Me"/><title type="text">Where Is The Happy Me?</title><summary type="text">






The heavy patchwork quilt made of soft cotton lay against my
numb body. The colors of bright pink, light olive green, dark evergreen, mauve,
and clean crisp white&amp;nbsp;that once stood out to me now seem drab and dull.
Colorless. This covering that once brought comfort gives nothing now.


The chuncky chicken salad sandwich with mayo, salt and pepper
on the night stand&amp;nbsp;might have made </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4653984804997795210/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/4653984804997795210" rel="replies" title="18 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/4653984804997795210" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/4653984804997795210" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-is-happy-me.html" rel="alternate" title="Where Is The Happy Me?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggHrIf1AFbXFq9Bduh-jOhoYGTsAc6dFEaOjo4NC5vICrUj5DGgy9CieA24iUqNa854EBnoJS_4PLDJfgx4G0iIk8OxI-9QUuHx6NxVvu3tpJaFu8nPC4M29kXzZoFvWrMtCryDzzsesk/s72-c/old+barn+015.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-3269699346078526230</id><published>2011-09-16T10:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:40:19.084-04:00</updated><title type="text">Rachel's Grace</title><summary type="text">




Your assignment this week from Write on Edge&amp;nbsp;was to write a
piece where you explore the first broken heart for your character – or for you. You can read the beinning of this Science Fiction story here&amp;nbsp;and here.

&amp;nbsp;Just for a little background: Rachel lives on planet Aster. She&amp;nbsp;wonders if there is life elsewhere. in the universe because her life on Aster is so horrible. </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3269699346078526230/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/3269699346078526230" rel="replies" title="14 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/3269699346078526230" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/3269699346078526230" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/rachel.html" rel="alternate" title="Rachel's Grace" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-5471969022170725232</id><published>2011-09-12T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T18:10:49.841-04:00</updated><title type="text">I Did The Unthinkable Because of a Computer!</title><summary type="text">








He sat at the computer every night after dinner, every
Saturday and Sunday, almost every waking moment. I hated the thing. It had
stolen my husband from his family. 


The time I realized this monster was truly my enemy was a
night that will go down in infamy with our family. I was on the phone with a
good friend. We were having a deep conversation about”something important”. I
was </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5471969022170725232/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/5471969022170725232" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/5471969022170725232" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/5471969022170725232" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-did-unthinkable-because-of-computer.html" rel="alternate" title="I Did The Unthinkable Because of a Computer!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDhPJ42PC31omCXXE8AJKOlf7Hk3T1Bui6yTDuXczfcNRobSFrvSeb9JYnA5bxrvhUPnrYFm65WdauNXniILeiMyrAKj1YUa1Sllsvj5i_G8n8taZaukKCjrAy6Hf3UMrwQ7bhyQ94sDE/s72-c/computer.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-2429127760608559946</id><published>2011-09-11T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T13:13:29.987-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="9/11"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christian Women Online"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CWO"/><title type="text">9/11 CWO Featured</title><summary type="text">
Hey Friends,
Follow me over to Christian Women's Online Network where my article commemorating 9/11 is one of the featured articles today. You can find it here.&amp;nbsp;If you like it please go ahead and "like" it. While you're there look around, there's a great assortment of blogs and encouraging articles and forums. I'm now a Staff Writer&amp;nbsp;at CWO&amp;nbsp;so it's a new home for me. Hope to see </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2429127760608559946/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/2429127760608559946" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/2429127760608559946" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/2429127760608559946" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/911-cwo-featured.html" rel="alternate" title="9/11 CWO Featured" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-4386462266382782627</id><published>2011-09-09T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T18:40:54.946-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dogs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spayed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surgery"/><title type="text">Surgery</title><summary type="text">
A sweet friend of mine had surgery today. I dropped her off at the hospital this morning. I was slightly nervous because she had never had any surgery before. 

Leaving her was hard because it was obvious she did not want to be in this strange place with strangers caring for her. But what could I do?

The only thing I could do was pray: Father I haven't had to pray for her very often but today I</summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4386462266382782627/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/4386462266382782627" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/4386462266382782627" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/4386462266382782627" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/surgery.html" rel="alternate" title="Surgery" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-7073322445797078757</id><published>2011-09-08T16:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T00:14:36.508-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Casino"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jeans"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Money"/><title type="text">What If You Won?</title><summary type="text">





There’s
something to be said about the exhilarating feeling of opening the door of a
casino. You have money to burn and you dream of winning big. So big that you’ll
pay off the mortgage, the credit cards, the doctor bills.&amp;nbsp; You will be a hero by the time you’re done
with this place. When you get home your husband will bow down and call you “Queen”.



Your
girlfriends that came with </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7073322445797078757/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/7073322445797078757" rel="replies" title="5 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/7073322445797078757" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/7073322445797078757" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-if-you-won.html" rel="alternate" title="What If You Won?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-7467113534768726773</id><published>2011-09-07T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T07:50:50.666-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thankfulness"/><title type="text">Could You Make a List Of Things You're Thankful For?</title><summary type="text">
Yesterday this would have been hard to do. Today it's easy. It's a ashame that I need to be in a certain mood to find things to be thankful for isn't it? Yeah I know you agree.
Well I'm there today, good attitude and all so here's my list:

1- I'm thankful&amp;nbsp;I had my house cleaned today. It's kind of a stress reliever to know I don't have to do a deep cleaning.

2- I'm thankful for my husband</summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7467113534768726773/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/7467113534768726773" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/7467113534768726773" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/7467113534768726773" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/could-you-make-list-of-things-youre.html" rel="alternate" title="Could You Make a List Of Things You're Thankful For?" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-1325406946900672566</id><published>2011-09-06T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T12:18:08.498-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death of father"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death of mother"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death of parent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grief"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday grief"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="orphaned"/><title type="text">Orphaned</title><summary type="text">


This week&amp;nbsp;Write On Edge asked us&amp;nbsp;to write a memoir piece beginning with the words, “I miss my childhood”.





I miss my childhood because I wasn’t an orphan back then. It
still stings to hear others talking about family holidays with their parents. I
guess that sounds selfish but while I am trying to make new traditions that
feel awkward and forced, others are enjoying the same </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1325406946900672566/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/1325406946900672566" rel="replies" title="15 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/1325406946900672566" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/1325406946900672566" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/orphaned.html" rel="alternate" title="Orphaned" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglCRPPJoNk0skYhGYLKUW5ze9B4_WXpLUGebUDn7JPRXgQk2eVpH8cbMyiy9fohzAt_bQ1JrdOEEgE2fcKcYZ1OtVdLPWx6ylwOZqVUMTXNfK6CCxxiNEAyJ21rdK2dr18bUIemnbiP0U/s72-c/rememberedbutton.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-8441031247464896120</id><published>2011-09-02T14:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T14:10:17.163-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging"/><title type="text">Blogging Changed My Life</title><summary type="text">




I sit in my favorite recliner, laptop propped just right,
staring at a blank Word document. Many ideas running through my head but none
seem to be right for this particular writing prompt. I just checked my stats
and they are really low from yesterday and today. I’m thinking I need to come
up with something fantastic.
Unfortunately I just don’t have anything fantastic today. 


Less than a </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8441031247464896120/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/8441031247464896120" rel="replies" title="16 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/8441031247464896120" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/8441031247464896120" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/09/blogging-changed-my-life.html" rel="alternate" title="Blogging Changed My Life" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3of-L0wXhMY2xxFtweWWAO_-TIUGCrTBAkctqFoviJ1FTXbP75oGBS-36fHyz9K8fYM4zrDu8CAOzilJH081o8ZsSHTg4oKDwqJ0In8V4ZGSOaWFVimd7y2_1u8hyphenhyphenwHBYG60hUfJ9l0/s72-c/IMG00768.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-3375094678185035339</id><published>2011-08-31T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T18:47:49.854-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family movies"/><title type="text">10 Really Good Movies</title><summary type="text">


1- Secondhand Lions. A tale of 2 elderly,  eccentric uncles (Robert Duvall, Micheal Cain) with a hidden fortune on their  property. Their young nephew Walter gets dumped off for the summer by his mother  (Kyra Sedgwick) and he hears of the action adventures his uncles experienced  when they were young men. Heartwarming, heartbreaking, and plenty of dogs, which  you know I love. Wonderful </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3375094678185035339/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/3375094678185035339" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/3375094678185035339" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/3375094678185035339" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/family-movie-suggestions.html" rel="alternate" title="10 Really Good Movies" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6fAf7nPkd83C5LmccDs55nSCvxn8el3vs7nXtzqSBmi33X-qz8y5Z3Pop_jnIuEYrWv_kGYEdcTORfjhX5RfsDwnXdctz83vMsWLlI_JJZzMJyrXZCfYpHZ8N5cZVkev-4Cv1K7URDA/s72-c/second+hand+lions.png" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-4684582087675469981</id><published>2011-08-30T16:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:41:34.668-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebrate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facebook fans"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God's blessings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shining Lighthouse Ministries"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thankful Tuesdays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whoo Hoo"/><title type="text">My Facebook Fans Whoo Hoo on Thankful Tuesday!</title><summary type="text">


Today is Thankful Tuesday here at Pics! I asked my Facebook Fans to tell me what they are celebrating. So I have my Pom Poms up in the air and I’m shaking them like crazy because we have so much to CELEBRATE here at Pic, Prayers and Pom Poms! Here we go:




1-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I’m so excited that I have 30 Facebook fans. I know it’s not huge but I am thankful for my faithful friends who "</summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4684582087675469981/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/4684582087675469981" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/4684582087675469981" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/4684582087675469981" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-facebook-fans-whoo-hoo-on-thankful.html" rel="alternate" title="My Facebook Fans Whoo Hoo on Thankful Tuesday!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlmphJjpJuOw1tPEgLGLhCjtS7YqTy79WTuCOZkKsgiDwHYIP9GFz8I3Olp_xT7XtEu1dxL_05PAHHXmjQUNKZLD7pvvXnTOXgaKUdBbSGqAciJUK86AkKpUYp-cOEeUwomwm0_TtV6ho/s72-c/imagesCA4DXCMI.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-3481452123871475085</id><published>2011-08-29T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T02:41:48.560-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bib Brother 13"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebrating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reality TV"/><title type="text">Celebrating Togetherness Through Big Brother TV</title><summary type="text">


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I'm a reality TV fan. Is that sad or what?&amp;nbsp;However it promotes camaraderie between The Train and myself. He watches Big Brother 13 and Survivor with me. It's amazing how reality TV&amp;nbsp;brings us together and&amp;nbsp;makes for great conversation. 

Train: Hey I watched a fight on YouTube between Shelly and Jordan today. Wonder if they'll show it tonight?

Me: Oh I want to see it</summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3481452123871475085/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/3481452123871475085" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/3481452123871475085" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/3481452123871475085" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/celebrating-togetherness-through-big.html" rel="alternate" title="Celebrating Togetherness Through Big Brother TV" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKA9TjbP_6TMFvZ0cg25tUcJeckgLqdbMgqryX3SIHuc1WPmFzwLANVxLV7ji3CQZ8U2EypTQQw5PcvedTCYz6PxlxZomt95dLP33TpOiZiS9mHdmjm84PHIyWFMJ_3lp5D1VubSn_VE/s72-c/imagesCA1B5UAQ.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-1448001644245654673</id><published>2011-08-27T14:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T14:25:28.511-04:00</updated><title type="text">Only In His Mind...</title><summary type="text">

As he lay in the hospital bed I watched as he drew in a deep breath as if he was smoking a cigarette. I had seen him do this thousands of times over the years, but this was a hallucination. The pain medication had taken him to a place he loved, a place of indulgence with cigarettes, beer, and all his favorite food. His imagination took him there because he had not been allowed to go for weeks </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1448001644245654673/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/1448001644245654673" rel="replies" title="7 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/1448001644245654673" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/1448001644245654673" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/only-in-his-mind.html" rel="alternate" title="Only In His Mind..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjipCexC2FYke686LGVO10m73uDoEvyaS3LXVXRsdMgyeuC1cmDKt5_oh9U9LvW0mgh6wYoZq7JeifKTAr4jcznl-dAcf7bzzCSOZAzHRisZDWRI_LFkC_rFIIAyNUJvjDedBGZDtQl3b8/s72-c/cigarette.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-4947777249957916286</id><published>2011-08-26T07:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T02:36:39.430-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Freedom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tweet challenge"/><title type="text">Set Free</title><summary type="text">


Dark,&amp;nbsp;nothingness, self destruction.

Help, love, acceptance. 

Hope, confidence, wholeness. 

Celebration!&amp;nbsp;LIFE! Freedom!



Prompt from my friends at&amp;nbsp; Write on Edge. Great challenge to write a story in a tweet. 140 characters.




</summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4947777249957916286/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/4947777249957916286" rel="replies" title="21 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/4947777249957916286" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/4947777249957916286" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/set-free.html" rel="alternate" title="Set Free" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-2437888189754818849</id><published>2011-08-25T16:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:58:39.926-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mother/Daughter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vacation"/><title type="text">Mother/Daughter Look Alike</title><summary type="text">The lovely Fox (daughter) and I took a trip to Charleston in July. We wanted to see if we looked alike so we took some crazy pics of ourselves. this is the result of the best time we've ever had together! This is also Day 2 of Shamelessness, Act A Fool.

I know feet aren't something everybody likes to look at but I like nice looking feet. These are nice feet don't you think?&amp;nbsp;Here we did our </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2437888189754818849/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/2437888189754818849" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/2437888189754818849" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/2437888189754818849" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/lovely-fox-daughter-and-i-took-trip-to.html" rel="alternate" title="Mother/Daughter Look Alike" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixoisTuie8FKFVIaQbi7vFjPJByaYorD5pO34XjkxWcEq4vmoFKhn5SXQZF0IIqOFV6-upSOt52SiyBmYzj2PE0KEMLUnDm4EC-N-nqAuBJIsDXf6T1TnbnR7-QDF1g_ZLPoYx3iHrAg/s72-c/charleston+2+037.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-1513794473880774505</id><published>2011-08-23T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:05:56.709-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Depression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Healing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships"/><title type="text">I Didn't Know She Knew</title><summary type="text">
This is my response to a&amp;nbsp; prompt from Write on Edge. I have&amp;nbsp;several memories that I could have written about but most I can't put on paper at this time. This is&amp;nbsp;the one I felt I needed to write about for now.
This week we asked you to explore your  worst memory. What was it? How did it affect you? What  would you have done differently, if anything? We wanted you to imagine the act</summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1513794473880774505/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/1513794473880774505" rel="replies" title="9 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/1513794473880774505" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/1513794473880774505" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-didnt-know-she-knew.html" rel="alternate" title="I Didn't Know She Knew" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-2696598091576622609</id><published>2011-08-23T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T17:43:14.919-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="30 days of shamelessness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Television"/><title type="text"/><summary type="text">30 Days of Shamelessness, a challenge from Lance My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. 

I am not ashamed that I like the television show Little House on the Prairie. It was one of my&amp;nbsp;favorites growing up. 



Me, brother, Mama and Daddy would eat dinner and gather in the living room for television almost every night. My brother and I laid two kitchen chairs down with the backs propped up like a </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2696598091576622609/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/2696598091576622609" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/2696598091576622609" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/2696598091576622609" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-days-of-shamelessness-challenge-from.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwFg59WnYIR9rsaDlbVEK8UQgAMmHVRI-A4KtcWGwqsqs2SnJr9ODRUwrJWb_Y16gZFOqvuqXsu-jAwXmJrBofpREugGWyaPHZTLZS1NdtlVLUETewnoXrnZABSit_vwNHR350lNCqU4/s72-c/imagesCAAZZDP7.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-183449433431397667</id><published>2011-08-21T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:33:21.444-04:00</updated><title type="text">Wedding Day with a Glitch or Two</title><summary type="text">Link up from Flicker of Inspiration from Chicken Noodle Gravy


The Hound’s wedding day was a success.  However there were a few glitches.

1-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I forgot to order the bride’s bouquet. Luckily after a few phone calls I found a florist who said she could have it done by 3:30. Awesome! The wedding was at 4:30.
2-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As I was blow drying my hair at 2:45ish I</summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/183449433431397667/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/183449433431397667" rel="replies" title="9 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/183449433431397667" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/183449433431397667" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/hounds-wedding-day-was-success.html" rel="alternate" title="Wedding Day with a Glitch or Two" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZRzASW8fo0_7ftRimf2lYiVfv4aO2gpAl5YFOH-GJyIcDpD1eLvqOYOewAgz9HZVfmngxNufduryJOzW-64nkRR1Lr7JnjG7sNOH5vWjCMKseuPSTR19_JdK-DbV9wpeMkOyICc6GC0/s72-c/DSC00576.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-8631666176534335807</id><published>2011-08-20T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:02:21.109-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God's Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prayer"/><title type="text">Prayer for Growth and Change</title><summary type="text">




Dear God,
There comes a time when&amp;nbsp;I have to realize some people just don't change. Some of us don't even think we need to change. I find it a shame that we can't see there is always room to grow, always room to love people a little more. 

I believe if we ever get to the point when we think we've come as far as we can it is detrimental to our overall growth. Whether it be physical, </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8631666176534335807/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/8631666176534335807" rel="replies" title="5 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/8631666176534335807" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/8631666176534335807" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayer-for-growth-and-change.html" rel="alternate" title="Prayer for Growth and Change" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemJcJ-xrsP_6r6WRDIk7oxX2K2D49fKG8kHmrj9Br0KatG2PtQENSMnIC4thSlGtisd7p-MLeMF4kvEfupa9iREL3gId-RgoP5CqKvyOVDMQ22W6esnm2dv_vCXmLi2dHVcKC-urV-ic/s72-c/imagesCAC7G859.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009729752630922976.post-2797419055423089322</id><published>2011-08-18T09:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T17:24:41.152-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="celebration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Prayer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Son's marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Talking to God"/><title type="text">Today's Prayer: Son is Getting Married</title><summary type="text">




Dear God,
The Hound is getting married tomorrow. What an amazing thing to be happening to my baby. Yes I know You have told me to let him grow up and&amp;nbsp;I am seriously trying. Is this what you meant? To&amp;nbsp;make him stop needing me anymore and start depending on another woman. 

Yahoooo! Celebrate good times come on!(I'm singing)&amp;nbsp;My pompoms are flying high!

Seriously it probably </summary><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2797419055423089322/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4009729752630922976/2797419055423089322" rel="replies" title="6 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/2797419055423089322" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009729752630922976/posts/default/2797419055423089322" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://picsprayerspompoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/todays-prayer-son-is-getting-married.html" rel="alternate" title="Today's Prayer: Son is Getting Married" type="text/html"/><author><name>Julie Moore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11106460524458340234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQB9xBH38Mvd1ndRihjmzyX-hplYxdnDAl86zV6QUx7vFf1hQzlkm-WciqFxdmxSA7rQxgsTCnbHTmZ7n5FqeE_oYx01wzGNAPY0Q_XxbMqZxvVuvEX9KfQfqe2TQLKI/s220/DSC00544.JPG" width="23"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSNexIbe_WOwy1Cju8MLArsL7ysU-t58ccTFS8DxLtxsF80o2z5zJdVhscdTZgJ-5hx4cU-RVQnVFBO0ME6QjWNjPoFaTORhuNl1weCuGod4pSZVcJSRh2L-N4h9KUPzUDwYEcLof5Jbs/s72-c/223162_212084752143267_100000252302860_780050_7094714_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>