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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFQHwzeSp7ImA9WxNbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414</id><updated>2009-11-15T20:13:31.281-05:00</updated><title>My Little Slice of Heaven</title><subtitle type="html">Vignettes of a Life in Transition</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>313</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/gyqK" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFQHwyeip7ImA9WxNbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-1079292874635974004</id><published>2009-11-15T18:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:13:31.292-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-15T20:13:31.292-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sunday's" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="exercise" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Of Birthdays and Blessings...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SwClscI5C7I/AAAAAAAABh0/3YqM4FT7TnE/s1600-h/seattle+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 648px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404501735730908082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SwClscI5C7I/AAAAAAAABh0/3YqM4FT7TnE/s400/seattle+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Message I wrote in the sand when Andrew and I visited the Pacific Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well today was a good day. I grew another year wiser. I spent the morning with the family and cleaning up around my creative space. Doing some necessary organizing, getting ready for Lauren to come and then my parents visit in December. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We made the 11:00 service this morning and it was a great one. God is such an awesome God. His blessings are so great, above all that we can ask or think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got in a great workout this afternoon. I am trying to increase my stamina for longer durations so when I start running, I won't get as winded. I know that may be a strange approach, but so far it is working. I am within four pounds of the goal I set for Thanksgiving. With a week and a half to go, maybe I can lose another pound or two by then. Once I reach that goal, then I will have 15 pounds left to lose to reach my final goal. As of today, I have lost twenty pounds since August. But the aspect of it that I am most proud of is the exercise. I have really made that a priority and it is paying off. I can see a big difference. So can Andrew, so that is very encouraging. When I finished my workout today, he told me that he was very proud of me and very impressed with my exercise discipline. Although I am not doing it for accolades or recognition from someone else, it does feel good to know that my husband is noticing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This time, I am doing this for me...because I deserve it. I deserve to feel good about myself and my accomplishments. I don't want anything to hold me back from the things I want to do in life. Although I didn't have tons of weight to lose, I was still over what I should be for my body type and my bone structure. I allowed that to hinder me from so many things. But mostly, I want to be in good physical shape so that as I get older, I can possibly avoid some of the illnesses that befall those who have extra weight on them. I also want to be physically able to run and be more active. I do have a four year old son that is very active. As the years go on, I want to be able to keep up. I have always wanted to run marathons. Losing the weight is getting me closer to that goal. Not to mention all the cute clothes I will be able to fit into! HA! HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it is getting down to the end of the day, I am getting tired and plan on resting this evening. God forgive me for not going to church tonight. But I do plan to listen to a preaching CD and get my praise on here at home tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, as I turned 43, I want to say how thankful I am for all of God's blessings...I am thankful for God living inside of me, guiding me daily, blessing me beyond measure. I am thankful for my family, our health, and all the things God has added unto us. There are so many blessings that I can't name them all. I am thankful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-1079292874635974004?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1079292874635974004/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=1079292874635974004" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/1079292874635974004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/1079292874635974004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-birthdays-and-blessings.html" title="Of Birthdays and Blessings..." /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SwClscI5C7I/AAAAAAAABh0/3YqM4FT7TnE/s72-c/seattle+048.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEBRHwzfip7ImA9WxNUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-5466370112680169</id><published>2009-11-10T09:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:34:15.286-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-10T09:34:15.286-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="at home" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pets" /><title>Around the house this weekend...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svl067ohwFI/AAAAAAAABho/cO_Ss3Leu0k/s1600-h/various1109+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402477783796531282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svl067ohwFI/AAAAAAAABho/cO_Ss3Leu0k/s400/various1109+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend Andrew was gone to the golf tournament, so the kids and I just spent our time lazing around the house just doing whatever we felt like doing.  Which turned out to be--not much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time outdoors in the sunshine.  Well, Noah was playing outside and I was sitting in one of the red deck chairs reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svl0o8UQRoI/AAAAAAAABhg/3y_wF2ozRJg/s1600-h/various1109+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402477474742290050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svl0o8UQRoI/AAAAAAAABhg/3y_wF2ozRJg/s400/various1109+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan and I also did some crocheting.  Megan is working on a throw to give to someone as a Christmas gift.  I won't reveal who that someone is, I don't want to spoil the surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svl0exKJxiI/AAAAAAAABhY/3jQ8Mj3Nu0E/s1600-h/various1109+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402477299948439074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svl0exKJxiI/AAAAAAAABhY/3jQ8Mj3Nu0E/s400/various1109+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; It all started with this yarn.  I had this laying around for a long time and finally decided to do something with it.  I first thought I would make a scarf but when I got into it, I decided to try something else.  Then I just stopped not sure what direction I was heading with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday after Megan's art class we went to Michaels and I bought this yarn.  I have been wanting to add some color to the living room and like the blue and brown together.  So I started working on a throw to put on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svl0Uc_p7hI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ZYspjTazHKg/s1600-h/various1109+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402477122737008146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svl0Uc_p7hI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ZYspjTazHKg/s400/various1109+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svlzip9w8cI/AAAAAAAABhI/4ilzeofkhsA/s1600-h/various1109+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402476267225280962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svlzip9w8cI/AAAAAAAABhI/4ilzeofkhsA/s400/various1109+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mister BeauxJangles was looking quite dapper on Saturday.  He posed very nicely for his photo.  I know he is really thinking that he would like for me to open the door and toss out some goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvlzUtco1xI/AAAAAAAABhA/ZiX6bXikXuY/s1600-h/various1109+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402476027641911058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvlzUtco1xI/AAAAAAAABhA/ZiX6bXikXuY/s400/various1109+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadie is looking in to see what is going on inside.  I think she is ready to come in for the evening.  She is an early to bed, early to rise little doggie.  So I think she is ready to come in and get in her bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvlzIZOnfpI/AAAAAAAABg4/XVAGDgjlx1E/s1600-h/various1109+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvlzIZOnfpI/AAAAAAAABg4/XVAGDgjlx1E/s1600-h/various1109+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402475816055963282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvlzIZOnfpI/AAAAAAAABg4/XVAGDgjlx1E/s400/various1109+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvlzIZOnfpI/AAAAAAAABg4/XVAGDgjlx1E/s1600-h/various1109+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, after playing outside and getting a bit dirty, Noah was getting cleaned up and decided to have a little fun with the soap bubbles.  He said he looked like daddy with a beard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvlzIZOnfpI/AAAAAAAABg4/XVAGDgjlx1E/s1600-h/various1109+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvlzIZOnfpI/AAAAAAAABg4/XVAGDgjlx1E/s1600-h/various1109+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvlzIZOnfpI/AAAAAAAABg4/XVAGDgjlx1E/s1600-h/various1109+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvlzIZOnfpI/AAAAAAAABg4/XVAGDgjlx1E/s1600-h/various1109+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-5466370112680169?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5466370112680169/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=5466370112680169" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/5466370112680169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/5466370112680169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/11/around-house-this-weekend.html" title="Around the house this weekend..." /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Svl067ohwFI/AAAAAAAABho/cO_Ss3Leu0k/s72-c/various1109+009.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIBRXs8eyp7ImA9WxNUFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-3831828292591090610</id><published>2009-11-06T14:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:29:14.573-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T22:29:14.573-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="traditions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><title>Traditions</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvR_TDlatlI/AAAAAAAABgw/VewqNjB7lIk/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401081818480555602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvR_TDlatlI/AAAAAAAABgw/VewqNjB7lIk/s400/thanksgiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Friday November 6. The year is 2009...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I type this I have my feet propped up on the deck, sitting in the sunshine. There is a slight breeze blowing and the temp is 62*. I am fairly sure I got my fascination with knowing the temperature from my grandma. As long as I can remember her morning ritual consisted of walking out onto her front porch and checking the temperature. She had a big metal thermometer nailed to one of the porch post. It was rusty and you could just make out the RC Cola logo that had at one time been painted on it. She would go back into the kitchen and write on the calender what the temperature was that morning. She kept old calenders in a kitchen drawer so that one could look back and compare the temps to previous years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have often thought of doing this myself, since I now have that thermometer, but I suppose keeping records of day to day temperatures is no longer a necessity like it was in my grandma's time. If I want to know what the temp was on a certain day in the past, I can just go to a web site and look it up. But just for tradition sake I think I may start doing as she did. That way, one day in the distant future, my kids or grandchildren can look back with fondness on my little habit of making note of the daily temps. Sorta like carrying on a tradition...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of traditions...with the holiday's drawing near I have been again, as I always do, thinking of the traditions that we as a family keep. Moving around like we do, we don't have traditions that relation to a place or location. Like some people go to the same festival or parade every year, or eat at the same restaurant to celebrate an event. Or even go to the same pumpkin patch or Christmas tree farm each year. Since those types of things are virtually impossible for nomads like ourselves, we have to choose traditions that we can do no matter where we find ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One tradition we have is putting up our Christmas tree the first weekend in December. We usually all gather around and put on an Elvis Christmas CD and decorate the tree as a family. I am glad that Lauren will be with us to continue the tradition this year. I was afraid that she may not be here at that time. But due to her job situation she is giving up her apartment in Little Rock, putting her things in storage and moving in with us for a few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving is approaching and I am thinking about how to have a semi-traditional fare while still eating clean...so I have been searching for healthy, clean recipes that would still fall into the traditional categories. Turkey is a clean healthy meat, so I think the turkey is a safe bet. However the traditional corn bread dressing that I am so fond of isn't so clean and healthy. Veggies are clean and healthy as long as they aren't loaded down with the extra fats that we love to add to them. With all of this in mind, I am working on a Thanksgiving day menu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, Thanksgiving is still up in the air for now. Our original plan included us going to Tennessee to be with Andrew's family. But now Andrew will be flying to Little Rock the weekend before Thanksgiving to help Lauren move her things into storage and they will begin heading back here the day before Thanksgiving. We talked about them driving to Tennessee and us meeting them there. Having Thanksgiving and heading back here on Friday. But the trip for us would be 11 hours one way...I just can't imagine driving 11 hours on Wednesday, having Thanksgiving on Thursday and then driving 11 hours back on Friday. I am all about simplicity, and for me, that doesn't seem simple. It seems like two long tiring days with a little bit of rest and visiting in between. It just seems like to long of a trip for one day. " &lt;em&gt;To much sugar for a dime&lt;/em&gt;", as my grandma use to say. We would also have to board the dogs from Tuesday until Saturday and at the current rate for three doggies that would be around $150 just for the dogs, add in gas for both vehicles plus the little extras of eating and snacking on the road and Thanksgiving could not only be tiring but a bit expensive as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other option would be for Lauren and Andrew to drive to Tennessee and stay there for Thanksgiving and Megan, Noah and I would stay here and have Thanksgiving---alone! Boy doesn't that sound like fun! It would be the first Thanksgiving that I ever spent without family. Of course I would have two of the kids here with me, but it still seems like a lonely option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, we aren't sure yet what we will be doing. If Andrew and Lauren do go to Tennessee and we stay here, then I think I will hold Thanksgiving dinner off until say Saturday or Sunday when we will all be here together. I suppose as long as were thankful, it shouldn't matter what day we celebrate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with all of these thoughts in my head, traditions seem to be weighing heavily on my mind. It got me to wondering about traditions that other families share. How do each of you spend Thanksgiving, Christmas, birthday's or other holidays? Are there special things that you do from year to year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am one for keeping records and writing down memories, several years ago I started making printed sheet of copy paper decorated with traditional Thanksgiving graphics and writing at the top of the page; &lt;strong&gt;This Thanksgiving I am Most Thankful for&lt;/strong&gt;: I then record the year and the location we are having Thanksgiving. I ask that each person in attendance write on the page what they are most thankful for that year. I have some that date back to the late 1990's when we were still in Louisiana. I enjoy looking back on them and seeing who all shared in our holiday's. I haven't done it every year, although I wish I had started it sooner and had not skipped some years. But starting this year, I want to do it every year here on out...It is a wonderful thing to put into a binder and look at each Thanksgiving and remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-3831828292591090610?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3831828292591090610/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=3831828292591090610" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/3831828292591090610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/3831828292591090610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/11/traditions.html" title="Traditions" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvR_TDlatlI/AAAAAAAABgw/VewqNjB7lIk/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cMRXw8eSp7ImA9WxNUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-6885603513139025751</id><published>2009-11-05T09:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:31:24.271-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-05T10:31:24.271-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="provision" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiritual food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bible" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mercy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><title>New Mercy--My Portion-My Provision</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvLvIX_R82I/AAAAAAAABgo/-7V28Qs1Hk4/s1600-h/full+cup+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400641830328071010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvLvIX_R82I/AAAAAAAABgo/-7V28Qs1Hk4/s400/full+cup+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lamentations 3:22-24 (King James Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22&lt;em&gt; It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;his compassions &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fail not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;23 &lt;em&gt;They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;24 &lt;em&gt;The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I awoke this morning, this scripture kept rolling around in my head. Each time I read it, I became more and more aware that God's mercy is new for me each and every morning. That He is faithful and He is my portion. He is my source of---of everything...spiritual, physical, emotional, material...He alone is my source. He is my portion and because of that my cup is full and running over. I have no other need aside from Him and His provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you really grasp that concept and accept it, well, it is very liberating--freeing to know that the God of glory, the one that created EVERYTHING, is my provider--of EVERYTHING! There is nothing that I have need of that He alone cannot supply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! So why do I worry, why do I fret...Because my God, my portion, my provision, has NEVER failed me, nor will He EVER fail me!&lt;br /&gt;He knows what I have need of even before I have the need...He holds my life, my future all in the palm of His very capable hands...And before I even know what to ask Him for, He, the all knowing, loving God, already has made the way, already has the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He truly is my portion, my provision...and He is faithful...I am very humbled that He would be so mindful of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this I am so very thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-6885603513139025751?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6885603513139025751/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=6885603513139025751" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/6885603513139025751?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/6885603513139025751?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/11/lamentations-322-24-passagelookup-king.html" title="New Mercy--My Portion-My Provision" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvLvIX_R82I/AAAAAAAABgo/-7V28Qs1Hk4/s72-c/full+cup+011.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UBSHc5fCp7ImA9WxNUE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-1421547926079712875</id><published>2009-11-04T09:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:14:19.924-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-04T11:14:19.924-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday's" /><title>All My Marbles...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvGldmbzwkI/AAAAAAAABgY/XmZPktKtkcI/s1600-h/petite+Jean+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400279356145910338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvGldmbzwkI/AAAAAAAABgY/XmZPktKtkcI/s400/petite+Jean+083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*The photo has nothing to do with this post. I was just going through some pics I have taken in the past and liked the way this one looked. It was taken at &lt;a href="http://www.petitjeanstatepark.com/"&gt;Petite Jean State Park&lt;/a&gt; in Arkansas*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I haven't posted much lately...I have been busy with the daily business of being a stay-at-home-homeschooling-mom. The daily chores of housekeeping, school, cooking and mothering seem to be taking more time than usual as of late. I have also been using my "spare" time exercising and looking at recipes and reading about clean eating. That has taken up a lot of my time...but I am determined that THIS time I will see it through and get into the physical shape that I have always hoped I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been awesome lately. Right now as I type this, the sun is shining in through the blinds and the outside temp is 52*. It looks like it is going to be a beautiful day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already November! I can't believe how the year has passed. My birthday is just around the corner...43, Wow! When did that happen? How did I suddenly become a woman in her 40's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it didn't happen overnight...But looking back it seems like the years have just slipped away. Then one day I woke up and I was 40...Forty didn't bother me like it does some people, but it was the fact that after 40 comes 41, 42, 43 and so on. Then you wake up and your in your 50's then 60's and well...time just slips right on by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me begin to question; how I am spending these days that God has given me? What am I doing with this life I am blessed to have? Am I getting bogged down by the daily drudge of life and allowing the problems and pressures of life to drain me of the strength and energy that I should be using productively? Am I on mission? Or have I gotten off course somewhere and somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I look back from some future self and see where I wasted years and have regrets? My greatest fear is to get to the end of life's road and look back with regret for something I didn't do. That I would allow fear to keep me from accomplishing something I wanted to do; something I was put here to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this month, the month of my birth, is one of reflection and contemplation. Reflection on the past and the issues that I bring from it...how it affects who and what I am today. Contemplation of the present and future that is out before me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every decision that I am making today will affect my future. Every day is a gift waiting to be unwrapped and enjoyed. So this got me to thinking about a story I once read. I looked it up on the Internet and have added a link to it below for you to read or reread if you have already read it. I think it is a story that we should read often and take to heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.landofmarbles.com/marbles-1000marbles.html"&gt;1000 Marbles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-1421547926079712875?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1421547926079712875/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=1421547926079712875" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/1421547926079712875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/1421547926079712875?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-my-marbles.html" title="All My Marbles..." /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SvGldmbzwkI/AAAAAAAABgY/XmZPktKtkcI/s72-c/petite+Jean+083.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8HRHwyeCp7ImA9WxNUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-670061930374913558</id><published>2009-11-02T08:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:27:15.290-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T08:27:15.290-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family fun" /><title>Halloween</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Su7bNv48UjI/AAAAAAAABgQ/a81kHiu-IHs/s1600-h/halloween+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399494032503886386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Su7bNv48UjI/AAAAAAAABgQ/a81kHiu-IHs/s400/halloween+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little trick or treaters all ready for the night. Noah loves transformers and Bumble Bee is his favorite. Megan decided to be a cat, it was an easy, no cost costume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, Megan is not that short, she was on her knees...LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-670061930374913558?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/670061930374913558/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=670061930374913558" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/670061930374913558?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/670061930374913558?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html" title="Halloween" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Su7bNv48UjI/AAAAAAAABgQ/a81kHiu-IHs/s72-c/halloween+007.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MAR3k7cSp7ImA9WxNVFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-3757482836531497520</id><published>2009-10-22T13:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:50:46.709-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-25T07:50:46.709-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>The best thing since...sliced bread!</title><content type="html">I know that I'm usually coming late to the party... I don't usually discover things until everyone else knows about it and then suddenly I stumble upon it and think it is the grandest new thing, and when I tell people about it, I find out that it is old news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with that thought in mind, if you know about these already, just ignore my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exuberance&lt;/span&gt; over them. I have always been a late bloomer anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Sandwich Thins made by Arnold are the greatest thing...well, since sliced bread. At least that how I feel about them. They are fantastic! Only 100 calories per bun...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt; thingy. And with 5 grams of fiber they make the perfect little sandwich marker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SuCbVDNnvPI/AAAAAAAABgI/YzXZV4Km7-c/s1600-h/foodstuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395483139531848946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SuCbVDNnvPI/AAAAAAAABgI/YzXZV4Km7-c/s400/foodstuff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven't tried them, I highly recommend going to the store right now, or well at least next time you go shopping and get some. The only problem is they go to quickly so you might want to pick up more than one pack. I'm down to two left and getting a bit edgy about it...I don't want to go back to the store today, but I may have to have Andrew run by on his way home this evening. I was thinking of making veggie burgers for supper tonight and these are the perfect thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to lightly toast them and smear some natural peanut butter on them with just a touch of honey or fig...no better way to get some protein and fiber all in one delicious snack. Noah is eating one right now, and loves them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click on the photo of the sandwich thins it will take you to the website. And you read the web address right, it does say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bimbobakeriesusa&lt;/span&gt;! I don't know the story behind that yet, but they got a good product that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;...but after visiting the site I realized that they aren't available in all places...I am sorry for those of you who don't have a place to purchase them...because they really are a good thing. I guess you'll just have to take my word for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-3757482836531497520?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3757482836531497520/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=3757482836531497520" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/3757482836531497520?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/3757482836531497520?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-thing-sincesliced-bread.html" title="The best thing since...sliced bread!" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SuCbVDNnvPI/AAAAAAAABgI/YzXZV4Km7-c/s72-c/foodstuff.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIFRno5eyp7ImA9WxNVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-8120264762467394423</id><published>2009-10-21T13:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:08:37.423-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T14:08:37.423-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily life" /><title>What I am Reading...</title><content type="html">Right now I am consumed with my eating habits. I have been changing my eating patterns and the things I put into my body for a couple of months now. I have been working out at Curves and have lost about 13 pounds so far. Doesn't seem like much, but I am not looking for quick fixes, I want lasting weight loss and to be a fit and healthy person. So in order to do that I have had to clean up my eating...So with that in mind here are a couple of book related to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395112615992345650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/St9KVvdzxDI/AAAAAAAABfw/0NKYvMJDCCw/s400/eatclean1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395112948007798082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/St9KpEUdhUI/AAAAAAAABf4/sXqZT3679CM/s400/eatclean2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am also reading:&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Homeschooling-Complete-Successfully-Year-Old-Learning/dp/0761520937/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1256147969&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395114815397038946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/St9MVw4wC2I/AAAAAAAABgA/D3g3bG5AGwA/s400/books10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-8120264762467394423?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8120264762467394423/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=8120264762467394423" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/8120264762467394423?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/8120264762467394423?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-am-reading.html" title="What I am Reading..." /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/St9KVvdzxDI/AAAAAAAABfw/0NKYvMJDCCw/s72-c/eatclean1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYHQXo9cCp7ImA9WxNWFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-3093541994320260780</id><published>2009-10-15T09:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:15:30.468-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T10:15:30.468-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weight-loss" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fall" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily life" /><title>Hello Fall!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Stce57hzLXI/AAAAAAAABfo/7teXohb6psI/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392813059380292978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Stce57hzLXI/AAAAAAAABfo/7teXohb6psI/s400/fall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weather matters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fall is definitely in the air this week. It has been rainy and cool. I can feel it in my bones and in my nose. My sinus' and allergies are usually the first notifications of changing weather and seasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I once dreaded fall because I didn't like winter with its cold weather and sunless days. Spring was always my favorite time of the year...new beginnings, sunshine and such. But as I have gotten older, I find myself looking forward to and enjoying fall more. I have been worn down by the heat of summer and welcome the cooler days and nights. I love fall clothing; warm, soft sweaters, jackets and boots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;More weighted issues:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I joined Curves back in June of this year. But due to vacations, visitors and other summer things, I didn't commit myself completely to getting into shape. It wasn't until August, when things started to settle down and our routines got into a normal mode, that I was able to put myself completely behind the task of losing weight and getting into shape. I can understand how difficult it is for someone to take time to put into exercising and eating right. It is a job just to take time each day to workout and to figure out what to eat and what not to eat, plus taking the time to prepare the foods. It is much easier just to grab whatever and go...no wonder drive thru's are so popular. But once you start the process, it becomes easier and easier to do. Once I started filling my body with the good stuff, I no longer had cravings for the bad stuff. I continue to crave the good foods. And once I started working out more, I don't want to miss a scheduled workout. Although I may be tired, if I push myself to workout then I feel so much more energized after the workout. I feel much better and sleep much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since changing my eating habits: I gave up&lt;strong&gt; all&lt;/strong&gt; carbonated drinks (Dr Pepper of course was my drug of choice). I don't eat fast foods at all. I quit eating candy and junk foods. I eat fruits and veggies, as much seafood as I can get, lean meat and chicken. I eat out of a &lt;strong&gt;small &lt;/strong&gt;plate and don't get seconds. I eat more slowly, allowing my body to send me the cues that it is full. I drink lots of water and eat fewer breads, pasta and rice. I keep healthy snacks around and don't allow myself to get hungry and just grab something to satisfy the hunger. I eat purposely and deliberately. Not leaving it to chance and bad eating decisions. I try to eat as close to natural as possible. In some places that is almost impossible, but I buy local when I can. I read all labels before buying, and avoid buying anything from China...due to that, it is hard to find seafood, especially at Walmart, one of the reason I despise that store. So I shop at other grocery stores that offer USA or local sea foods. Yes, it is more expensive, which pushes my grocery budget up, but I will allow for it to avoid imported foods. I know there are somethings, such as banana's that you can't get locally, they just don't grow banana's in North Carolina, but until they do, I suppose I will have to grit my teeth and bare it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since I started this process, I have lost 13 pounds and dropped two dress sizes! Yeah! I have a goal that I want to reach by Thanksgiving, and another I want to reach by spring. This time I will reach that goal! I am viewing it as one of the most important jobs I have now, besides being a wife and mother, those jobs always come first. But if I am healthier and in better shape, I will feel better and be better at my other jobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am much happier and am not looking so much at the end point, but I am enjoying the journey, enjoying the challenges and process along the way. I didn't get out of shape overnight, so I can't expect to get my self back in shape overnight. It is a process, and the view from here is great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After I have lost a little more weight, I am planning to start a 5k training program. I want to run a 5k, then a 10k and eventually a half marathon and a full marathon. That is down the road a ways, but if you don't start, you will never reach that goal. One step, one day at a time. So each morning I wake up and say to myself, "Just for today, I am going to eat right and exercise." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not only am I reaping benefits in my body, but I am also feeling the effects in my emotional well being, in my mental alertness and sharpness, and in my spiritual awareness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So all in all, I would say that the little bit of sacrifice is well worth the effort...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holidays and family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The holiday's are drawing nearer. We are planning to go to Tennessee for Thanksgiving and spend a couple of days with Andrew's family. Lauren is meeting us there, then coming back with us to North Carolina for a couple of months. Mom and Dad are planning a trip up the first of December to stay with us through the Christmas holiday. We are looking forward to spending time with family after being away for sometime now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odds and ends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing a little crafting lately. Trying to find my creative side in the midst of day to day activities. Megan is taking an arts class and enjoying it. Noah is also being creative and doing a lot of painting. I think it must be in the air...In general life is moving along...Sometimes it seems like it is flying by much to quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogs I am enjoying lately:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.passionatehomemaking.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.passionatehomemaking.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.likeflowersandbutterflies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.likeflowersandbutterflies.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Websites I like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cleaneatingmag.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.cleaneatingmag.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatcleandiet.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.eatcleandiet.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.coolrunning.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-3093541994320260780?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3093541994320260780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=3093541994320260780" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/3093541994320260780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/3093541994320260780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-fall.html" title="Hello Fall!" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Stce57hzLXI/AAAAAAAABfo/7teXohb6psI/s72-c/fall.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUMRno6eyp7ImA9WxNXGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-7001670102377477377</id><published>2009-10-06T08:57:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:18:07.413-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T11:18:07.413-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antiques" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="road trip" /><title>Cameron Antiques Day</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I had been looking forward to the Cameron Antiques Fair for some time. I kept thinking, Oh it's in October, so it should be cooler...wrong! It was hot, I was sweaty and nasty by the end of the day. I was also very tired. Again, I took Noah with me, because Andrew had something else going on...seems like that always happens when I find something I really want to do... just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so Megan, Noah and I got up early and headed to Cameron. First of all, Noah woke up on the wrong side of the bed and was in a very grouchy mood...so the day got off to a bad start. The weather gave a chance of rain, so I thought, maybe it would be cloudy...wrong again! It was sunny and very warm. So I pushed and struggled with a 75 pound stroller over the roots and sand...not to mention trying to maneuver a rather large stroller through tables that were to close together and people who don't seem to understand that you can't go between them without running over their feet. There were those who looked at me with disgust for bringing my child in a stroller. But it beats having to pack around a 45 pound child after he got tired of walking around so much. After all he is only four years old...and yes, I had to bring him along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just in a bad mood from all of those things, but I really didn't enjoy it like I had hoped. I only bought a couple small things and was so exhausted when we left. But I did get a few photo's to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389475023580726898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstC-rJehnI/AAAAAAAABfg/HBPq6Dl7zPI/s400/cameronfall09+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389474336106225490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstCWqGyH1I/AAAAAAAABfQ/Pyon0jcoXp8/s400/cameronfall09+014a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Love the stars and the red watering can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389474140309034258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstCLQtGFRI/AAAAAAAABfI/9vH7MGkVvbo/s400/cameronfall09+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Like the welcome gate, would look great in a garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389474019710995522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstCEPcSDEI/AAAAAAAABfA/rXBw1VaJOKE/s400/cameronfall09+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Really liked the wooden baskets, would like to have a couple, but not for the price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389473831616017682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstB5Su8dRI/AAAAAAAABe4/FNQPXhADcZ0/s400/cameronfall09+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389473606440254786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstBsL42_UI/AAAAAAAABew/_43L0XVMpm8/s400/cameronfall09+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lots of booths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389473319685848386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstBbfpR_UI/AAAAAAAABeo/p3W2VnA0Z3w/s400/cameronfall09+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is where I got my star last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389473117550154546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstBPuoYEzI/AAAAAAAABeg/MmRekAcZpUE/s400/cameronfall09+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389472950735025378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstBGBMjNOI/AAAAAAAABeY/mvMA02alwaM/s400/cameronfall09+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Like the green chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389472804454579250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstA9gQkvDI/AAAAAAAABeQ/GxzoJq8bqsg/s400/cameronfall09+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389472444493319410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstAojTHzPI/AAAAAAAABeA/Gxj79fo1Y8g/s400/cameronfall09+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah got a Batman and Spider man...reminds me so much of my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He use to have tons of these "little men" they were his favorite toys. Had to buy them for Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389472655826104802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstA02kyMeI/AAAAAAAABeI/186tP0Xkaoo/s400/cameronfall09+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I just like the look of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389472325628968130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstAhofpvMI/AAAAAAAABd4/wXte7i8r-DQ/s400/cameronfall09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389470663952789906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sss_A6RLcZI/AAAAAAAABdw/ZWFcNoF4CCI/s400/cameronfall09+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389470508452930882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sss-32_H5UI/AAAAAAAABdo/OHfR8dlBHBI/s400/cameronfall09+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There were all kinds of things, but the prices were a bit high. I guess I am just a bargain hunter and am pretty picky about what I spend my money on. I am not an impulsive buyer. I usually over think even the smallest of purchases. But really there wasn't anything there that I needed. I did buy a couple of turquoise blue bowls, because I love the color. I bought a handful of magazines, because I am a magazine hound and can never have enough magazines. Besides, they were only .50 cents each...couldn't pass that up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All and all, the day was ok...I would say it was a four on a scale from 1 to 10...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the way home we stopped in Aberdeen and ate at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ncvisitorcenter.com/FRIED_GREEN_TOMATOES.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fried Green Tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I met the owners wife while visiting a church there in Aberdeen. She told me about her husband's restaurant and I have been wanting to try it ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is a very sweet lady and I plan to go back over to the church there to visit from time to time because everyone there was just so welcoming and it felt like we had known each other forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We enjoyed the food and the atmosphere at the Fried Green Tomato. Looking at the menu, can you guess what I got? Okay, so I will tell you. I got a cup of Lobster and shrimp bisque and the Oyster Po' girl...surprise, surprise...when given the choice, I'll take seafood every time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Philippe Brainos, the chef and owner asked Noah if he wanted to see the kitchen. So he took him in the kitchen to look around and meet the other cooks. Noah got a real kick out of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, if your ever in Aberdeen, North Carolina be sure and give it a try. The food is good and the price is right. The fried green tomatoes are delicious&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-7001670102377477377?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7001670102377477377/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=7001670102377477377" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/7001670102377477377?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/7001670102377477377?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/10/cameron-antiques-day.html" title="Cameron Antiques Day" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SstC-rJehnI/AAAAAAAABfg/HBPq6Dl7zPI/s72-c/cameronfall09+016.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8FRns-eyp7ImA9WxNXGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-4923190812237983511</id><published>2009-10-05T20:58:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:56:57.553-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-06T08:56:57.553-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="menus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>My why I hate Walmart rant</title><content type="html">So I went grocery shopping today...I have such a love/hate relationship with the whole grocery shopping process. Of course, it starts with me clipping the coupons from the Sunday newspaper, and then making a list of things we are out of or things I would like to buy. Then I go through the sale papers of the various grocery stores to see if I can find a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I try to make a menu for the next two weeks, which I usually only get through one week and figure I can wing the next week without trying to figure it all out now. It is hard for me to plan that far ahead. I am the girl that never, I repeat, never plans what I am going to wear in advance. I always have to wake up and see how I feel and what I feel like wearing...pretty much the same with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I make out a menu plan doesn't mean that it is written in stone, most of the time, it isn't even written in sand...I have to see how the day goes, how I feel and what I feel like cooking and eating...yes, the rest of the family is subject to my wishes in the meal department. Oh, I do take their likes and dislikes into consideration, but mostly if I have a taste for a certain thing, that's what we have...there are exceptions however.  I do often question what they would like for supper, but that is usually early in the day when no one really knows what they want for lunch, not to mention supper.  So I do give them a chance for input into the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love/hate thing with grocery shopping comes in when I start trying to decide the best things to buy and feed the family.  I don't like Walmart because of the trend they seem to be following.  They buy so many things from other countries, ignoring that this country has so many things to offer.  In the 80's Wal Mart claimed they bought USA products.  That was one of their ad slogans, but after the death of Sam Walton, things changed...not for the better as far as I am concerned.  I am all for supporting business and industry in the US even if it cost a bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search for USA products that are harder and harder to find, I search for good for you foods, which are also hard to find.  I don't like boxed or pre-made foods.  I don't want anything with all the additives and preservatives; dyes, coloring and added flavorings...not to mention all the sodium and sugar in EVERYTHING!  Yes, I do buy some of those things, for lack of something better.  I do let my kids drink and eat juicy's and snacks products...but I am picky about which ones I buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten away from pre-made things and try to make as much from scratch as possible, but we do still buy cereal and some other things that I would prefer to leave on the shelves. However,  I am making gradual changes that move us farther away from dependence on these products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood is one product I have issues with...do we not have seafood in America?  Are there not shrimpers, fisherman, and such in our country that need to be supported?  Why do we have to import seafood from China and Thailand?  I don't understand it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And produce...what can I say about produce?  Many times the produce we buy is shipped across the world to get to us and when it does...it isn't very good, and has been treated with all sorts of chemicals to stay fresh...do we not have farms in America that could provide for our produce needs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I have noticed about Walmart lately...they seem to be replacing many of their products with Great Value brand foods.  So many of the things I have bought in the past, they don't carry anymore, but are filling the shelves with their own Great Value brand.  I don't buy Great Value brand...call me militant, but I refuse to buy Great Value, unless there is no other recourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few reasons why I have grown to despise Walmart...another reason...they know they have us...where else can we go?  Most other places cost much more on the total purchase.  You may get a sale on a few items, but by the time you reach the registers and pick up things that aren't on the sale, you end up spending more than you spend when shopping at Walmart...they know this and that is why they can do anything they want to do, and not lose their place at the top of the supermarket chain.  And frankly, I just don't have the time to run around to five or six stores trying to get everything on my list.  So I still shop at Walmart, but each time I do, I build up more and more resentment toward them.  I am continually searching for a better way to shop, hoping that eventually I can live someplace that offers a great farmer's market and an exceptional &lt;a href="http://www.localharvest.org/csa/"&gt;CSA&lt;/a&gt; that I can join. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I can live on a farm, grow my own fruits and veggies and raise my own meat.  A place that would be very close to the ocean an a great seafood connection!  But until then, I will continue this love/hate relationship with food buying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if cavemen and women ever felt this frustration after going out to hunt and gather?  Can't you just hear the conversation at the evening meal..."you just can't find quality meat around here.  Not to mention the wild greens...they were all limp and wilted today...not a fresh green in sight...(yes, I am an idiot sometimes, and yes, I get on a rant and won't let it go...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my rant post for the week...So when I say I hate to go grocery shopping, you know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-4923190812237983511?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4923190812237983511/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=4923190812237983511" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/4923190812237983511?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/4923190812237983511?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-why-i-hate-walmart-rant.html" title="My why I hate Walmart rant" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGSHk_cCp7ImA9WxNXFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-2909306181166965418</id><published>2009-10-02T07:27:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:05:29.748-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-02T09:05:29.748-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>A Few Things...</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are a few things that have been going on around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the after photo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387964397305004018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXlEpvQ__I/AAAAAAAABdg/xvQOyQDCP6k/s400/around+the+house+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't have a before, but trust me, it wasn't good. We've had this chest for many years. Andrew's dad gave it to us. He had purchased it at an auction. It was a typical ceder chest, inside and out. We used it for years, but in Little Rock it ended up in the sun room. It got damp and dusty and we considered throwing it out when we moved. Then one day, Andrew decided to redo it. We are going to put it at the foot of our bed and fill it with quilts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXk6Fc3lBI/AAAAAAAABdY/Nn9h9VktBKc/s1600-h/around+the+house+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387964215765472274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXk6Fc3lBI/AAAAAAAABdY/Nn9h9VktBKc/s400/around+the+house+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A little distressing to make it look old. I really like that look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXkw9qm3YI/AAAAAAAABdQ/IyCnW2eyDyE/s1600-h/around+the+house+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387964059056790914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXkw9qm3YI/AAAAAAAABdQ/IyCnW2eyDyE/s400/around+the+house+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We left the inside as it was. Before it looked like the inside on the outside also and the feet had been chewed on by one of the puppies in our lives. Andrew removed the feet and replaced them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now on to one of my favorite subjects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387963908614871426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXkoNOdWYI/AAAAAAAABdI/Zy8_CDsm_e4/s400/around+the+house+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is one of my favorite snacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vanilla yogurt, blueberries, raspberries and bananas with some granola sprinkled throughout, and topped with a light dusting of confectionery sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the tray that the yummy delight sits upon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXkZjBKPxI/AAAAAAAABdA/Hs0lqNDIgFI/s1600-h/around+the+house+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387963656766635794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXkZjBKPxI/AAAAAAAABdA/Hs0lqNDIgFI/s400/around+the+house+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bought the tray several years ago at a yard sale or Goodwill, I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, it has been on my hutch in my dining room, almost forgotten. Until last Saturday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a couple of tables of things that I put in the yard sale at our church and while there, of course I had to walked around to see what other goodies were there. And I found these bowls. There were five of them for $2.00. I just liked the look of them. So I brought them home, cleaned them up and while trying to decide where to display them, I rediscovered this tray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now they are all on display in my hutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cooler weather is really making me look forward to soup weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love soup, and don't necessarily have to have cool weather to make a pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But especially in cool weather, I make a lot of soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week I made a large pot of Potato and Leek soup. It has become one of my new favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I added crumbled bacon, some homemade croutons, cracked pepper and sea salt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yummy! I had enough to freeze two containers for a quick meal on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXkN6RUuXI/AAAAAAAABc4/FFNx80PLjcg/s1600-h/around+the+house+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387963456850016626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXkN6RUuXI/AAAAAAAABc4/FFNx80PLjcg/s400/around+the+house+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another yummy fruit dessert: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is a photo of the Apple, blueberry, raspberry crumble I posted a few days ago after it was baked. I usually buy blueberries and raspberries and even strawberries when they are on sale and freeze them to use later. So I usually have plenty on hand for just such craving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXkGXrjRpI/AAAAAAAABcw/9Y9EBe8cMdU/s1600-h/around+the+house+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387963327305696914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXkGXrjRpI/AAAAAAAABcw/9Y9EBe8cMdU/s400/around+the+house+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And on a final food note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah saw me cooking and mixing up the above dish, and he wanted to try his hand at cooking something yummy. So with a wee bit of help, he mixed up a 1/2 batch of peanut butter cookies. I used the recipe that I used as a child. Once the dough is mixed you place it in the fridge to chill then roll into balls and crisscross with a fork. When I was young, I would eat the raw dough. It was so full of peanut buttery goodness. In fact, a funny story; I would take a zippy bag of dough with me to school to snack on and of course other kids would want some, so I would go home, make more and bring several zippy bag to friends...you couldn't do that today...I never knew a kid with a peanut allergy when I was growing up. Today, a child would get in serious trouble for bringing food from home and passing out to other kids...especially something containing peanut butter. (reason 3,467 why I think the world has gone crazy...but that's for another post.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387963128861026018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXj60ap5uI/AAAAAAAABco/l6CbXICMd0c/s400/around+the+house+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With those memories in my head while helping Noah make his first batch of cookies, I offered him a bite of the dough. At first he wasn't interested. He's kind of a skeptical kid when it comes to trying new foods. If it doesn't look like something he would want, he won't even try it. But he finally decided to try a bite...he fell in love...of course he's a peanut butter loving kid like I was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So after eating his fill of dough we put it in the fridge. After supper, he helped me roll them out and make the crisscrosses, we put them in the oven and baked them.&lt;br /&gt;He ate a belly full and loved them. He was especially proud that he had made them himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387962979031158818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXjyGQbkCI/AAAAAAAABcg/z1lJSzN3okA/s400/around+the+house+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well there are some other things that have been happening around here, but like the old saying goes: don't tell everyone everything you know...leave something to the imagination... and in this case, to other posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2179705155410550414-2909306181166965418?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2909306181166965418/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=2909306181166965418" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/2909306181166965418?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/2909306181166965418?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-thing.html" title="A Few Things..." /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsXlEpvQ__I/AAAAAAAABdg/xvQOyQDCP6k/s72-c/around+the+house+001.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMQ3c7cCp7ImA9WxNXEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-4592783907708266750</id><published>2009-09-28T08:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:03:02.908-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-28T13:03:02.908-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="a few of my favorite things" /><title>The Power of Place</title><content type="html">I began to understand the "power of place" as a young child. Of course I didn't think of it in those terms as a child. But I understood that I felt better in some places as opposed to others. I really understood this when at about 13 years old we went to western North Carolina for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being from Louisiana I had only seen flat terrain. I had traveled to Arkansas and that was the largest hills I had seen. I can remember all these years later just how I felt the first time I saw the beauty of the Smoky Mountains. I felt different while there than I did in Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was something that I also noticed when we would travel along the coast of the Gulf of Mexico. I knew I loved the ocean, loved the sounds of the waves crashing onto the beach. Loved to look out across that vastness of the water. I loved looking for shells and playing in the sand. Add to that the fact that I could live on seafood, you can see how being at the coast would make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got older, I begin to really notice how differently I felt, depending on what part of the country I was in at the time. I love to travel and as I do, I notice what really affects my moods, and how I feel according to the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in college I found this book:&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/reader/0061233358?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;ref_=sib%5Fdp%5Fpt#noop"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386500003059752898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsCxNsEEX8I/AAAAAAAABcY/5MAGw7y0GSU/s400/book1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I read the book, I connected what I had felt all those years with what the author was saying. And I begin to understand the power that geography has on our well being. Due to the type of job and the lifestyle that we have chosen to live, we don't necessarily have the ability to choose where we live...we go where the job is, but in that moving around I have had the opportunity to experience this incredible "power of place" and now understand why I feel awesome and feel like life is full of potential and possibilities, while in other places, I feel down and depressed unable to awaken my creative side. I feel stagnated and stuck, as though life is a chore instead of an adventure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sure that each person has their own "place" where they love and feel connected to, a place they want to be. For the lucky ones, they get to live there, for others of us, we only get to visit those places where we feel our best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I said earlier, the mountains and the ocean are my places. But it wasn't until I visited the northwest part of our country, did I feel like I had found "my place". I love the Pacific Northwest and think I would do well there. I felt alive and energetic, full of creative energy...I loved most every aspect of the time I was there. However, the chances of moving there at this point in our lives is really slim. Although I know anything is possible, I don't see our moving out there anytime soon. So where does that leave me? Well I am trying to remember the saying, "Bloom where your planted!" And I spend as much time as possible surrounding myself with the things that I love, things connected with those areas of the country that I love. For now, that will have to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-4592783907708266750?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4592783907708266750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=4592783907708266750" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/4592783907708266750?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/4592783907708266750?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/power-of-place.html" title="The Power of Place" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsCxNsEEX8I/AAAAAAAABcY/5MAGw7y0GSU/s72-c/book1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkINQHs7cCp7ImA9WxNXEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-7516239433525065747</id><published>2009-09-27T20:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:43:11.508-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T20:43:11.508-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun things" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antiques" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><title>Time Again...</title><content type="html">&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386306584967112802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsABTRhP6GI/AAAAAAAABcA/cmr8EGE--dc/s400/Rebecca+164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's that time again! Time for the &lt;a href="http://www.antiquesofcameron.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cameron Antiques Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I am pumped. I am so looking forward to going. I went in May, but it was really hot, so I am hoping the weather will be cooler and I can really enjoy being outside on an antiques hunt. Not that I will really be buying that much, but I love just going and looking for that one thing that catches my eye. Last time it was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386307456298213602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsACF_exYOI/AAAAAAAABcI/GASYnWaHIyw/s400/Rebecca+180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which now hangs here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386308185005131442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsACwaIChrI/AAAAAAAABcQ/L1365M51P4w/s400/various+photos+09+587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On my front porch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we will see what catches my fancy this time.  I am certain that I will find something, maybe several somethings that I will want to bring home.  But I have gotten very picky about the things that I actually purchase and bring into my space.  I know how quickly things turn into junk and clutter.  I have cleared out quite a bit of clutter this weekend, so I don't want to just replace what I have purged from my life.  I want to find meaningful pieces to add to the joy and peacefulness of my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-7516239433525065747?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7516239433525065747/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=7516239433525065747" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/7516239433525065747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/7516239433525065747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-again.html" title="Time Again..." /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SsABTRhP6GI/AAAAAAAABcA/cmr8EGE--dc/s72-c/Rebecca+164.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEDSH86fSp7ImA9WxNQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-3478864079290430960</id><published>2009-09-25T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:51:19.115-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T19:51:19.115-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Summer fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beauty" /><title>My Crystal Blue Persuasion</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sr1XVpp20nI/AAAAAAAABb4/sXcH3CyhFrw/s1600-h/IMG_6164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385556758875263602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sr1XVpp20nI/AAAAAAAABb4/sXcH3CyhFrw/s400/IMG_6164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-3478864079290430960?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3478864079290430960/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=3478864079290430960" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/3478864079290430960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/3478864079290430960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-crystal-blue-persuasion.html" title="My Crystal Blue Persuasion" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sr1XVpp20nI/AAAAAAAABb4/sXcH3CyhFrw/s72-c/IMG_6164.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08ER304eip7ImA9WxNQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-1033614490159588596</id><published>2009-09-25T16:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:50:06.332-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-25T16:50:06.332-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>A little something tasty...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love baked crumbles...most any kind is good. But my speciality is an Apple Crumble or Crisp, whichever you prefer. I use granny smith apples pealed and chopped with some Cinnamon and brown sugar sprinkled over them. When I have blueberries and raspberries, I love to add those also. It gives a tangy, tart and juicy aspect to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385508607882766658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sr0ri5OpKUI/AAAAAAAABbo/mB33wix5Y3g/s400/various+photos+09+769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I mix oatmeal and some flour with more brown sugar, salt, vanilla and butter. I cut the butter in until it is crumbly. Then I add it to the top of the fruit and bake at 350 degrees until the fruit is cooked and the top is golden brown. Mmmm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385509131103936322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sr0sBWYSn0I/AAAAAAAABbw/odC7PrZcdgs/s400/various+photos+09+772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I forgot to take a photo of it after it comes from the oven, but I have to say, it was yummy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-1033614490159588596?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1033614490159588596/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=1033614490159588596" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/1033614490159588596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/1033614490159588596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-something-tasty.html" title="A little something tasty..." /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sr0ri5OpKUI/AAAAAAAABbo/mB33wix5Y3g/s72-c/various+photos+09+769.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UGQX0zfip7ImA9WxNQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-2073060590847949521</id><published>2009-09-24T09:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:33:40.386-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T09:33:40.386-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things to do" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="events" /><title>This weekend in Fayetteville</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.theartscouncil.com/International_Folk_Festival.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Arts Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Fayetteville is having &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Arts Council’s 31st Annual International Folk Festival.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you click on the Arts Council link above you can see the schedule of activities that will take place downtown.  Our church is going to have a booth there, meeting and talking to the 80,000 plus that are expected to attend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-2073060590847949521?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2073060590847949521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=2073060590847949521" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/2073060590847949521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/2073060590847949521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-weekend-in-fayetteville.html" title="This weekend in Fayetteville" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCSHc_eSp7ImA9WxNQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-8480044961937562802</id><published>2009-09-24T07:56:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:34:29.941-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-24T09:34:29.941-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family fun" /><title>Current Events...</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtkoVmFlJI/AAAAAAAABbY/Lvna0layJbY/s1600-h/various+photos+09+656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385008423605998738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtkoVmFlJI/AAAAAAAABbY/Lvna0layJbY/s400/various+photos+09+656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noah's trip to the fire station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtkFzQ4WFI/AAAAAAAABbQ/rsfNgGWie2s/s1600-h/various+photos+09+679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385007830274693202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtkFzQ4WFI/AAAAAAAABbQ/rsfNgGWie2s/s400/various+photos+09+679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Srtjq6cVZII/AAAAAAAABbI/5bQ3G-yXkT8/s1600-h/various+photos+09+692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385007368345314434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Srtjq6cVZII/AAAAAAAABbI/5bQ3G-yXkT8/s400/various+photos+09+692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtiZrkMwlI/AAAAAAAABbA/Pldt6EX3jek/s1600-h/various+photos+09+727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385005972782367314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtiZrkMwlI/AAAAAAAABbA/Pldt6EX3jek/s400/various+photos+09+727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtiB1HG3dI/AAAAAAAABa4/TraMGuaVrx4/s1600-h/various+photos+09+721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385005563027840466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtiB1HG3dI/AAAAAAAABa4/TraMGuaVrx4/s400/various+photos+09+721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah's 4th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrthmXpeg3I/AAAAAAAABaw/wuQo-H0n00g/s1600-h/various+photos+09+760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385005091262464882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrthmXpeg3I/AAAAAAAABaw/wuQo-H0n00g/s400/various+photos+09+760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrthDiC5MOI/AAAAAAAABao/kzxXYL7xXpU/s1600-h/various+photos+09+752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385004492758003938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrthDiC5MOI/AAAAAAAABao/kzxXYL7xXpU/s400/various+photos+09+752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385003970630192386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtglI97DQI/AAAAAAAABag/ygvYLIVtfp0/s400/various+photos+09+763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385003679043381906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtgUKuNapI/AAAAAAAABaY/vHf7GBh7iIM/s400/various+photos+09+774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Muskedime picking and jelly making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385003237818952674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Srtf6fCG6-I/AAAAAAAABaQ/JWsuhcU2A0U/s400/various+photos+09+782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Megan's latest project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-8480044961937562802?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8480044961937562802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=8480044961937562802" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/8480044961937562802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/8480044961937562802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/current-events.html" title="Current Events..." /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SrtkoVmFlJI/AAAAAAAABbY/Lvna0layJbY/s72-c/various+photos+09+656.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EBQXo7fCp7ImA9WxNQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-7360647100911444628</id><published>2009-09-15T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:07:30.404-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-15T20:07:30.404-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily life" /><title>Computer problems</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Things are crazy around here...I got a virus on my laptop so I have been absent from Facebook, email, and blogging...I have to have my computer cleaned up so until then I may not be posting much.  I am using our main computer in the house, which is technically Andrew's since the rest of us have laptops.  Hopefully I will get my computer back by the end of the week...until then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-7360647100911444628?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7360647100911444628/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=7360647100911444628" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/7360647100911444628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/7360647100911444628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/computer-problems.html" title="Computer problems" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMR34_fSp7ImA9WxNRFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-3922332747768855256</id><published>2009-09-08T09:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:43:06.045-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-08T09:43:06.045-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goals" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="everyday life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>On The Homefront...or tales from the homestead</title><content type="html">Happy Tuesday!  Had a great weekend.  Didn't do much, just enjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a busy week ahead and Noah's birthday is Sunday.  Can't believe he will be four years old!  Sometimes it seems impossible that he has been here that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on around here, just the usual daily life.  Got to get Megan's school year going.  High school is going to be different.  I am enrolling her in a program from Bob Jones University.  She will be doing online school.  I think that will work out well for her.  This way we can keep exact records of her progress and her high school credits.  She will also have teachers other than myself to help her with the difficult subjects: i.e. Algebra, Algebra II, and Geometry.  Did I mention I don't do those subjects very well?  Anyway, I felt that she needed someone who actually understood those subjects to teach her.  Lauren had a tutor at times to help with math, but since this online option is available, I decided to go with it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems excited about it and seems to have a whole new attitude about school in general.  Lets hope it lasts through the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Noah a preschool book to help him start to read.  My goal with him this school year will be teaching him to read.  Then next year we will start working on the other things.  I want him to get a good reading foundation and learn phonics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is working on her Medical Coding program and should be finished in the spring.  Then I am hoping she will continue on and finish the Rad Tech program she had originally planned on doing.  She says she would like to go to Bible College for a little while just for the experience at least.  I hope if she is serious about it, that she can do that soon.  She wants to go to Indiana Bible College.  She has some friends there and has visited the area before.  I just want what God's will is for her life.  If she follows His plan then she will be successful and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is leaving Thursday to go to California with the Summit Youth group from church.  They are going to sing and be a part of an outreach type thing over the weekend.  She is excited about that.  They fly out Thursday morning early, so if you would please be in prayer for them that they have a safe trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Andrew's company is doing an appreciation dinner for the employees, so we will be going to eat out for that.  I will get to see Dick and Nancy again.  We were in Kentucky with them and Nancy and I use to get up in the mornings and walk through the neighborhood together.  Dick came back out of retirement to do this job, but I haven't seen either of them since we have been here.  They have a home in Charlotte and he stays during he week here.  She doesn't come with him often and there hasn't been an opportunity to visit with them since coming here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Megan gets her bottom braces on.  She has had her top ones for a couple of months.  She is excited about that.  Her top teeth are really looking good even after such a short time.  So hopefully all will go well.  She has been trying to put on weight.  She finally reached 90 pounds!  She doesn't realize that one day she will look back and be wishing she wouldn't have rushed the pounds on! Funny, I remember myself at close to her age.  When I turned 15 I got my drivers licenses and told them I weighed 100 pounds, although I only weighed about 95.  But all of my friends had passed 100 and I felt like such a baby weighing so little!  Funny how I have spent many years battling pounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cleaning out some things in the garage that had been stored, I ran across journal after journal that I had through the years and the one thread that ran through all of them was; I have never been happy with my weight and the condition of my body.  I had written my weight and my goals and kept food journals for years...I was really jolted by this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently that is one thing I have grappled with for so many years...even at times when I didn't even need to lose weight, I wasn't happy with where my body was...I started thinking that apparently one goal for so much of my adult life has been to be a good weight and be in good physical shape.  I'm not talking about like a model or the idea that we see in the magazines and through the media of how a woman is suppose to look.  That isn't reality.  But I am talking about feeling good about where my weight is but also being physically healthy.  One goal I have always had was to run a marathon.  To be physically able to have the stamina to run a marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as far back as the summer between my junior and senior year of high school, I started running.  I wanted to be on the track team in my senior year of high school.  I really enjoyed my runs.  Of course, I had no idea of how to run correctly and ended up hurting my ankles.  So I gave up on the idea.  But through the years I have wished I could become a runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading through all of the journals I found that I had written, I realized that I had to work to obtain the one goal that has consumed so much of my adult life... even if I wasn't actively working toward that goal, I was dreaming of reaching that goal.  If something has taken up so much of my life through the years, it much be something I really wanted.  Now is the time to work hard to make that happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started going to Curves in June, but slacked off through the summer.  Now I have committed to it again and have been going regularly.  I have changed my diet, and eat healthy and keep track of my calories.  I quit Dr Pepper's and cut out the junk.  I only fuel my body with good things...an have an occasional treat, such as the fried oyster Po' Boy I made the other day.  But mostly it is lean meats, broiled, boiled, grilled or baked.  I eat a lot of seafood!  That's not a hard thing, since I could live on seafood.  I have changed other habits and replaced them with good things.  So far I have lost right at nine pounds! And I am feeling great!  I am feeling very positive and know that I can do this...I am going to finally reach that goal of being a healthy weight.  I am going to work on becoming the physically active person that I have always desired to become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad always had a saying when I was growing up: Mind over Matter!  It is actually quite accurate.  99% of accomplishing something is in your mind.  If you set your mind to do it, you can accomplish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success starts in your head, taking small steps forward.  I tell myself; Just for today I will eat right and I will exercise.  Don't worry about tomorrow, don't worry about the road ahead, just work one day at a time.  Eventually you will reach that goal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-3922332747768855256?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3922332747768855256/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=3922332747768855256" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/3922332747768855256?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/3922332747768855256?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-homefrontor-tales-from-homestead.html" title="On The Homefront...or tales from the homestead" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NSHY4eSp7ImA9WxNREEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-2263276296334381249</id><published>2009-09-04T13:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:54:59.831-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-04T13:54:59.831-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>As of lately...</title><content type="html">Today started off with a jolt. Noah woke me around 4:30 by getting in the bed with Andrew and I. Then about 5:30 he woke me again gagging. He started vomiting. He vomited everything from his stomach and continued to gag up everything I tried to give him to drink. This continued for a few hours. Then he had to make a trip to the bathroom...I won't go into detail... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were suppose to go to the beach today, but needless to say, we didn't make the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah just lay around most of the morning, every time he sat up, he would start to get sick again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I emailed some of my prayer buddies and had them help me pray. Within a short time he was feeling good. He wanted to drink something and then he got up and started playing around with Megan. At noon, he, Megan, and Andrew were swimming in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Jesus for healing Noah. I give you all the glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note; I decided since we couldn't go to the beach today, I would bring a little beach flavor to us. So I fried some oysters and made Oyster Po' Boys. They were pretty yummy also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377666233571488018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SqFO8oSkMRI/AAAAAAAABZo/pr4ro9KCOiU/s400/food2+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few nights ago I fixed a homemade pizza but using my bread machine to knead the dough then rolling it out and adding sauce, pepperoni, and cheese. I use to make them all the time, but I suppose I got lazy and started buying pizza's ready made. I had forgotten just how much better they were homemade.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377667920589421986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SqFQe06-_aI/AAAAAAAABZw/zGRtnP1lie8/s400/food2+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Reading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am currently reading a few magazine I picked up in town.  I have always loved Mother Earth News.  They have been a continual source of inspiration and information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377668854471040802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SqFRVL5tnyI/AAAAAAAABZ4/cahlxUYoBr8/s400/food2+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Of course, if you have read my blog for very long you know how I adore Hobby Farm Home.  This issue was no different, Wonderful!  I love the idea of making my own cheese and plan to do it one day.  So the article on cheese making was especially interesting to me.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urban Farm is new, this was the premier issue.  I found it very interesting and informative.  I think everyone should adopt some aspects of sustainable living no matter where they live.  I would love to have a few chickens and a small garden.  Maybe next spring I will plant a raised bed garden here.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The health magazine was for inspiration to continue my healthy eating and exercise.  I have changed my eating habits and started watching everything.  I have been going to curves and exercising at least three days a week.  So far I have lost seven pounds!  I am very excited about it.  Although today I did allow myself a fried oyster po' boy sandwich.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well there isn't much else to report for now.  I will post again soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-2263276296334381249?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2263276296334381249/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=2263276296334381249" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/2263276296334381249?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/2263276296334381249?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-of-lately.html" title="As of lately..." /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SqFO8oSkMRI/AAAAAAAABZo/pr4ro9KCOiU/s72-c/food2+020.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GQHYzeip7ImA9WxNSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-2296035121238980034</id><published>2009-08-26T14:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:55:21.882-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-26T14:55:21.882-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="busy schedules" /><title>Still here</title><content type="html">I'm still here...just really busy lately. I have some things to post, as soon as I can get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Barbara, if you are reading this, please email me.  I tried to email you the other day and it came back undeliverable...hope all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else, I will be back in a couple of days...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-2296035121238980034?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2296035121238980034/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=2296035121238980034" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/2296035121238980034?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/2296035121238980034?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-here.html" title="Still here" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAASXk_cSp7ImA9WxNTEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-6073464082169946702</id><published>2009-08-12T14:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:45:48.749-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-12T14:45:48.749-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday's" /><title>Happy Birthday My Sweet Child</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SoMN0ozr64I/AAAAAAAABZc/_Vr52ptR30Q/s1600-h/IMG_3794+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369150378714327938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SoMN0ozr64I/AAAAAAAABZc/_Vr52ptR30Q/s400/IMG_3794+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to my first born daughter! Twenty years ago today I was lying in a hospital bed in Alexandria, Louisiana getting ready to become a mom for the first time. I was so excited, but a little afraid. I didn't know if I would do a good job, or if I would know how to be a mom. But through the years, with the help of God, I managed. There were times when I didn't know if I was making the right parenting decisions, and most of the time I was flying by the seat of my pants, (skirt). But God was always there nudging me along on this journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my little angel girl, and you helped me through so many things. I can't imagine where I would be today if God hadn't blessed me with you and started me on this journey that I have been on for the last twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very proud of the young woman that you have become. I know that you will find your way in life and if you continue to put God first, you will find that life you desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few months have been difficult, having to be so far away from you...but I understand as I understood on the day you were born, that you were a gift from God, loaned to me, for me to care for until you could care for yourself. I only hope that I taught you what you needed to know to be on your own...at least I know that I gave you love. I did the best I could to be a Godly example before you and took you to the house of God so that you could develop your own relationship with Him. In the end, giving you love and raising you in church are the two most important things I could have done for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I made mistakes, parents always do, but I tried to learn from them and readjust my parenting so that I didn't continue to make those mistakes. I hope that you will forgive my short comings and my ignorance's and remember the good times and all the love that we tried to express to you. I wanted so much more for you than I was able to offer at times, but years from now, it won't be things that we will look back on, but times...times spent together and the feeling of family that we created...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are things you wish would have been different...I know you wished we could have been stable and lived in one place while you grew up...I am sorry that didn't happen. But we did what we thought was best to provide a better way of life for you, Megan, and Noah...But you have to admit that we had some experiences that those who stayed in one place their whole lives never got to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know how much I love you! How proud I am of you and how much I pray for you. I want nothing but the best for you in your life...I wish I could do more...but sometime, in the long run, you will have gained more from having to be creative than from being handed it all on a silver platter...Although I don't think you have ever done without the necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have the blessings of God on your life and put Him first, always! Do what you know is right, and follow your heart...but remember God gave you a good mind, so use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetheart! May God keep you in His hands and bless you always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-6073464082169946702?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6073464082169946702/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=6073464082169946702" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/6073464082169946702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/6073464082169946702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-my-sweet-child.html" title="Happy Birthday My Sweet Child" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SoMN0ozr64I/AAAAAAAABZc/_Vr52ptR30Q/s72-c/IMG_3794+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAMRHgyeip7ImA9WxJaGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-6788074744557880563</id><published>2009-08-09T10:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:13:05.692-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-09T11:13:05.692-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Happy Birthday Sweetheart!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sn7kc0TXlKI/AAAAAAAABZU/pII47RFnKII/s1600-h/IMG_5144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367978989599560866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sn7kc0TXlKI/AAAAAAAABZU/pII47RFnKII/s400/IMG_5144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Today is Andrew's 43rd birthday!  Wow!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where did the years go?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In two weeks we will be married 21 years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My the time seems to have flown by in such a rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Wednesday our oldest will celebrate her 20th birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is hard to grasp!  I have a 20 year old daughter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In a little over two years she will be the same age I was when I gave birth to her!  That blows my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sn7kGuo-TbI/AAAAAAAABZM/MKaL1zAvnvU/s1600-h/IMG_5143.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367978610122444210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sn7kGuo-TbI/AAAAAAAABZM/MKaL1zAvnvU/s400/IMG_5143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There have been so many things that have happened in the last 21 years, so many changes, so many experiences, so many memories.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter what the circumstances my sweetheart has always had the ability to make me laugh, or at least smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you honey, with all my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday and may we celebrate many more together.&lt;/span&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/2179705155410550414-6788074744557880563?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6788074744557880563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=6788074744557880563" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/6788074744557880563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/6788074744557880563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-sweetheart.html" title="Happy Birthday Sweetheart!" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/Sn7kc0TXlKI/AAAAAAAABZU/pII47RFnKII/s72-c/IMG_5144.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMBR30_fip7ImA9WxJaEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2179705155410550414.post-1125881355403012543</id><published>2009-08-03T06:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:04:16.346-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-03T07:04:16.346-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="North Carolina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daily life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>More on Noah</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SnbCZJcmZnI/AAAAAAAABZE/WLh8nA9__i0/s1600-h/noah.meg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365689743346919026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SnbCZJcmZnI/AAAAAAAABZE/WLh8nA9__i0/s400/noah.meg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going through some photos, I found this one of Noah that Megan took at least a year ago, if not longer. It was in the backyard of our previous house and she was just getting started into photography. It is such a sweet photo and so much little boy, that I just had to post it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a month Noah will be four years old! Where have the years gone? I know I am always talking about how quickly time is getting by, but I am continually amazed by the passage of time. I am trying to enjoy every moment possible with my children because I know how quickly they grow to become their own person and into adulthood. I just wish I could slow the progression of time and really get everything out of each day possible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children are such an awesome gift from God...I thank Him everyday for entrusting me with three precious gems...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2179705155410550414-1125881355403012543?l=dlynthomas.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1125881355403012543/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2179705155410550414&amp;postID=1125881355403012543" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/1125881355403012543?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2179705155410550414/posts/default/1125881355403012543?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dlynthomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-on-noah.html" title="More on Noah" /><author><name>dlynthomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15023365999838893536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="15012455483581083133" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FQpIb50fH0Q/SnbCZJcmZnI/AAAAAAAABZE/WLh8nA9__i0/s72-c/noah.meg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
