tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5780109056359905152024-03-05T05:09:02.010-05:00Keeping The SecretKristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-20884028009289518572010-11-10T21:32:00.000-05:002010-11-10T21:33:22.182-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">This blog is no longer in use. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Please visit me at my new location!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"><a href="http://www.graceincreased.blogspot.com/">http://www.graceincreased.blogspot.com</a></span></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-36689017161571858972009-12-02T23:56:00.001-05:002009-12-02T23:57:00.838-05:00Sister Time<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Enjoying God's great outdoors this Fall on</div><div align="center">a Sunday afternoon walk with my sister</div><br /><div align="center">November, 2009</div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlsE91anHz6dLc5pRwZ93opPrAfAPanRdomzFgl0KAy8MP_rhZlivD9oAPW5n2yfFiwRv4uZa3fEKEcG75wCihH6m-DXOrbS6eAGuTahdj8qU5T5-OTaP3lo4MVUVMoqj8192DY0bzmE/s1600-h/Oct+%26+Nov+2009+382.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410868852417712002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmlsE91anHz6dLc5pRwZ93opPrAfAPanRdomzFgl0KAy8MP_rhZlivD9oAPW5n2yfFiwRv4uZa3fEKEcG75wCihH6m-DXOrbS6eAGuTahdj8qU5T5-OTaP3lo4MVUVMoqj8192DY0bzmE/s320/Oct+%26+Nov+2009+382.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ivyc2bK_ksC2YjgQnAlJCTBYdE_QwKSzgsyzq0DyMGUS7ALoBVcMYzuj4FHS1IrSRFlIBECjcCI2AejwAqBwMSjHRgZ5ftmIMFMTkH_qgWeFPe7UDtK1kgKyREzyF_Gx_mk-W1mfoTQ/s1600-h/Oct+%26+Nov+2009+380.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410868843385848546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ivyc2bK_ksC2YjgQnAlJCTBYdE_QwKSzgsyzq0DyMGUS7ALoBVcMYzuj4FHS1IrSRFlIBECjcCI2AejwAqBwMSjHRgZ5ftmIMFMTkH_qgWeFPe7UDtK1kgKyREzyF_Gx_mk-W1mfoTQ/s320/Oct+%26+Nov+2009+380.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-43763596547932451832009-11-19T22:44:00.005-05:002009-11-20T11:26:41.178-05:00Girl Gab<span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tonight was the first night for our new group 'Girl Gab'. I recently decided that I wasn't getting nearly enough friend time during the week so I sent out some letters.....as did mom, since we decided this would be a group for women of all ages.......and waited to see what kind of response I would get. And I must say that for the first night we had a great time! Plans were made for future Thursday nights, and I was able to reconnect with friends that I haven't seen in years! Literally! </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I also enjoyed the time with my sister. Now, I know I see her quite a bit through the week, but ( as much as I love and adore my niece and nephews ) it was nice to sit and have some conversations with her without a little voice interrupting :-) </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">We read through Philippians tonight and had a great discussion afterwards. Melted chocolate squished between pretzels was on our menu for this evenings snack (since we all decided that chocolate is a MUST have for these gatherings) and we split into teams and played that game with raw spaghetti and gum drops. For those of you who have never played I think the picture below explains it all :-) Our team won by one inch, with a whopping 27 inch tower!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Looking forward to our next meeting!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406029257370507778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfbXnxLN3FXDKvA6wtQx5YJSqDiMr392Z6y7uedbnVtIYq3tW-R2F0bi1a1CP5gNAYVY6Nw2qIM8L1-o4nfr-I9emBEBGKE7HCIrKlzoqhyphenhyphenCVHX4cOcohnnF797YsJLHX0-t-I3L6hvL0/s320/Oct+%26+Nov+2009+392.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>The Champions<br /></strong></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">(L-R) Heidi Redmond, Mary Heath, and Me</span></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-41109707769638655562009-11-05T21:20:00.002-05:002009-11-05T22:00:13.323-05:00It's a Wonderful Life<span style="font-family:times new roman;">The first week of my new job has been amazing! I never thought I'd hear myself saying this, but I love my job! Since there is so much to learn about working in a doctor's office they are training me on one thing at a time and giving me several days to catch on before they show me anything else. So all this week I've been working in the intake room. The first two days I was being trained by a co-worker, and the next two they gave me charge of the room by myself :-) </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><a href="http://www.tekamah.esu2.org/teacherlinks/HealthPage/Pediatrician%20&%20Patient%204.wmf"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px" alt="" src="http://www.tekamah.esu2.org/teacherlinks/HealthPage/Pediatrician%20&%20Patient%204.wmf" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The intake room is where you call the patient back and get their vitals , talk to the parent/guardian about the reason for the visit, and answer any of their questions. If you feel it necessary you also order any flu or strep tests to be done in the lab. You also keep track of which rooms are empty and show the patients to their room to wait for the doctor. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The best part of working in the intake room is that you get one-on-one contact with all the patients......get to hold the 2 days old babies and everything :-)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The hardest part, however, is when you get a patient form and realize that you can't pronounce the name! Or, like what happened yesterday, you get a name like Geronimo and feel like if you go to the waiting room and yell 'Geronimo'! everybody is going to get up and run away :-) Or you get sister's named Ackinzie and Danae and accidentally call for McKenzie and Renae! Oh well.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I had to stay home sick today. My co-workers told me that I would most likely get sick within the first two weeks of working there, and they were right. A little boy was afraid of my temporal thermometer on Tuesday so I bent down to his level so I wasn't so intimidating and he coughed right in my face.....they said eventually my immune system will be strong enough to deal with it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I'm also learning to be a 'holder'.....which put simply, is someone who helps hold the child down while getting a shot.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I want to thank everyone who has been praying for me. If my first week there is evidence of how all my time working there will go, then I don't see why I won't be there for years :-)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-81915523030798104662009-10-26T23:55:00.004-04:002009-10-27T00:18:51.261-04:00I'm Baaaaackkkk<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">After a long absence from blogging, I'm back. I haven't been feeling the greatest for the past few months, and blogging has been at the bottom of my 'motivation-to-do' list. So I thought I'd do a picture post and just start where I left off in August. </span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm starting a new job on Monday, so I'm going to try my hardest to keep up at blogging during my first few stressful weeks. While I was taking some time off from work due to medical issues, I got a call from a pediatricians office that I had sent my resume to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">waaaaay</span> back in August. I had been praying for a job in a pediatricians office, so I was thrilled when they called and asked me to start November 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span>!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Other than that, most of whats been happening is laid out in the pictures below.......</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397091888575704946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJMOW78VRhkIYB247nP77eRxeFqHdLq5VWoa8ELUsn5gRer2oKNPXnFO0UAn63H0nxYX6VVPDDxaHUR-2Cgyx1muNYE-wJ6aDcMcvB_KUPWxltm-Q8n06CKxwkiWmlmhjV1ARqaJqoGJw/s320/DSCF2655%5B1%5D" /> <p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">After finishing my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">CNA</span> classes this summer </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">( and receiving my license/certificate ) </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">my family had a party for me. </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We had it at a local restaurant, </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">with just a small </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">group of family and friends </span><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397091894974934338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMG6nYHRtn9Qzk3Uz38Pwo5NFlavpXEhp-Y6zS-YA_dXp5D___gLQQCv9hnZZHrkq-BKrAp_v9TgblgWM3Iv0L2c9yN4NYzw2W8mJddKaI9fSB415fTfJ5wG61XjbhUqO7TlJ6knmKWo/s320/DSCF2657%5B1%5D" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">L-R: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wray</span>; Cosette; Jaime; Noah; Joel; and Eli, waiting on dinner to be served at my party.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397114436031403858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtEtH7f5u6oCig9XpKYQltgGl4UlyxvsZ9v4AHhGRJqlchFDCx3oVPG3rTAc-ZmpFYFzHc8F1H6tPM8ClcgMm1b-CzdtDpbNwb5Qow4sfA9ySDVEc9mTrFDTvaLqpcJeeUBzAGPxB2VDE/s320/DSCF2653%5B1%5D" /> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">L-R: Sarah; Jenny; Adam; <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bito</span>; Dad; Me; and Uncle Chris.....also waiting on dinner :-)</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397114435919935938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWbsUdQjQd_TFWDtCskX1kxyQn7fXn6ZwCOhaUESKJOtj3QxJIsDGvqEqQYQe-E-rnJLCgkrf_bxJw8oh_XtaDFMZ7ntTtIFTWxVxJPkLUnZQQcspmFaOVaf23r5reEYXpapI_OMgBRg/s320/DSCF2666%5B1%5D" /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This is my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Grandfather</span>, demonstrating to party guest how 'Kristin baby' crawled. This has become a tradition of sorts at any event that happens to be in my honor........I do believe that other restaurant customers were quite amused.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397091896297807074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEDPWhfsXW64k8oJL4tuivqPHsrJFZcdCWLQlXebtLosGz96M_hv7SqBMDuNaL6cde_Mx4oQt4fGIbf5exBzB9gtvFkQDzwlAYjM3Qvcdl1j_Zu2E_D-b_ZmEd-Dz7NmsVXP0m9z0MBo/s320/DSCF2686%5B1%5D" /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This September one of my Mom's childhood friends brought her family to visit and spend the day with us. It was the first time for some of us to meet, and it was cool to finally meet the friend that I had heard so many stories about. This is Cosette with Sarah, one of the younger children in the family.</span></p><p><br /></p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397093568752571138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6PJ_jZJ1mET57wGZoxtXYkaXm2g4Q8Z-XHWYt3KKu9-IWtSHLnvQEqsmKpRfFr51iouN27urX2ga_p-o_zmY6dBWb6zIKomkO8q0KR5t6pOZR6nCds5SjGZwrq1OIzNWZBB1fUnWTfU/s320/DSCF2690%5B1%5D" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">It was such a nice day that we spent most of it in the yard enjoying the sunshine!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397095478047372866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk58PiUqAqxrd5lScQ9l3qFiQOe80WWWtpIekycZi1oyKfFREQ2kT_ZxeJtRMG_azaFbr8vwh4OEjqTjhKhMUYRVBzm41GHA30Zpq5faTYSaAf9dZwXukg7jNenRIfTTGVDfMeoaoYVI4/s320/DSCF2719%5B1%5D" /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>In the beginning</em> of October, my Mom and I took a trip to visit Ken Ham's Creation Museum. We had a two day pass, so we spent a few days on the trip and were happy with our hotel room and a King size bed :-) Traveling from our house to the Museum, we were in 6 states in only 6 hours.....my new personal record</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397095494588182722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeK6c1n88SoCeZI9EUR4FHrxQ2hRwgodh8Ldx0o8LODMzUPppbpkuiHBQnUKQai-rcW3CS-dCNOvn8bz2Wt9rYGM5_iO4ZBARLZZSX4jtgB4vKQeaFD4acyEi_hi4AZjZk9uPuGmjFpf4/s320/DSCF2757%5B1%5D" /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Some of the displays were so life-like! If <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">you</span> ever plan on going to CM, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> encourage you to buy a two day pass, as there is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> much to see and read.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397095490717131170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhilDjfW_dnZP-AlhhJ5UsOBeZtES4nFO9Nku6miOGiyr1tzImiCvUKwRQXOQdPVbuxV9rFAedbaXlEtU6s7o1OzjHIsfP6a70iqYMcO1K7V6IXB4tsoTwOnhkW-eXPrPKbMxHF9kClt9Q/s320/DSCF2729%5B1%5D" /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The Gardens located behind the Museum were beautiful. We went at the time of year when it was starting to get a little chilly out, but it wasn't so cold that we couldn't enjoy walking around.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397095497361168770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJnb0q8YDxqpWmudxoie-c86BqjW2b5U6adTJ8Ol2373PFlE6QAs9KvXW_yDzF1XHmrkZUbwkdJ8RfQT92ma-qv17KAac3q7gU4UvWtOKrabb6PG4mBuy5SdW0C1MWQ6q5zZmNQ3i5D8/s320/DSCF2813%5B1%5D" /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">On our way back to the hotel after our first day at the museum, Mom spotted a cloud in the sky that looked <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">strangely</span> like a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dinosaur head</span>! Maybe it was just because we had them on our mind after being at the CM all day, but I think sometimes God likes to let you know he's watching what your doing :-)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397093577076256418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOs0l3Vpw_i-envKAWr9asx3999k2vlpXcKjNtrGszDnBqiloGFM8gn88NC-VfCmHq_o5vJ_DZ2B6QEJmxN8mWRarZGg1ewwccv_TxdIQkX8YvxRvyhpRexlQBUzeuDVT-XVT-M4L62J8/s320/DSCF2694%5B1%5D" /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Noah absolutely loves to ride on the 4-wheeler. This was his first time riding, and he just stuck his thumb in his mouth and sat there, as if all was right with the world now. Each time <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wray</span> would pass the porch where we were all sitting, Noah would laugh and wave as if to say, "Look at me!"</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397096799331928610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJOHXpexvTr2y-3L1-vU4__Hqe8saIYKcbs0uc8A8Wu1HWyn5L4ssbSmSQY8aJYCNJxYQwZcQxW3Pwr9wq2o12ZfDG6w2-7Iwi2grR_vHwYXHl27eZhqNuoF8VUEDN-F5O6Bfbo7uhbo/s320/DSCF2876%5B1%5D" /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This is Cosette and I watching <em>The Swiss Family Robinson.</em> Although she enjoyed the time at our house, she admitted later that this was not her favorite movie.....The next picture explains why..........</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397096801629339282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_80NshM2kJAh4ED33D0Sm08_nQgJUoh7kcwdUW6pMMVXd4L8UDCp3W7GXh3USYKwnG8MqSTelwhke5KgmMN4UyT31l_y3pLuHvZDm6viDAwf6ZCTwkOhJih_h9_WFCK3TXTMaMXfETU/s320/DSCF2874%5B1%5D" /><br /><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">......There were some 'slightly scary for a 4-year-old' parts....so Cosette was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">glad</span> to have a blanket to cover her eyes....</span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> all for now! You've been updated on my summer, and I'll try better to keep you updated a little more often.</p><p></span></p>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-13790997597765951392009-08-29T23:19:00.008-04:002009-08-29T23:42:37.306-04:00*Bounty, the quilted quicker....er....uh, the mess inside my washer...<a href="http://www.parish-supply.com/images/0180595.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://www.parish-supply.com/images/0180595.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The Day: Thursday, August 27<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>, 2009</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The Time: 1500 hours</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Scenario</span>: I'm really dumb! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span>, so this is what happened....</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">We had company coming to our house <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Thursday</span> evening so I was straightening up the house a little. I got a new roll of paper towels out of the cupboard and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Windex</span> off the laundry room shelf....and then noticed that my laundry basket was about to over flow. So I sat my supplies on top of the dryer and threw in a load of laundry real quick and went back to my prior task, which was W<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">indexing</span> the bathroom mirror.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hmmmm</span> </em>I thought when I turned around and didn't see a roll of paper towels sitting next to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">windex</span> on top of the dryer.</span></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I know I got out a roll of paper towels. Oh well, I'm in a hurry and don't have time to figure out what I did with them. I'll just get a new roll out.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">So, after our company left that night, I went back to the laundry room to retrieve my black <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">capris</span> from the washer...the pair I planned to wear to my job interview the next morning. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I open the washer lid.....</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I stare......</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I stare a little longer.....</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I rub my eyes.....</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">What in the WORLD!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I could not see the clothes in the bottom of the washer due to a thick layer of this white-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ish</span> brown stuff. It was way to much to be a tissue that I had simply left in my pocket. I dive my hand to the bottom, and pull out a shirt that was covered...and I mean <em>covered</em>....in white fuzz...lint....stuff. It's almost midnight and I'm way to tired too figure out this white-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ish</span> brown <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">mystery</span>, so I close the washer lid and head to bed.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The next morning mom inquires if I know what happened in the washer. So I told her what happened and cleaned out the washer. I threw the clothes in the dryer hoping that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">lintish</span> looking stuff will fluff off a little; it didn't, so I re-washed the clothes.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">You know those brown paper sacks that you get at the grocery store? Well, with all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">lintish</span> stuff that I got out of the washer and dryer lint trap, I filled one of the bags almost half way full! It blew the vent cover off the side of the house and this white-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ish</span> lint stuff was in our back yard!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Mom and I spent the remainder of the day trying to figure out what had happened.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">And then it hit me!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.autobloggreen.com/media/2007/02/sxc.hu-brokenarts-light-bulb.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;">That roll of paper towels...the one that I had been too busy to look for.....had some how been knocked into the washer and washed with my laundry! I have no idea how this happened, and most of all how I didn't notice!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">The Lesson Learned: Bounty is not only quick at cleaning up messes.....its also really good at MAKING messes</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong><em>The Quilted Quicker Picker Up-er</em></strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Bounty!</span></em></strong></p>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-83883307778444856992009-08-22T21:51:00.001-04:002009-08-22T21:51:56.636-04:00The Finish Line<p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race ---2 Timothy 4:7</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">All the tests have been completed, all the forms have been signed, all the class work has been completed. I thought it would take forever, but in what seems like the blink of an eye the summer is almost gone and all the classes are over. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Now, its time to get to work :-]</span></p><p></p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-33770506232251944292009-08-07T17:59:00.002-04:002009-08-07T18:01:32.356-04:00Clinicals....Almost done!<span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">If you had told me on June 15<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> when classes started that this day would come so fast I probably would have just laughed, thinking 'yeah right' in my head. However, believe it or not, the past 2 months have flown by and there are now only two days of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">clinicals</span> standing between me and my certificate! To be honest, I have a problem finishing a lot of stuff that I start, so the fact</span> <span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">that the end is in my grasp amazes me....and my family :-)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">There are several people who have really helped me in making through a summer full of classes, and I would like to thank them publicly.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Dad:</strong> Making phone calls to the business office, calling me off sick when I caught a stomach bug from the nursing home, and those much appreciated extra tanks of gas are just a few of the things you did that made this summer less stressful for me.</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Mo</strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>m:</strong> I would be in such a hurry to get to class in the morning that my room would always look like a tornado went through it when I left. However, every day when I came home my room would be in perfect order. I know we joked about the little elves that cleaned it up, but I want you to know how much such a simple act means! And most of all, thank you for my daily proverb. Every one of them hit a place in my heart...usually exactly what I needed to hear that day!</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wray</span>:</strong> I so appreciate your encouragement! You may not realize it, but your text messages to me every morning before class started put me in better spirits for the day. Just to know that you were thinking about me made me feel like a pretty special sister :-]</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><ul><li><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Joel, Jaime, and Kids:</strong> Thank you so much for your prayers. You both reminded me that you were praying for me and were always interested in how my day at school had gone. Thanks for being there in thoughts and prayers!</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Just a few more days! I can hardly believe it!</strong></span></p>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-10190239416651684882009-07-28T16:48:00.000-04:002009-07-28T16:48:19.207-04:00Clinicals....One Day Down....<span style="font-family:times new roman;">The first day of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">clinicals</span> was a success...meaning no harm came to the residents while my class was on the property :-] I worked on the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> floor, which houses patients who are still mentally healthy but need some help with daily care. Over the next few weeks, I'll have the chance to work with rehab and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Alzheimer's</span> patients as well. </span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_j-tw-sbtYdiUfo0e22jMCrAYIGrMVCP9P1rrEoV21GjKo6Hc5GeSo-wZXCZ8hCSVoZ6yynYLAIvtN4Ab6a39x8D1rQCRHeOuhqXt8qkX3lRWipk9zoZJGdRAIIDcYFdAvXOI96Q1Sd0/s1600-h/CNA+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363613377908849778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_j-tw-sbtYdiUfo0e22jMCrAYIGrMVCP9P1rrEoV21GjKo6Hc5GeSo-wZXCZ8hCSVoZ6yynYLAIvtN4Ab6a39x8D1rQCRHeOuhqXt8qkX3lRWipk9zoZJGdRAIIDcYFdAvXOI96Q1Sd0/s320/CNA+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Mom snapped my picture as I was coming home from my first day of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">clinicals</span>.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363613389414975410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkLvvCy5BHn04dP00DUxNotrAPMMKrx_88lXJblXRH0UlrZV2NhxW1y5OhKuz5kA49Ky-CvuUoKjC7n49ZGxzsTYZvvp5ungCjEQRW4EXTAUZvU4R-TpC07bgms0AApWgm2E3PP6pOyXI/s320/CNA+014.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm not a doctor, but I'll take a look....... :-)</span></strong><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-12778304261059946162009-07-09T23:18:00.002-04:002009-07-09T23:20:20.043-04:00I Have Only One Word For You<span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;">Whoops!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpO0vOz9j6A_9kFuXOr8Tq_qadS9uaewL0AQ_0fJFk1MJxv8G-h_PF_51ZqdASDyDSGU6b9UJIQGAze3HQ87DUYCpKRkGJSCN3gqt2p0-f1Stj8w3Y6hjmSxd3TWYi-5yQuRdQkWMA7kA/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356664534126858882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 591px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpO0vOz9j6A_9kFuXOr8Tq_qadS9uaewL0AQ_0fJFk1MJxv8G-h_PF_51ZqdASDyDSGU6b9UJIQGAze3HQ87DUYCpKRkGJSCN3gqt2p0-f1Stj8w3Y6hjmSxd3TWYi-5yQuRdQkWMA7kA/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-70183305842226495772009-07-08T22:43:00.001-04:002009-07-08T22:43:40.297-04:00A Hint of Laughter, a Dash of Fun, and 4 Wheels<span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I spent Tuesday evening in God's great out-doors, enjoying the fresh air after being stuck in the class room all day. The 4-wheeler is always a good way for me to forget about up coming exams and just relax :-] </span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLHsGL0S-I3tHWaP6wP0lVJn75d6j6clvxZTOu1aVaYk9PCTz9ZzxGGvf0wNxBUB545tWJzONMph3YfCNmlMYV7FynWHo1Ew_aasbcqrAdJMQTuXc9AShSW2CYHFyVnoNcF5f7B_PG9-A/s1600-h/4-wheeler+013.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5TRHPYdhDR-uRtOYSw5khsEZwQoC1z4ZR__ocHKGJ-z7FYXOvRpTJep8hPXjh_2J0V0w1_51L7C0JMuWMlwrkzr8AQSBR70wpkHJCj_eK8oTZPECTprqXHZcv8G-ZVv7QvLmckN7j58/s1600-h/4-wheeler+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356280825839136898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5TRHPYdhDR-uRtOYSw5khsEZwQoC1z4ZR__ocHKGJ-z7FYXOvRpTJep8hPXjh_2J0V0w1_51L7C0JMuWMlwrkzr8AQSBR70wpkHJCj_eK8oTZPECTprqXHZcv8G-ZVv7QvLmckN7j58/s320/4-wheeler+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Wray doing a wheelie on the 4-wheeler.....</span><br /></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxMAQH15iRH6dtqJ8URwqv_vrYUiNAlJiNBx6FG8DrrJpI9kL2sYr86m0NF3XJA02Su7D2VKfpYZfY3qjSUqxELrFGejIwBfSUoNM-fnKwwCuN-HhVjlzPnmXmutN3cAMOMtkSu7-cBM/s1600-h/4-wheeler+005.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2CkcPxUBnRPe44Do-V_Pl7RQplSNxUY5frdXHUE1OVX59qjADiE7jo4jAyD_-EkDKBP5gKM5VMXsAMtGVOBwUYKjHioWmqu8MKzER-tHzIIj8WuZWBRozTExKpx2e5zMmI0RDykcV8g/s1600-h/4-wheeler+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356280838992698642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2CkcPxUBnRPe44Do-V_Pl7RQplSNxUY5frdXHUE1OVX59qjADiE7jo4jAyD_-EkDKBP5gKM5VMXsAMtGVOBwUYKjHioWmqu8MKzER-tHzIIj8WuZWBRozTExKpx2e5zMmI0RDykcV8g/s320/4-wheeler+008.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Me laughing at myself after <em>trying</em> to do a wheelie......</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">....everybody sitting on the porch was laughing, so I figured I might as well too :-]</span></div></div></div></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-496768268863000922009-06-30T21:09:00.002-04:002009-06-30T21:12:46.067-04:00Thankful Thoughts #7 --- Each New Day<p></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I thank You, God, for Your Guardian Angels that were watching over <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wray</span> and the other driver Saturday morning</span></div></li></ul><p align="left"></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I thank You, God, that no other cars were near by</span></div></li></ul><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I thank You, God, for seat belts!</span></div></li></ul><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I thank You, God, that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wray's</span> car did not flip over when it started to spin</span></div></li></ul><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I thank You, God, that the other driver escaped her over turned car with only a small scratch</span></div></li></ul><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I thank You, God, for the EMS and EMT</span></div></li></ul><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I thank You, God, for insurance</span></div></li></ul><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I thank You, God, for sending my brother home to me</span></div></li></ul><p align="left"></p><ul><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">And most of all, God, I thank you for EACH NEW DAY!</span></div></li></ul><p align="left"></p><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353287136792483602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXB5E9csYaYRXrQD14pO_baq5j1CVkXE7WdmfmSlN-8NA5mbcSD0H0Oi_yxoqbI9oDA1jcZlqPGGouqS74p1eayUzOuOcIxFszWSYtHH_AKWhewsrZjII1ezT5dPcTorbddQRIk6DsHkU/s320/Wrays+Car+009.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353287145868225234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOqZux9uRRapjFxp1geWvfelZcrEKCS6S9W-xr613v5fJJXtoYtduDd4ac3fQ3rZAZyewtMbpKOdLe5cg8AKAzbSokT9EjOamNfag7ltFs9ctqs1dbuE1Xxvj31ErokgctZa1GMmB2mGA/s320/Wrays+Car+010.JPG" border="0" /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-24765586937117240002009-06-18T23:06:00.001-04:002009-06-18T23:08:13.475-04:00The Love of My Life......<span style="font-family:times new roman;">...is spending time with my niece and nephews! I especially enjoy having some one-on-one time with them, when I can really focus on one little person :-) Here are some pics of a recent Mall Day with Eli and a Girls Night with Cosette</span><br /><br /><br /><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxK15icIynjZ0qust-SUN30DI63oIgIv1hEosFo3RKexPCRsXQDDcPxWeVHDkK7Q09F0_BtGbt_ectG-ArRV95qDnMNP9XdECl02aoF7bVDMfYZfRCRM1-lasAIxXkOWHxToXXZ-TqWqI/s1600-h/Just+stuff+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348865684754453298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxK15icIynjZ0qust-SUN30DI63oIgIv1hEosFo3RKexPCRsXQDDcPxWeVHDkK7Q09F0_BtGbt_ectG-ArRV95qDnMNP9XdECl02aoF7bVDMfYZfRCRM1-lasAIxXkOWHxToXXZ-TqWqI/s320/Just+stuff+009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Unfortunately</span> Eli was the only little boy in the play area at the mall that day. As you can see, the girls weren't too welcoming...</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFBJcc6HUeWaS5NzAndtnteFQJnWMhhXPr84hOXlxgmnyfAbl584adjHXwkGBjCOWj3cI-7zoxM8-RQaXk0H2UWkZf1-XwKHDQeHUxRduk4NQgmMRycLXzsHzE1E2wt3Hnfu7-QiIBvs/s1600-h/Just+stuff+009.JPG"></a><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yVu5J2Fo6RKKUkUX8maYSIfQab6rp851zRfjfmjt3eqvaX-zgIVgP7iJ9v3q_mUuWsmTDQwZiOxyh04NTliHj456OT9NrWeEptWklBFfrz413Q_-c5f-sSR_F3d6oUuR8U9AaT3YZyA/s1600-h/Just+stuff+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348865700695831154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5yVu5J2Fo6RKKUkUX8maYSIfQab6rp851zRfjfmjt3eqvaX-zgIVgP7iJ9v3q_mUuWsmTDQwZiOxyh04NTliHj456OT9NrWeEptWklBFfrz413Q_-c5f-sSR_F3d6oUuR8U9AaT3YZyA/s320/Just+stuff+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This little guy loves, really really loves, to ride the rides in the mall. As soon as they are in sight, he asks me, "Aunt Kristin, do you have any '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">warters</span> (quarters)?"</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HBYBfLMfvVV2SZXak2FIOD40KgGHHBcjd2wmeMg-Nn64nUbn_MMLBg55Y0k7l3becP9oaOBUzkyzpEM2eAm0wnuC9aeO59aAUPzymv7U44JSaJWdGYfgl07eTEb-v5Q8q7WDBdPdq0E/s1600-h/Just+stuff+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348865690195907282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HBYBfLMfvVV2SZXak2FIOD40KgGHHBcjd2wmeMg-Nn64nUbn_MMLBg55Y0k7l3becP9oaOBUzkyzpEM2eAm0wnuC9aeO59aAUPzymv7U44JSaJWdGYfgl07eTEb-v5Q8q7WDBdPdq0E/s320/Just+stuff+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Bringing back many childhood memories for his Aunt, Eli hid behind every box on every shelf :-) Can you "Find It" ???</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPHYHHtBS3XBfMmOV3hG61_wLIzjz7VDTqAF7hqfkG12Cv_M2A3bfm8FN8a0r5Fi9JQ-lHb_A4zG51i2wj3gRi7EaUJprne-lBwGKGVbNwVbHhOpt9oBAiJqqVWRsNdR6NfGcdnhBTWY/s1600-h/Just+stuff+030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348866327479885970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPHYHHtBS3XBfMmOV3hG61_wLIzjz7VDTqAF7hqfkG12Cv_M2A3bfm8FN8a0r5Fi9JQ-lHb_A4zG51i2wj3gRi7EaUJprne-lBwGKGVbNwVbHhOpt9oBAiJqqVWRsNdR6NfGcdnhBTWY/s320/Just+stuff+030.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">All little girls need to express their creativity on someones hair at one point or another :-) I can remember doing this same sort of stuff to my mom's hair (Thanks Mom!)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbXWunkVetUuAVdNfD6i61Hs1PyBu8iLC_sWLg5gPB-azqSppbCXgJ2ff55zkWBPw-9xOop7dnY9l_g3r7maogGMTJjppxggkcb8IrAew-PtH53YXc7R0_ickwvBctkcUP-Zn9MuRqRA/s1600-h/Just+stuff+025.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbXWunkVetUuAVdNfD6i61Hs1PyBu8iLC_sWLg5gPB-azqSppbCXgJ2ff55zkWBPw-9xOop7dnY9l_g3r7maogGMTJjppxggkcb8IrAew-PtH53YXc7R0_ickwvBctkcUP-Zn9MuRqRA/s1600-h/Just+stuff+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348866330112520738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbXWunkVetUuAVdNfD6i61Hs1PyBu8iLC_sWLg5gPB-azqSppbCXgJ2ff55zkWBPw-9xOop7dnY9l_g3r7maogGMTJjppxggkcb8IrAew-PtH53YXc7R0_ickwvBctkcUP-Zn9MuRqRA/s320/Just+stuff+025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Jaime didn't believe that I would actually post these pictures....</span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQMJaVJa8nso4BE512-_7_nvJZ0RbH7UG9TvrXCbcQ07zftNHCVdn41GVsETRa7f2dd-0cv-IzsGSFmUGQKIIt-dx67zutHNWm7ngyvENYtd-ZnXwBqbect7ga_9lLuKkF5n73IiALw2g/s1600-h/Just+stuff+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348866333609352706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQMJaVJa8nso4BE512-_7_nvJZ0RbH7UG9TvrXCbcQ07zftNHCVdn41GVsETRa7f2dd-0cv-IzsGSFmUGQKIIt-dx67zutHNWm7ngyvENYtd-ZnXwBqbect7ga_9lLuKkF5n73IiALw2g/s320/Just+stuff+024.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">And last but not least, my three little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">treasures</span> playing in the window.........</span><br /></div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-55898940179411001662009-06-11T09:31:00.001-04:002009-06-11T09:32:50.616-04:00Thankful Thoughts #6 --- To Train Up a Child<a href="https://www.justforgrins.net/catalog/images/train%202.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://www.justforgrins.net/catalog/images/train%202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Here's a peek into a recent conversation I had with Cosette. This <em>Thankful Thoughts</em> post is for my Sister and Brother-in-law. I love my niece and nephews and am so thankful that they are being raised with a strong foundation in Christ.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Cosette:</strong> "Aunt Kristin, did you know that I have TWO dads?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Me:</strong> "Really? Who are they?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Cosette:</strong> "Well, I have one on earth who takes care of me. He buys me food, and clothes, and takes care of my family. His name is Joel! Then, I have one who lives way up in heaven, but that's ok, because hes with me all the time anyway. Hes making sure that when I die, there is room for me to come live with him. His name is Jesus! Don't I have two really great Dads?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Me:</strong> "Yes Cosette, you certainly do!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-49427473690774531352009-06-01T17:26:00.001-04:002009-06-03T08:28:54.334-04:00...May Her Testimony Carry On...<a href="http://www.answersingenesis.org/assets/images/media/cartoons/after-eden/20060123.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.answersingenesis.org/assets/images/media/cartoons/after-eden/20060123.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">There will be no more death or mourning </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">or crying or pain, for the old order of </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">things has passed away."</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;">--- Revelation 21:4</span></strong></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-45956050768723109092009-05-24T21:04:00.002-04:002009-05-24T21:05:42.584-04:00Three Little Kids Sitting in a Row....<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">If you happened to be sitting on our front porch on this nice Sunday afternoon, this is what you would have seen......</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339558825282777794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-3aCEBpwMzqAGliT1YapEC8D8p_7SjxAvhukX3Cii1rOYADJ_U6hJPkeUGgxQlYTALVUxhfS-WaIDESAwrZsLGU8Y6HEobUdvF2ebYgBK5D_FaWrbwUqNSDdTEc4l7MT53aocaGVIgU/s320/Pool+pics+329.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">One little girl who showed up at Grandmas house with swim suit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">in hand asking "Grandma, do you have a pool?"</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLqwJ16V0GpDDZBE8W82jNKeEiwxSQqPTGrjnUOzHkwyWHmPu__R6BO4tZoRA3TrDAewi1scM_nQ_nAlrr0cuw0X94SJpP5ZkIqanIaMqvkFHD-oP52c6VVE5c_5bU41WS785v-L8SFPE/s1600-h/Pool+pics+330.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnzi2j2l-zzyJL6BAzfg9YZzBhRSVRnM1XFpCa8b09n4MjssZ0vfZ8uXiYdjuGdVIszwa4Mf0l_Xam8U2NEl5VY89TkGb8t6py0kLF7HVaVObDIIvo2NIs6XT8TfkHEPm0TkDzVB-EF4/s1600-h/Pool+pics+331.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339558829137953666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnzi2j2l-zzyJL6BAzfg9YZzBhRSVRnM1XFpCa8b09n4MjssZ0vfZ8uXiYdjuGdVIszwa4Mf0l_Xam8U2NEl5VY89TkGb8t6py0kLF7HVaVObDIIvo2NIs6XT8TfkHEPm0TkDzVB-EF4/s320/Pool+pics+331.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;">One little boy who hates the grass, but is quite content to sit</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">on a blanket and watch everything going on around him.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339558847858492274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji6RsldN53XSvgb4ELtEGQQ4aZWSuwh2O_NjE75WVT73oXFWm1q_A50pXbi665DwsnCCaK_5sjvQ5dJ3H8bom53-E7r750Wqf2YtUkAasZPCMpD5CLugRh0srhigXLPkouTRDyhP7KgR0/s320/Pool+pics+332.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">One little boy who was tired of the pool and just wanted</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">to lay on "the nice soft towel".</span><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>Add all that up and what do you get?</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339558839169882034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnNlO8YHcJRzmUoSMJKPdUnzyI1Npbd3mUgFo_hKPzj0ImeDu2RNDwlSAwsjeEeAUVyDdg-64sY7CdgJrM0hBoht_pnM_vi6xDvvLshWS7sEIB4xBmU86E23i9qkzM0VwEjyZZoU9YZ4U/s320/Pool+pics+336.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Three little kids sitting in a row!</span><br /><br /></p>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-43022241875716733052009-05-16T23:18:00.003-04:002009-05-17T10:11:28.620-04:00The Girl Who Cried 'Nurse'!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">One of my dearest friends really made me think this week. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kalia's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Facebook</span> status read something like this: <strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>"Want to make God laugh? </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><strong>Tell Him your plans."</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">That took me back to many many years ago....let me explain....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">When I was a little girl, I couldn't stand hospitals, doctor's offices, dentist offices...basically anything that had to do with doctors and nurses. I would literally start feeling sick if I knew we were going to visit a person at the hospital. The smell, the strange noises, ugh....I hated it all. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Therefore, since the time she could talk, Kristin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Skidmore</span> has made it know that "I will NEVER be a nurse!" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">This proves you to be correct, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kalia</span>! I told God my plans and he just laughed, "Yeah right Kristin! Too bad you're not in charge!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I am thrilled about becoming a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">CNA</span>. Actually, I haven't been this excited about something in a long time! I'm excited about all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">opportunities</span> that this will open up for me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">In other words, learn from my example.....NEVER, ever ever...say NEVER!</span>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-2390280503902559222009-05-06T20:39:00.001-04:002009-05-06T23:54:03.748-04:00The End of the Beginning, and the Beginning of the End!<a href="http://www.nursinglink.com/nfs/nursinglink/attachment_images/0007/1090/steth_crop380w.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://www.nursinglink.com/nfs/nursinglink/attachment_images/0007/1090/steth_crop380w.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Yes, the title of this post says it all :-) I took my last test at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">GC</span> today, the place where I started my college experience. On June 12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>, I will begin classes at AC and graduate in August as a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">CNA</span>...Certified Nursing Assistant!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I am really excited about this! Graduating College, being able to do something that I (hopefully :-) ) enjoy, and best of all....never having to worry about school again :-)</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">We will be working in a Nursing Home the last few weeks of class; I'm not sure which direction I'm headed (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ie</span> geriatrics, pediatrics, home health etc) but I'm really looking forward to that experience.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I'm sure I'll have some fun stories from class this summer, so this blog should get really interesting in about a month :-)</span></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-67246761079944220432009-04-29T00:12:00.002-04:002009-04-29T00:14:16.838-04:00Thankful Thoughts #5 --- Always<span style="font-family:times new roman;">I've been reminded this week that even in hard and confusing times, there is always something to be thankful for. I found this picture by complete accident....when I needed it the most. While doing a google search for something completely unrelated, I found this random picture in the middle of the other images. I saved the picture and exited out of the screen. Just out of curiosity, I went back and did that exact same search......the picture wasn't there the second time.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Thank You God! You always know when I need a word of encouragement!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://creativesignshop.com/images2/thankful2.JPG"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://creativesignshop.com/images2/thankful2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-11196263287454389332009-04-22T23:45:00.003-04:002009-04-23T00:28:31.652-04:00Lets Get Together.......<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Although it was for a sad reason, My cousins and I enjoyed being able to spend so much time together last week. Since then, we have been able to get together and hang out a little more than normal. I know Grandma Rosina is smiling down at us from heaven.....she loved when we all spent time together. One of the best parts is that our 'long lost' 2nd cousin, Larae, came back into contact with us! I have enjoyed having her back in my life!</span></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">While together we were able to 'reproduce' a picture that was taken over 10 years ago in Grandma's back yard. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Other than Skyler and Damara being switched, the picture was exactly the same. (sorry about the quality of the first picture....its just a cropped version of the bulletin boards at Grandma's viewing) </span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327727097707341058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD11IBNXlnCDNMANAeMHJWGbWf3yN41iBCGrS4grpNmQsj_9Hkl4wvrblAyE6qkNY-ZIVcpr9Lzrg5U1ZntpTtxxLj8LrEPZPVj_UiQhis0YxkOg9zz9oG88Gr4To4lZTau-9l1_Z1vyw/s320/Grandma+Rosina+046+(2).JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">(Left to Right)</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Me, Wray, Damara, Skyler, and Larae</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Many Years Later......</span><br /></strong><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5Pua56UDdv2xmHesl2qhD71xHcoAetryM6SmBBOVNlv5_DGpP1Yq3HGAY-sYwlRJSez6vqUgYwaniXbIGN7YRAMXhbTEMLcCnnmg55vnN7WQdzwkCzOviZD2h2mlNjh_i4Cjd1jRfmE/s1600-h/Grandma+Rosina+072.JPG"></a></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327726421449948290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQRdoeX-FmQ6IXDAZb_HIiREHiY4gEyqW4M2C5SXjFjod_LQGbxvIE_S4lNMuhiUUc7RRmyhlx1T9MJdzUSgO55Vbez_s1qIOMeQG1O-RmkO3PnQswRWjdKmc7FBMr9jaZfE3ZXjOs_8/s320/Grandma+Rosina+073.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">(Left to Right) </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Me, Wray, Skyler, Damara, and Larae</span><br /></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-71181894091510830012009-04-19T21:08:00.002-04:002009-04-19T21:56:11.642-04:00My Grandma.....and My Pap<span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>My heart hurts. </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>There is a void, a hole that can never be filled again. In my short 20 years, I have never lost someone as close to me as Grandma Rosina. </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>How does one recover from something like this? I watch my Pap coming and going on his own...arriving at his house to find him eating lunch alone with grandma's home-made CD playing in the background. </em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>I watch him standing by her casket, tears streaming down his face; I can't recall a time that I have ever seen him cry.</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I know grandma is in a place that she never wants to leave again, she is happy. She can hear out of both ears.....she never has to worry about being cold, taking an extra pair of gloves along.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But what about Pap? His constant friend, companion, lover, soul mate........is no longer at his side.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Is there anything to say to him? </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">"It will be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span> Pap. We're here for you"</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Nothing we can say to him will ever heal the hurt in his heart.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Grandma is dancing on streets of Gold, while my Pap is hurting. </span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I love you Pap!</span></em></div><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326573440906153362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5VEP7RkepeFC9BubmfOL7kgTuJiMNSQ6e4A0IlBS629Swe8bdPzoq8cGDvB_rg69QcbnC2hexluOdvZ0KVvP1dVrTnwkOLX6ZJNlQatQ-7uQJWxYn39W_eBwX9TIJo-EGXfdAnSsupk/s320/Grandma+Rosina+050+(2).JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>My Grandparents on their 25<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> Wedding <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Anniversary</span></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><em>October 1986</em></span></p>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-40617716260027137422009-04-09T15:12:00.000-04:002009-04-09T15:12:49.691-04:00A Westinghouse<span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Maybe this is on the slightly silly side, but I thought I would share this joke with you anyway! Enjoy :-)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAVYrQ5KalhpApQo_jkgLl7dWZEeGV2L07T4NbAexRo7NE7DWPylHrWOgrgF6UQS25il17dh2iDNU-cc52Wlv3HzzSSZHhEOnH7kq5rAxsuJQxM0M6bq2Uw3-eXmTVcYpkCjs0CGIOPA/s1600-h/rabbit+in+fridge.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322770975310313666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAVYrQ5KalhpApQo_jkgLl7dWZEeGV2L07T4NbAexRo7NE7DWPylHrWOgrgF6UQS25il17dh2iDNU-cc52Wlv3HzzSSZHhEOnH7kq5rAxsuJQxM0M6bq2Uw3-eXmTVcYpkCjs0CGIOPA/s320/rabbit+in+fridge.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A lady opened her refrigerator and saw a rabbit sitting on one of the shelves. </span><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>"What are you doing in there?"</em> She asked</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The rabbit replied: <em>"This is a Westinghouse, isn't it?",</em></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To which the lady replied<em> "Yes."</em> </span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>"Well,"</em> the rabbit said, <em>"I'm westing."</em></span></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-47124469627292393872009-04-08T23:42:00.000-04:002009-04-09T15:14:19.854-04:00The Last Supper<span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">During the meal, Jesus took and blessed the bread, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">broke it, and gave it to his disciples:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>"Take, eat.This is my body."</em><br />Taking the cup and thanking </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">God, he gave it </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">to them: </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>"Drink this, all of you.<br />This is my blood,God's new covenant poured</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>out for many people for the forgiveness of sins.<br />I'll not be drinking wine from this cup </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>again until that new day when I'll drink </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>with you in the kingdom of my Father.”</em><br /></span></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-73225703044483146462009-04-03T23:07:00.002-04:002009-04-04T00:23:50.121-04:00This is Next<span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I just discovered that Joshua Harris will be having a <em>Next </em>conference in Baltimore, MD later next month (May 23rd-26th.) This is similar to the New Attitude conferences he did several years ago, for anyone who is familiar with those. I've ordered some info packets, which I expect in the mail sometime next week. I'll hopefully be planning to get a group together, but I'll post more about that when I have more details. The conference is geared towards college students and young married couples, ages 18-29, but anyone is welcome to come. All the registration and cost info is on the website <em>thisisnext.org</em> Check it out and be thinking about it. Baltimore really isn't that far, and it sounds like its going to be an amazing 4 days! </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_uThysLOeLY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_uThysLOeLY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578010905635990515.post-29841677924441135712009-04-01T18:15:00.005-04:002009-04-01T18:29:03.404-04:00Thankful Thoughts #4 --- Spare Keys and A Big Brother<a href="http://gozonetaxincentives.com/images/Car%20Keys%202.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://gozonetaxincentives.com/images/Car%20Keys%202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I was running some errands for work and talking to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Wray</span> on my phone while I was driving. Just as I was pulling in my parking spot at work our conversation ended with him telling me he was getting ready to leave the house. ( Mom and Dad were both gone for the day )</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I hung up the phone, turned off the car, and got out with my phone and keys in hand. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">"This is goofy", I thought, "I don't need to carry in my phone and keys, I'm just dropping stuff off and coming right back out." </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Now, I normally lock my doors when I go into work, just out of good habit. So I threw my phone and keys on my front seat, and (out of habit) locked my door. As if in slow motion, I slammed the car door shut just as I was thinking " Oh darn, I'm locking my keys in my car!"</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was too late. The deed had already been done, and there was no way of reversing the fact that I was locked out of my car standing in the parking lot at work.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">"Easy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">enough</span> to fix," I thought. "I'll just call <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wray</span> real quick before he leaves and ask him to bring me my spare key." So I reached into my pocket to retrieve my phone....."oh yeah, I locked my phone in there<em> too</em>!" Figuring that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wray</span> was probably walking out the door at that very second, I ran across the parking lot, flew through the door, across the room, and slid over to the phone. ( Getting some very strange looks from my co-workers, might I add) I dialed the house phone, but nobody picked up. "Darn, he already left!" </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">So I went to dial <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Wrays</span> number...and my mind went blank! "Ah noodles! What is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Wrays</span> number?" I usually just use the phone book on my cell phone, so I hadn't actually dialed it for a while. After a few failed attempts, I finally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">remembered</span> all the numbers in the correct order :-) </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Thankfully, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Wray</span> was only at the end of our drive way, so he went back inside and got my key for me. When he pulled into the parking lot he just rolled down his window, held out the key, and rolled his eyes as if to say, "What a weirdo".</span></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274353653477242590noreply@blogger.com5