<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818</id><updated>2012-01-30T19:30:09.158-08:00</updated><category term='1a'/><title type='text'>The Notelpats</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3324320104131350245</id><published>2012-01-27T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:35:00.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In an effort to get me out of my funk...</title><content type='html'>I've been in a funk this week. I have a terrible sinus infection so I feel like poo and have just been emotional and insecure. So, instead of complaining about it or talking about anything too serious, I just want to write a light hearted and fun post. It will be of no benefit to you, but here goes it...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 things you need to know about me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love Jesus. Like really. I've struggled for a long time with having a lack of passion for him and feeling like I'm not 'in love' with him. But I've realized lately how much that has changed over the past few years. I still have a long way to go, but I love him and depend on him. He has my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I love garage sales and flea markets. And I love them even more because my husband loves them too. That is like a dream date for us. I love Canton...and I don't mean the cute boutique stuff at the front. I like to bypass all of that and get into the section toward the back where you weed through people's old crap. Its so exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I do not like animals. I'm not scared of them or grossed out by them. I promise I don't hate your dog or cat. I just don't get attached and I sure as heck don't want to take care of one either. So I will be that mom that tells my kids NO when they ask to keep a pet. Colin, however, does not like animals either so I'm pretty sure he won't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Words are important to me. They make me feel loved or unloved. A little compliment can keep me going for a long time. An insult can rock my world. And a lack of words or wasted, useless words are even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I don't require a lot from friends. I need friends and love them, but feel like I'm a crappy friend in return because I forget that other people need more from me than I might expect from them. Don't know if that even makes sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I wish I was a better reader. I think people who read a lot are so cool. I enjoy reading, but it takes me forever because I have to reread a lot to understand OR I fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I fall asleep super fast. I could sleep standing up. When my head hits the pillow at night, I'm usually out in 2 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I want to learn to play the cello...BAD! It is absolutely my favorite, favorite instrument ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I'm super excited about Colin starting T-ball this spring, but nervous about being around other T-ball moms. I know I'll learn, but I know nothing about sports. I wouldn't know if my son did something wrong or not. And I'm certainly not competitive or hard core about it all. I hope there is atleast one other mom there that will be like me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I love my husband and kids to pieces. I feel like I'm cool by association with them. Haha! Jeff is just a fun man to be around. His brain fascinates me...and so do his looks! *wink wink* And Colin is so affectionate and quirky and intense. He is a neat kid. And my Carley is an independent girl with a fun and happy personality. I just love love love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3324320104131350245?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3324320104131350245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3324320104131350245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3324320104131350245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3324320104131350245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-effort-to-get-me-out-of-my-funk.html' title='In an effort to get me out of my funk...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5025002950846353044</id><published>2012-01-06T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:00:05.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do...</title><content type='html'>I have never claimed to be a good or organized writer, and I'm certainly not claiming that today. My thoughts and desires are all over the place. As I attempt to convey what is on my mind and heart...I apologize if you leave my blog more confused than when you started. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am notorious for thinking everything is a great idea. Im not usually apprehensive about life changes. This can be a good thing, but sometimes it leaves my mind confused and my heart unsettled. Jeff can even tell you the list of things that I have mentioned in the last year that we should do with our life. I've mentioned mission work, moving, job changes, you name it! So, with all of these "ideas" flying through my head I find it difficult to be obedient to God. Which one (if any) are we to do, God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share my latest thought with you. Now, I'm not saying we ARE going to do anything. I'm just saying its been heavy on my heart for a few months and I want to look into what this looks like for our family. The word "orphan" has been heavy on my heart. The Bible commands us in James chapter 1 to take care of the widows and orphans. This idea of taking care of orphans used to be an 'option' but has now turned into a command for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have thought and prayed about foster care and possibly adoption. It makes my heart race when I even say those words. For one, because it stirs my heart and for two, because it scares the crap out of me. It just seems so messy. Financially and emotionally. I mean not having any idea what this child might be like that is about to join your family and then getting attached and then being heartbroken when that child is ripped from your arms to go somewhere else. And I don't want to even think about what that will mean for us financially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time that the Bible's command to take care of the orphans has been mentioned lately those words, "foster care" come to mind. Every time I read scripture about justice, the words "adoption" come to mind too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Micah 6:8 says, "He has shown you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason it seems like taking care of the orphans is ALL OVER that verse. Maybe its just me, I don't know. But what a complete injustice it is for a child to not have a place to call home. What an injustice it is for a child to be ripped from their mother or father's arms...even if it DID need to happen for the good of that child. A good friend of mine always says, "To a child, a bad mother is better than no mother at all." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lately I think about my own children. Its not fair that my sweet kids get to come home everyday knowing that they will be loved and fed...and other children dont know that. Now I'm not saying that I have a perfect home or that we are perfect parents. We yell, we spank...alot, and I will even admit that "not nice words" are known to come out of my mouth when my patience is thin. No we are not perfect. But yes, our family loves each other and we are all taken care of. Why should we hoard the joy that we have in our home for just us. We were never intended to keep what God has given us for ourselves. Whether that be money, resources, talents, time, or even loving homes. Why not open our home to a child that has no idea that this kind of love even exists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently heard a song that says, "I don't have to worry and I don't have to be afraid. Cause you are God. Yes, you are God." That one line spoke to me on so many levels. If I were to choose this path of somehow taking care of an orphan, I don't have to worry or be afraid of the messiness of it all because He is God! But then also, I wonder how many orphans or displaced children even know that they don't have to worry or be afraid. Do they even know this God? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I cannot change the world. But what a joy (and a trial) it would be for one child to not have to be afraid. For one child to join our family...even if only temporarily...and to come to know this God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there are my incomplete thoughts and desires. No I'm not saying we are going to do this. I'm not saying we are not. This could be the first step of something that could come a few years later, or it could be another one of my crazy ideas that will fade away once I get a new idea. In all honesty, I kind of hope it doesnt fade away, because we are commanded to do something about this injustice. Now, I know some of you might be thinking "You are taking this too seriously...You can just send a little money here or there or pray for the orphans and thats good enough." I've thought that myself.  But if this is heavy on my heart, and I ignore it, then I am afraid of what I might miss out on that God has in store for us. And I would hate for a child to miss out on what God has in store for them. I don't want to compromise God's will for "good enough." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2207662888562242818-5025002950846353044?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5025002950846353044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5025002950846353044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5025002950846353044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5025002950846353044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-to-do.html' title='What to do...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-7604611409407347958</id><published>2011-12-08T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:47:33.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>For Today, Monday, December 19, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;like...not even cold! It's in the mid 60's. But I am NOT complaining. I hate cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas as a child. My grandparents would spend the night at our house (even though they only lived 2 minutes away). We would all pile in my brother's stinky room to sleep since the grandparents had to sleep in mine and my sister's room. And my grandmother would make the BEST breakfast on Christmas morning. Egg in a basket and sausage rolls. Mmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;my job that allows me to have 2 weeks off for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;ehem...you mean "already done created." I finally finished the play kitchen for the kids Christmas. The most expensive thing was the faucet ($20) which I was not real happy about buying. I had originally bought a J pipe for the faucet and some cheap faucet handles, but it just didn't work out because there was no possible way to attach the stinkin thing. Can't wait for them to see it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-246YtEsi_c4/Tu-2peH7pdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/U5zM9iRJKuk/s1600/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-246YtEsi_c4/Tu-2peH7pdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/U5zM9iRJKuk/s320/before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687965677969450450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glHTq9cUG1k/Tu-2poywVCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/YFbn211sRmo/s1600/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glHTq9cUG1k/Tu-2poywVCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/YFbn211sRmo/s320/after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687965680833418274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soon...I will post a new creation that I made that I am super excited about. But you'll have to wait, because its someone's christmas present and they might find it on here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to Arlington for a week tomorrow. Santa is coming early to our house tonight before we leave town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;there will hopefully be lots of reading since I am on a 2 week break from school. My goal is to finish the tail end of Redeeming Love and finish the tail end of Radical. I think I only have 2 chapters left in each book. Then if there is time, I will start a new one. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;the next 2 weeks goes by SLOOOOWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;Wastefulness. It's a huge pet peeve of mine. Yet, I am really good at wasting. I don't like food wasting, money wasting, and especially time wasting! It all boils down to being a good steward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;our lesson planning revolves around pinterest. Which may not be such a great thing, but we don't care. It has re-motivated us to do some new stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have had this in a center...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZtTyG5sufA/Tu-6V8QApKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pgn9IlYlNkM/s1600/magwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZtTyG5sufA/Tu-6V8QApKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/pgn9IlYlNkM/s320/magwords.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687969740505523362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made "rain" for a science experiment...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeLRcCIxDp0/Tu-6V5R1loI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xLelm3xN8I4/s1600/makerain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DeLRcCIxDp0/Tu-6V5R1loI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xLelm3xN8I4/s320/makerain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687969739707881090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I am excited to someday make these for my small group table...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExpyvEbkfS4/Tu-6WI3qcII/AAAAAAAAAb8/oa92ohqyaCc/s1600/seatcrates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ExpyvEbkfS4/Tu-6WI3qcII/AAAAAAAAAb8/oa92ohqyaCc/s320/seatcrates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687969743893065858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;my baby girl is almost 18 months old! It makes me sad that she really is not a baby anymore, but it is a BLAST to watch her grow. She is a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;"Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep his promise. Let us think of ways to motivate one another to acts of love and good works." -Hebrews 10:23-24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;Going out to eat using a Jalapeno Tree gift card from some sweet sweet friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;we got some pretty new hardwood floors in our living room thanks to Jeff and my Dad. Jeff worked really hard to sand them and then my dad came over Thanksgiving break while we were out of town to stain them. Those 2 guys are just stinkin handy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM7766vDHgc/Tu-855VkyyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/np8bT1Dly5Y/s1600/floors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM7766vDHgc/Tu-855VkyyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/np8bT1Dly5Y/s320/floors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687972557222103842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; when I have the perfect chip to dip ratio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A picture from my album... &lt;/span&gt;my little guy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwbCXjRX5JU/Tu--Jn_pi0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/WjEWShXpoHA/s1600/manfordwayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwbCXjRX5JU/Tu--Jn_pi0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/WjEWShXpoHA/s320/manfordwayne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687973926956272450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2207662888562242818-7604611409407347958?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/7604611409407347958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=7604611409407347958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7604611409407347958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7604611409407347958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/12/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-246YtEsi_c4/Tu-2peH7pdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/U5zM9iRJKuk/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-753912062832119740</id><published>2011-12-02T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:59:43.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manford and Lita</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So our family nicknames for the kids are Manford and Lita. Weird I know. Its actually our wifi name too at our house. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLIN WAYNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;4 years and 4 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 38 pounds, 4T clothes, size 10 shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feedings:&lt;/strong&gt;  Eats ALOT! The medicine he is on affects his metabolism so he is constantly eating. Still the same old favorites. Macaroni, Spaghettios, Lunchables, but some new favorites are chicken nuggets and popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt; baseball, football, hockey, basketball,  looking for leaves, race cars, The Cars movies, puzzles, Phineas and Ferb, counting to 100, writing letters and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt; nightmares :(, being told no, crooked socks, green beans, going to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issues:&lt;/strong&gt;  We are working on taking "no" for an answer. He just does not accept it! He will ask for the same thing 528 times and still not accept "no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality:&lt;/strong&gt;  Intense, big thinker, deep emotions, clever, really concentrates and tunes other people out, physically affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Areas to Work On:&lt;/strong&gt;  Taking "no" for an answer, counting, doing tasks without begging for help (picking up toys, putting on clothes, etc.) Also working on NOT putting his hand down his dang pants. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Things:&lt;/strong&gt;  reading and writing simple words. Its very beginner level, but he is slowly catching on! T-ball is starting for him in the Spring so he practices alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; In Sunday School, before Thanksgiving, Colin's teacher asked them to take turns saying one thing they were thankful for. Colin's response was "I am thankful for playing t-ball with my daddy." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARLEY ERIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: 17 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 17 months, wearing 18 month clothes and size 3 or 4 shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feedings:&lt;/strong&gt; She eats what we eat. And she eats anything and everything! She loves it all and is so not picky. The only thing we have found that she does not like is eggs. She loves macaroni, ravioli, string cheese, crackers, yogurt, applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt;  her "patti" (paci), her "buee" (bunny) She loves puppies, babies, books, and legos, and sitting in boxes. She loves to just pace through the house. She never stops or sits! She also loves brushing her teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt;  me fixing her hair, eggs, and water being poured on her head in the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issues:&lt;/strong&gt;  She pouts when Jeff spanks her hand, but laughs when I spank her hand. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality:&lt;/strong&gt;  silly, happy, friendly, content, determined, not physically affectionate like her brother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Areas to Work On:&lt;/strong&gt; Not climbing on top of furniture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Things:&lt;/strong&gt;  She is a busy busy walker! She is off and ready to tear apart anything in her path. We have to remember to move back all drinks, cell phones, etc. that we don't want broken or spilled! She also randomly has been saying 2 word sentences. She says, "more bites" and "I see Bubba" or "I see Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  She also likes to pull her jacket hood over her eyes and walk in circles until she runs into something. Strange kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, Lord, for Colin and Carley. Help me raise them to know you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-753912062832119740?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/753912062832119740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=753912062832119740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/753912062832119740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/753912062832119740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/12/manford-and-lita.html' title='Manford and Lita'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3980127609746868786</id><published>2011-11-12T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:03:34.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings...</title><content type='html'>No rhyme or reason to this post.... just a little pukage of all the very random things going on in the Notelpat world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jeff and I kind of randomly ripped up the carpet in our living room the other day. I've been wanting to do it for a while as there were lots of stains. It looks awful! Paint stains, a few small spots of water damage, glue streaks all over it. We are going to rent a floor sander to sand it and then my awesome dad is going to come and refinish it while we are in Houston to visit Jeff's sister (and future nephew) and her hubs. It will be nice to come home to a finished and ready floor after Thanksgiving that will be just screaming for a Christmas tree to sit on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Carley is not a happy camper right now. She has 2 HONKIN molars cutting through her fragile little gums. Poor thang. Lots of drool, Lots of patti (paci), Lots of holding, and Lots of tears. It makes me sad because its not like her to not smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Colin is doing fairly well with his new medicine. He had a few weird side effects the first few days but then those went away. The only thing that we have noticed with the new meds is nightmares. And he is all of a sudden scared of the dark when he lays in bed at night. But...the medicine is working. He is having WAY fewer seizures than before. We can hold a normal conversation and have consistent eye contact. He is still having them some though, so we will probably up the dose soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've decided that Colin will be coming to my school for Kindergarten next year. I'm really excited! I had originally planned on him going to the school by our house because there had been issues at my school that have now been resolved due to district rezoning. So, he will be coming with me! I'm excited that I won't have to miss out on things like his first day of Kindergarten, awards ceremonies, etc. It might be a little of an adjustment for him to realize that he can't come see me whenever he wants or talk to me in the hallway, but hopefully that will resolve itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Jeff.  Can't even explain why. We just have loads of fun together and make a great team. He is a great daddy too. I love life with him. We were talking today about how its weird to think that we used to "date" and we were scared to even hold hands. Then Jeff said, "Now we're...old. We're like adults or something." Yup. Kind of weird that we've been married for almost 8 years, have 2 kids, step on legos in the middle of the night, have a mortgage payment and entirely too much stinkin laundry. Wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3980127609746868786?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3980127609746868786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3980127609746868786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3980127609746868786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3980127609746868786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/11/happenings.html' title='Happenings...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-194006060160064460</id><published>2011-11-04T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T18:04:39.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I was going to wait until the week of Thanksgiving to write my annual "I am thankful for" post. But decided to go ahead and write now so that I can be in a thankful mindset this whole season instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is what I like to call "Positive Polly." She would always make us tell her 5 positive things about our day or 5 things we are thankful for. I would tell her the cliche answers. "I have a home, I have good parents, I have food." Well, some days I just did NOT want to tell her, nor could I even think of, 5 positive things! But I see now the point she was trying to get across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not saying that you are a terrible person if you've ever complained or not been in a thankful mood. Sometimes life just sucks. We don't get our way. Tragedy strikes. We fail. We lose people. We get depressed or lonely. The Bible even says in Ecclesiates 3 "There is a time for everything...a time to weep...a time to mourn." I don't think we would be honest with ourselves to not hurt and be angry sometimes with the way that life happens. Sure...take the time to weep and mourn and be mad and grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;“To say we feel grateful is not to say that everything in our lives is  necessarily great.  It just means we are aware of our blessings.” -Dr. Emmons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized here in the last 2 or 3 years how very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;life changing&lt;/span&gt; it can be to have a thankful heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard somewhere that being thankful means learning to live your life like everything is a miracle.  It is a continuous process of being aware of what you've been given. A funny thing happens when you practice thankfulness. Thankfulness depletes pride. Suddenly your life does not revolve around what you want or what you think you deserve or what you don't have. It turns into an acknowledgement of even the simplest things in life that we DO NOT deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how we ever got to a point where we think we deserve all that we do have. I think back to the cliche answers I gave my mom as a child. "I have a home. I have food." That meant nothing when I said it, because I guess I thought I deserved to eat and be sheltered and did not realize how food and shelter is a rarity to some. I also did not know this little tid-bit of scripture at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="woj"&gt;"From everyone who has been given much, much will be  demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more  will be asked.&lt;/span&gt;" -Luke 12:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Message Bible says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Great gifts means great responsibilities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything God gives us is for us to give away and share with others. Not to hoard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approach this Thanksgiving and Christmas season, practice bringing thankfulness to your experiences, instead of waiting for a good experience to make you thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-194006060160064460?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/194006060160064460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=194006060160064460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/194006060160064460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/194006060160064460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-684530489564809458</id><published>2011-10-21T15:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T15:53:22.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we have an answer...</title><content type='html'>I got the call from Colin's doctor. His MRI came back clear. (Thank the LORD!) Hiss EEG showed quite a few abnormal brain waves. She said he has generalized absence seizures. And we are starting him on a medication for it on Monday. I am ok with all of this because I have had time to process it. I mean I've been watching him do this for about a year and had researched enough that I even assumed that's what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was, "How much is this medicine going to cost us?" I will do whatever it takes to make sure my son is healthy, but its not fun to think about adding another section in our budget when we already don't make enough to meet the other sections. (Its all child care's fault! Lol) So I called CVS and they said it would be between 10 and 15 bucks! Woohoo!  Thank the Lord again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just pray that this medicine works and that we don't have to change to a different one. There are some possible side effects that may not be too fun depending on how severe. We also have to have his blood levels checked some to make sure they are stable. ??? Don't really know what that means yet, but I guess we will find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers, friends. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-684530489564809458?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/684530489564809458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=684530489564809458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/684530489564809458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/684530489564809458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-we-have-answer.html' title='And we have an answer...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6520324870342160633</id><published>2011-10-17T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:59:40.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>We finally have our appointment. We go this Wednesday to have Colin's MRI and EEG done at LSU Shreveport. Seems like every time I complain on this blog about something not happening fast enough it happens right after I complain! So next time you see a complaint, don't think "I wish she would hush!" Just think, "She's trying to get stuff done!" Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous for 2 different reasons. I'm afraid they will find something wrong with him. I'm afraid they won't find something wrong with him. Im fearful of the words, "He has a tumor." That would break my heart. But I fear just as much to hear, "It came back clear." Not that I want something to be wrong with him, but it would just leave an unknown why in my heart. Unanswered questions to his "symptoms." I would also be bummed that we wasted money on something that came back clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I am just darn thankful for a stinkin appointment!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6520324870342160633?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6520324870342160633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6520324870342160633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6520324870342160633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6520324870342160633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/10/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-1481972248218438832</id><published>2011-10-13T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:03:12.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preach it brotha...</title><content type='html'>Memorizing verses does no good unless you obey it. My prayer is that he will obey later what he is so easily memorizing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f5d494bcd4d096e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f5d494bcd4d096e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330316600%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23E2DD8C05EA23AB545D3F48D8990069BBCD7753.7217DC34F275F3880693B49563547A92F44C5C31%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5d494bcd4d096e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1KAj7Ad2G5Jq14sUG09fP6Ro45A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f5d494bcd4d096e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330316600%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23E2DD8C05EA23AB545D3F48D8990069BBCD7753.7217DC34F275F3880693B49563547A92F44C5C31%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5d494bcd4d096e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1KAj7Ad2G5Jq14sUG09fP6Ro45A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-1481972248218438832?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/1481972248218438832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=1481972248218438832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1481972248218438832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1481972248218438832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/10/preach-it-brotha.html' title='Preach it brotha...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3604931639489852865</id><published>2011-10-12T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:51:36.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on my heart.</title><content type='html'>Here is what has been on my heart lately. I'll try to keep it concise without rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A get this "itch" every year or so to have some sort of BIG life change. The past 4 years have consisted of moving towns and houses, having babies, and new jobs. Well its been about a year since I have had a big life change (Carley) and now I am getting that "itch" again to do something big in our life. I know that is probably unhealthy in some ways and may seem a little "discontent" or like I get bored easily. Ill be honest and say that the thought has crossed my mind lately that maybe its time to move. We have been here for 4 years, I feel "comfortable," and selfishly I want us to have better paying jobs to support our little family. But I'll also be honest and say that every time I have that thought, God tells me no and I agree with him. I have never agreed more to the lyrics "Greater things are yet to come, Greater things are still to be done in this city." Lord, help me to not mentally check out of this town. I'm at a point where things are routine here and its harder to hear you and obey what you will have me do in the depths of my crazy routine habits. Give me a love and passion and patience for your people here in East Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We had our first appointment with the pediatric neurologist a few weeks ago at LSU. I was nervous but we LOVED this doctor. She was very attentive to Colin's needs. Now we are going through the hassle of trying to set up an MRI and EEG appointment. However, insurance is a pain in the hiney when we have Blue Cross of Texas and LSU is not in Texas! So it should work out, but we have to wait for all the wrinkles to be smoothed out and wait on authorization from Blue Cross. That makes this momma's heart anxious and testy. All this extra waiting time has been filled with thoughts of "what if..." Seizures, Tourettes, Autism, and Tumors have all flown back in forth through my brain. I know his condition could be way worse and I am thankful every day his behaviors are mild. But the fact that it is not obvious what is wrong with him or what is causing it makes me stinkin crazy. Lord, protect Colin. Keep your hand on him every day. I thank you that you are our protector and provider and healer. Quiet my anxieties and thoughts with your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One of my biggest pet peeves is "TIME WASTING." I can't stand when people waste my time and I can't stand feeling like I just wasted someone else's time. I like productivity and efficiency. I confess that I've been a time waster lately. I spend way too much time on facebook and pinterest. I could and should be spending more time playing with my children and talking with my husband and digging into God's word. I know some of you good momma's are probably thinking "How could you not spend time with your kids!" Welp...I wish I was more like you. I adore my kids and do spend time with them but when I go to take a little "me break" it sometimes turns into a longer break than was intended. I long for God's words to comfort me and encourage me, yet I haven't been seeking his words as much as I should. Lord, you have the words of life. Give me discipline to seek them and to resist time wasting activities. Help me to make the most of my time with my family. Let me be a good steward of my family and my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go...a little portion of things that have been on my heart. Now I'm going to get off here and play with my childrens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3604931639489852865?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3604931639489852865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3604931639489852865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3604931639489852865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3604931639489852865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-my-heart.html' title='on my heart.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6442511369313034739</id><published>2011-10-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:15:04.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>So a few updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We had 17 students from our youth group go forward at a revival in Marshall and make a decision for Christ. Follow up on these students will be difficult with it being so many. So I will be taking Jeff's small group on Wednesday night so he can make a small group for those 17 students (I know, not so small, huh?) to talk with them more about their decisions and the next steps. Super exciting stuff! Please pray for these students. Pray that they would base their faith on truth on not emotion so that those days when they wake up and they are "just not feeling the whole God thing" or "just don't feel like it is real" they will KNOW its real because of the truth. Pray for Jeff to have words of clarity and encouragement when he speaks to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Work. is. killing me! So much "new" stuff happening. New report cards, new forms to fill out all the time, new assessments! And I'm in the process of being GT certified. I will be so glad I did it when it is finished, but as of right now I am not the best example of "Do everything without complaining (Phil.2:14)" But I have a super sweet class this year. I am enjoying their sweet and eager personalities. This class can totally handle creative activities that require lots of movement and freedom without me worrying that they will get too wild. Fun to try those kind of things with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am going to go out on a limb and say that Carley is an official walker...when she wants to be. She can so do it. She will pop up and walk across that living room floor sometimes. But most of the time she crawls...cause its faster! She is my sweet joyful girl with that 6 toothed cheesy grin! I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Colin's Neurologist appointment went so well! We LOVED his doctor. We were worried about LSU being such a huge place with so many people in and out. I thought she would rush through the appointment and not really listen to our concerns. She was so attentive to Colin and so kind. I feel like we struck gold with her! He will be having an EEG and an MRI sometime in the next few weeks so please pray for him and for the technicians. He is a special boy to us and we are anxious to get results and make decisions from there to get this under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life is good. It is full of busy-ness, anxiety, and exhaustion...but its good. Normally during times like this I get extremely overwhelmed very quickly. But this time is different. And I really think its because of the Word of God. The Bible has never really been that important to me until the past year. I now have his word hidden in my heart for times such as this. These 2 verses have been my source of strength over the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of the LORD’s great love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are not consumed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   for his compassions never fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are new every morning; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   great is your faithfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   therefore I will wait for him. -Lamentations 3:22-24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;The LORD your God is with you,&lt;br /&gt;   he is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mighty to save&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He will take great delight in you,&lt;br /&gt;   he will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiet you with his love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;   he will rejoice over you with singing. -Zephaniah 3:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2207662888562242818-6442511369313034739?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6442511369313034739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6442511369313034739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6442511369313034739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6442511369313034739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-449545779320219745</id><published>2011-09-20T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T16:53:48.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For Today, Tuesday, September 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know why I have this random memory. My grandma used to send my papa to the grocery store piled up with coupons. Well it made him nervous because he was afraid he'd get the wrong thing. So he would call me and say, "Ill pay you $20 if you'll go to the store with me and get all the stuff on this list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;Colin's teacher. She is so caring and attentive to her students. She has created such a safe and stable environment for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;I will be making this hairbow holder that I found on pinterest soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FefVn0iqOro/TnkicF0XMRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/u0NlS6pKTMc/s1600/hairbowholder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FefVn0iqOro/TnkicF0XMRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/u0NlS6pKTMc/s320/hairbowholder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654588673133850898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to take Colin to the pediatric neurologist on Monday. We FINALLY got an appointment and I am anxious to get the ball rolling and find out whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;lots and lots of GT certification work online. It will be worth it when I'm done, but its a pain in my hiney right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;I get the GT certification work done by the deadline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;I am so longing for time with my family. I don't feel like I get enough time with my kids in the evenings. And we definitely don't get enough time with the Daddy of the house. His weekends are booked....all the time. Sometimes I want to declare him "Unavailable to the rest of the world." I would love one entire day of just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;had to share this activity we did today and yesterday. It was really hard for some of them but made them really think. We talked about whether or not the letters in their names were made with curvy lines, straight lines, or both. Then they had to make the letters using penne pasta for straight lines and macaroni for curvy lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psCA51fVJhc/Tnkmb67QHZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/wtnckoyamek/s1600/name.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psCA51fVJhc/Tnkmb67QHZI/AAAAAAAAAbM/wtnckoyamek/s320/name.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654593068256468370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;I hate to admit this on a publicly read blog... but just noticed today that I have not shaved my legs in about 3 weeks. Gross. But I wear pants all the time...I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;"Respect is a minimum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;I made "egg in the holes" last night and they were SO good! Tonight...ordering pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;sleeping beauty girl, Phineas and Ferb loving little boy, studying Daddy, sleepy momma, and growling tummies all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;when all students are engaged and on task. Doesn't happen often during my day because they are only 5, but when it does happen its GLORIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A picture from my album...&lt;/span&gt;Jeff and I at our rehearsal dinner 7 years ago. We both had so much hair!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6P1N2WIIxo/TnkkL5uC9MI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HivOvQRHez8/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6P1N2WIIxo/TnkkL5uC9MI/AAAAAAAAAbE/HivOvQRHez8/s320/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654590594031482050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-449545779320219745?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/449545779320219745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=449545779320219745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/449545779320219745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/449545779320219745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/09/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FefVn0iqOro/TnkicF0XMRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/u0NlS6pKTMc/s72-c/hairbowholder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6516071774205525094</id><published>2011-09-10T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:59:19.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God provides</title><content type='html'>I just love how God provides. Sometimes its in a big ways. Like when we moved here, he provided for us a job and insurance and money for hospital bills after having a baby. Sometimes its just the little things that happen that are a sign of His provision. Lately...its been the little things. Something that just brings a sigh of relief and brings such a smile to my face. Examples...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Although there has been much smoke in the air from all of these awful fires, God has sent cooler temperatures to be that little bit of a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way our budget works, we have about 5$ left in our account after bills and groceries and all that. Suddenly Jeff needed bout 15$ to pay for parking at a game he was taking pictures at. That same day I had gotten a check for a piano lesson that was 15$. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After a crazy busy 1st 2 weeks of school, we had an unexpected schedule change in our normal day that allowed me and my teammates to just sit and talk and laugh together for about an hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I constantly get hand me down clothes for the kids. I never have to buy clothes for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a dishwasher. Yes I know that I got that like 6 months ago...but I still have not forgotten how much of my life was taken away from hand washing dishes. Its truly helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. After feeling a little financially desperate, the Holy Spirit reminded me of the verse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain  you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will  rescue you." -Isaiah 46:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a sweet friend who is one of the nurses at my GI doctor. Her kids go to the same daycare as my kids. She leaves free samples of my medicine for me at the daycare all the time so I don't have to buy any. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. CVS extra care bucks. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is in the business of providing for His people. He is faithful and I pray that I never lose sight of his faithfulness and provision. There have been times in my life that I have felt forgotten or desperate. But I know that he has never left me because he daily sends me love and sends me what I need just when I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6516071774205525094?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6516071774205525094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6516071774205525094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6516071774205525094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6516071774205525094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/09/god-provides.html' title='God provides'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5085057136008295180</id><published>2011-09-05T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T06:25:59.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notelpats Life</title><content type='html'>The babies have been with their grandparents all weekend and I miss them like crazy. So I'm going to write a blog post about each of them and what they are doing in this stage of life. I'm going to try to remember to do this every few months so I can go back and read and not forget what it was like to have little ones in the house. Before you know it, they will be driving and dating and getting jobs and .... well I'll just stop there before I have a break down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Colin - Colin is 4 years and 2 months. He is right on track for weight and height. I believe he is around the 50th% for weight and 75% for height for his age. I just can't believe he is 4! He started Pre-K at his school and he LOVES it! There have been no tears since he started. He loves his teacher and his friends and I am so happy for this. His teacher is really preparing those kids for kindergarten. Honestly, he is ready academically. He knows all letters and sounds, can read a few sight words, can count to 30, recognizes numbers and can make those sets, and even does a little addition/subtraction in real life problems (not on a worksheet). Like the other day he was eating mac n cheese. I told him to eat 5 more bites. He had eaten 2 bites and said, "Mommy I have 3 more bites left." However, I don't think he is ready for kindergarten when it comes to his maturity. He is not a behavior problem, but he is and always will be the youngest in his class. He is more sensitive, and cries LOUD when he doesn't get what he wants. Not like throwing a fit, just loud crying. We are working on that. He is a great kid though. He is going to start playing t-ball in the spring on my friends husband's team that he coaches. We are really excited about that and already practicing! He loves all sports, puzzles, race cars, and video games (which we have limited to 15 minutes a day...cause he is that kid that could play all day and get obsessive if we let him). He has gotten to wear he wants to say the prayer at the dinner table and I love hearing it. I love my quirky Colin man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYTOqmsU72g/TmTM4qWQmDI/AAAAAAAAAak/KrE0XDs6QOw/s1600/tballboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYTOqmsU72g/TmTM4qWQmDI/AAAAAAAAAak/KrE0XDs6QOw/s320/tballboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648865106441836594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Carley - Carley is 14months old. She weighs about 19 pounds and is around the 10% for weight. She is a tiny little thing but is steadily growing. Think she'll just be a petite thing her whole life. She CAN walk but really hasn't done it much. Stinker. She is so different than Colin with this. Colin LOVED for us to help him walk around the house by holding our hands. When we try to make her walk she throws her legs up in the air and plops down. But she will take a few steps here and there when she thinks we are not looking. She took 3 steps from the coffee table to the couch the other day and I was so excited! Carley got moved to a new big girl class. However, she is the youngest one in there too and its full of 18ish month old veteran walkers. I'm hoping that will motivate her to get up and move before she gets trampled in there! Carley is so laid back and independent. Doesn't need or want alot of help or comfort or snuggling. That kind of makes me a little sad, but I just let her be who she is...this will be a wonderful attribute later. She does like to be held and snuggle right before bed, so I try to soak up that time as much as I can. Lets see...things Carley likes to do...She LOVES to climb on the furniture. We have to keep our eye on her. I think we are going to build her a tree house or a jungle gym or something! She loves to mess up her brother's puzzles...and then laugh about it while he is crying. :/ She loves to rip off her shoes and socks and rip out her ponytails and hair bows (as you will see in the picture below). She loves stuffed animals to squeeze and hold and has inherited her brothers stuffed "puppy" and "money" (aka monkey).  She is saying other words too like, mama, daddy, bubba, up, uh-oh, more, and juice. She can talk well, but doesn't talk often. Again, different from Colin. I think she's just going to be a quieter girl. She is a sweet heart girl and I love my Lita Lou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-98zz6p6C7qk/TmTND1U1E0I/AAAAAAAAAas/nBAkH60cwps/s1600/crazyhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-98zz6p6C7qk/TmTND1U1E0I/AAAAAAAAAas/nBAkH60cwps/s320/crazyhair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648865298367189826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jeff - I guess I'll do a little update about the big baby too while I'm at it! Jeff recently set a goal for the youth group. He told them that if they got 50 students at their back to school event they could do whatever they wanted to him. Well...they got 51 students and they decided to shave male pattern baldness on him. What a trooper. And he even waltzed right into the middle of prayer meeting to show the rest of the church. He'll do anything to make people laugh. Below in the pic is Jeff with the youth member that he let shave his head. Jeff is a worker to the max. He does SO much stuff and its always for other people. The only thing that saves him is that all that stuff he does for other people, he happens to enjoy too. He is a jack of all trades, is multi-talented and can do just about anything you need done. Here is a list of things he has been doing. He started the Masters program at ETBU, he has started over seeing the college department at church and has started teaching their sunday school class, he has taken on ETBU football photography on Saturdays, and Marshall high school football photography for the newspaper on Friday nights. In the midst of all the "new" stuff he has taken on, he still manages to take care of all technology issues at church that arise, he manages to give baths and change diapers and feed kids and practice some t-ball in the evenings, and he even manages to send me texts in the middle of the day that just say, "Love you." I think I've got a pretty great guy. Love that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_0mZR93HQ/TmTNTZh0rRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/YhFzum9VoQY/s1600/baldman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vr_0mZR93HQ/TmTNTZh0rRI/AAAAAAAAAa0/YhFzum9VoQY/s320/baldman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648865565783403794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5085057136008295180?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5085057136008295180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5085057136008295180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5085057136008295180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5085057136008295180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/09/notelpats-life.html' title='The Notelpats Life'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYTOqmsU72g/TmTM4qWQmDI/AAAAAAAAAak/KrE0XDs6QOw/s72-c/tballboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6495826648625644543</id><published>2011-08-26T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T11:57:32.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For Today, Sunday, August 28th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;way...too...hot. I'm super excited for Fall weather. I love East Texas trees in the fall. Ready for bike riding, walks, pumpkin patches, etc.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;how much kindergartners don't know when they come in. I forget how much I have to explain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;my husbands help this week! The first week of school is torture. I've had bus duty this week (which entails riding the bus with the kids in the heat). So needless to say I have wanted to just fall out when I get home. Jeff has given baths, fed, clipped toenails, changed diapers, dressed kids and taken kids to school. He's a good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;a blog post. Sorry...that's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to go insane if I get another Medical Bill in the mail. Pooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;Redeeming Love. Almost done! I would have finished it a long time ago because it is such a fast and easy read. But I started school this week and had no life. Hopefully I finish this weekend because the kids will be with their Granny and Pops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;Carley will stinking walk. I'm not worried because I know she can. I've seen her take a few steps. But the girl is almost 14 months old and will not walk! She just doesnt want to. Stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;Leadership lesson to teach tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;Routines and Procedures all week. I have a great group of kids. They are very sweet. We are just working on the fact that school is not all play. We have to work a little too! Looking forward to seeing them grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;Colin will be in kindergarten this time next year. Makes me sad! Colin's teacher has been talking to them about "getting ready for kindergarten" and Colin came home and asked, "Mom, when do I get to go to kindergarten?" Ummmm...no thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;  "Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.” -Lamentations 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;I baked potatoes in the crockpot while we are church this morning and we had BBQ baked potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;Phineas and Ferb, Jeff asleep in the recliner, Carley asleep in her crib, and Colin fighting sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;these days...my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From my picture album... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my teammates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNT9OaluVv4/TlqPJG2FN6I/AAAAAAAAAac/iY3CH-ebphY/s1600/team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNT9OaluVv4/TlqPJG2FN6I/AAAAAAAAAac/iY3CH-ebphY/s320/team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645982469481379746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6495826648625644543?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6495826648625644543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6495826648625644543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6495826648625644543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6495826648625644543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/08/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lNT9OaluVv4/TlqPJG2FN6I/AAAAAAAAAac/iY3CH-ebphY/s72-c/team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3262604205422082043</id><published>2011-08-12T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:46:36.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognizing God as Creator</title><content type='html'>From the time we were wee little tots we have been drilled in church with recognizing God as the creator. We have all made those cute little crafts with handprints that say, "God made me special!" In fact Colin has memorized the right answers to this daily conversation that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Colin, who made you?&lt;br /&gt;Colin: God&lt;br /&gt;Me: How did he make you?&lt;br /&gt;Colin: Special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he wants to be humorous and shake things up a bit, he will replace the word 'God' with 'Carley' and 'Special' with 'Goofy.' There is much truth in that second answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think because we have been taught this at such a young age that is unable to process complexity, its become nothing more to us as adults than it is for Colin right now. Its a memorized concept. We know God made us and made the universe and we choose to leave the thought at that. Heaven forbid we ever think further and stretch that thought from a memorized saying to possibly a new outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we recognize God as creator? Well why should we recognize anyone for who they are? Because we treat people differently depending on who we recognize them as. As a child you did not treat your best friend and the principal of your school the same way. You recognized that your principal had authority over you, and had power to do whatever they judged was best, and that they were just a heck of alot smarter than you were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we not think of God in this same way? Recognizing God for who he is as the creator changes alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You know longer see yourself as the one who knows you best. You see God as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Because of the above statement, you make decisions differently too. Instead of basing your decisions on what you want or how you feel, it would only make sense to consult with the one who made you and already knows your thoughts and desires and knows whats best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You will begin to be a better steward. You acknowledge that your stuff, your family, your accomplishments, and even the brilliant ideas and thoughts you've had... are not yours! You didn't make yourself so you can't take credit for anything that you've done.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Side note: I have a hard time understanding why we do birthday parties for this very reason. Its just weird to me! Its not like we can say, "You are so awesome because you ripped yourself out of you mother's womb on this day 28 years ago!" If anything, we should be celebrating God as the creator when we have birthday parties...not the person! I do like birthday parties though...I promise I'm not going to deprive my children of them in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You realize that your "being created" is not done! I don't think God ever intended for us to say, "Thanks for making me! See ya later!" We are still a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have heard the lyrics, "You are the potter and I am the clay." Those cute little pots at Ellis Pottery in Marshall weren't just whipped up real quick and thrown on a shelf! The pots were first prepared for wheel throwing, then accurately shaped and trimmed on the wheel, then dried, then glazed and fired, then painted, etc. Its quite a process to get a lump of clay looking like a beautiful jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel like a lump of clay. (I'm not just talking about physical beauty...I'm talking about our character.) Remember God is not done with you! Sometimes we take credit for being a beautiful jar. Remember that you used to be a lump of clay and you didn't put yourself on that wheel to be perfectly shaped and trimmed. He makes beautiful things out of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I would begin to take on this mindset and recognize and acknowledge God as my creator. I pray that Colin and Carley would one day understand this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this blog post by Michael Gungor (Christian artist). You will especially appreciate this if you are a musician or just appreciate music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gungormusic.com/blog/?p=125"&gt;Creativity and Music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3262604205422082043?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3262604205422082043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3262604205422082043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3262604205422082043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3262604205422082043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/08/recognizing-god-as-creator.html' title='Recognizing God as Creator'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-8521171169480128061</id><published>2011-08-10T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:07:23.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated.</title><content type='html'>I will probably regret this later, but I am allowing myself one post to "vent" and be real about what frustrates me. I have already decided that I will end this post by remembering what God has done for me and counting my blessings. I guess ending that way will make me not feel so guilty about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated that LSU STILL has not called me back. Colin's paperwork is there and now I'm waiting on a call. I know Colin is not the only patient but today was a really rough day for him. Lots of "seizures" ...some were even longer lasting than normal. (I put that in quotes because he has not officially been diagnosed with that...even though in my heart I feel like that is what is going on). And I hate how much these seizures even seem to effect his mood. On days that he has a lot of them, he just seems unsettled, irritable, and doesnt want to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated that every time he has a seizure it makes me think of my sister. I'm frustrated that she is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated that I cannot seem to give equal attention to both of my sweet children. I've been closely watching and tending to the needs of Colin lately and I feel like I can't give Carley enough attention. She is precious...and never seems unhappy or neglected but it bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated that my budgeting skills stink. I take that back. My budget on paper is beautiful. Executing it in real life is always a fail. EVERY month we go over. This month we went way over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated that there is never time... Never time to catch up on anything, never time to just sit and enjoy eachother as a family, never time to go on a date with the man I love, never time to do things I enjoy. I want to sew, I want to be crafty, I want to read books, I want to play the piano, I want to learn a new instrument, and if it were even remotely possible I would go back to school because I want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep enough clothes clean in this house. I can't remember to take my medicine regularly. I can't pee without a child walking in or little fingers sliding in under the door. I can't ever be on time because I can't ever find my keys. I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I feel better. I am all about being real, but I know that it is detrimental to my spiritual health to complain like this all the time. I have been striving to be filled with the Spirit...and there is no room for the Spirit in a heart that is full of negativity, fear, and anxiety. God is good all the time. My circumstances may not be good all the time...but He is. There is so much to be thankful for. I have 2 beautiful kids, and wonderful husband, a job, a house, a dishwasher (hey! the dishwasher is important! A few months ago I would have said I was frustrated that I spent 2 hours a day washing dishes!) The most important thing I have to be thankful for is that He saved me. I am a changed life because of His love. I think differently, feel differently, act differently because I am not who I used to be. God is good all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-8521171169480128061?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/8521171169480128061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=8521171169480128061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8521171169480128061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8521171169480128061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/08/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-49782302304161854</id><published>2011-08-04T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T19:46:55.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Faithful</title><content type='html'>Faithfulness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the word "faithful" I think of the word "always." I think of consistency and stability. I think of a single solid tree that has continued to fulfill its duty to stand even through the fiercest of storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder if that describes me or not. It's easy to be faithful when I'm comfortable and happy. But what do I do when discomfort or negative emotions come about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I learn to be faithful to God always?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not start with His example. We always say, "We love because he first loved us." Why not say, "We are faithful because he was first faithful to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Teach me your way, Lord, that I may rely on your faithfulness; give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name." -Psalm 86:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot rely on my circumstances or emotions, for they always change. I must rely on His faithfulness, for it never changes. My actions and decisions should be in response to His faithfulness not on what is happening in my life or how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see." -Hebrews 11:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mindset of the faithful. The faithful do not depend on what is seen or on results. They depend on what God has promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you continue to read Hebrews 11, we get a running history of the faithful. We read, "By faith Enoch..." and "By faith Abel..." and so on and so on. I can't help but get chill bumps when I read this chapter...reading about the actions that came from faithful hearts. This chapter has 40 verses. But my sweet friend told me the other night that someone told her that if you could add a verse 41, would it include your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I wrote in a verse 41 to my Bible. *Gasp!* I know! I wrote in my Bible AND added a verse. Verse 41 says, "By faith, Sarah _________." Sometimes we forget that this story does not end in the Bible. We are the extension of that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that at the end of my life I can fill in that blank and that my God will say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well done, good and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faithful &lt;/span&gt;servant, well done.&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/2207662888562242818-49782302304161854?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/49782302304161854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=49782302304161854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/49782302304161854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/49782302304161854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/08/old-faithful.html' title='Old Faithful'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5481889669136735344</id><published>2011-07-27T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T07:43:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to publicly declare a few goals that I have .... with  attached deadlines. I figured if I "said" it outloud...then maybe I'd be  more likely to do it so that I don't let you guys down! You know...all 4  of you that read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish revamping this play kitchen set  for the kids for Christmas. Deadline: well...Christmas Day! This is the  before, and I hope the after looks the way it looks in my head right  now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBgPQ9tiojE/TjAjT5eqH1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/kN9tG1vu2K0/s1600/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBgPQ9tiojE/TjAjT5eqH1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/kN9tG1vu2K0/s320/kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634041958594387794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Write a 9 week Bible Study for Youth on the Fruits of the Spirit.  Deadline: End of Summer 2012. I just started a Beth Moore Study on  Fruits of the Spirit/Being filled with the Spirit so I'm hoping that  will give me some insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read all the Harry Potter books.  Deadline: End of Summer 2012. I've read bits and pieces, but need to  read straight through. I know for some of you that seems like a  rediculous timeline. If you are like my husband he could read all of  them in one night! But I don't work that way. I really love to  read...but I fall asleep very easily and when school starts...life is  insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make a blog or website for my name frames that I'm  wanting to start selling. Deadline: End of August. I'm really excited  about this! My friend, Randa, has a business called Karleigh Grace  Boutique. She makes awesome clothes! She's a genius and so creative.  Anyway, she saw my frames and said she wanted me to make a few and put  them in her shop. She also gave me a few new and fresh and way cute  ideas on how to make some different kinds of frames! I don't expect to  make huge buckaroos off this. But just a little eating out money and  such would be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzaIsfo241A/TjAjzWEYJ7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/xHb7D8f71eE/s1600/nameframe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KzaIsfo241A/TjAjzWEYJ7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/xHb7D8f71eE/s320/nameframe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634042498844731314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my goals. My goal is to achieve at least 2 of the 4 goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  for a little side note. I would like to ask you guys to pray for my  Colin. Its nothing too serious, but he's been showing signs of either a  tick or mini-seizures. There also might possibly be some sleep apnea or  something going on. Anyway, we are being referred to a child neurologist  at LSU in Shreveport. Pray that we will be able to find out what's  going on in his sweet little brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5481889669136735344?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5481889669136735344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5481889669136735344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5481889669136735344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5481889669136735344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/07/goals.html' title='Goals!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hBgPQ9tiojE/TjAjT5eqH1I/AAAAAAAAAaM/kN9tG1vu2K0/s72-c/kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-7378352510254269525</id><published>2011-07-23T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T12:15:00.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 23, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUnnyYqE3OY/TisdTxxMaeI/AAAAAAAAAaE/O44wCin9XWc/s1600/colin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUnnyYqE3OY/TisdTxxMaeI/AAAAAAAAAaE/O44wCin9XWc/s320/colin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632627984571328994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NkDQwIqstI/TiscmokpMQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HMyXeC4R3DM/s1600/colin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NkDQwIqstI/TiscmokpMQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HMyXeC4R3DM/s320/colin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632627209008656642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--aCY4a93LsY/TiscSIz8iOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GEGNJMi72l8/s1600/colin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--aCY4a93LsY/TiscSIz8iOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GEGNJMi72l8/s320/colin3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632626856885520610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfOmmRsM4kw/TiscSMN4g2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/YabOmnaNIxI/s1600/colin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wfOmmRsM4kw/TiscSMN4g2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/YabOmnaNIxI/s320/colin4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632626857799615330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RT3wY3iX1J0/TiscR1rcJzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Z5-Ek-jgz8w/s1600/colin5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RT3wY3iX1J0/TiscR1rcJzI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Z5-Ek-jgz8w/s320/colin5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632626851749570354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt-jI8sur04/TiscSZpu4FI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Jbyj2EiFqQA/s1600/colin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had only lived in Marshall for less than 2 months. We lived in a teensy weensy married housing apartment at ETBU. We didn't really know anyone yet. We had visited our church only 2 or 3 times, but had not joined yet. I had JUST met my new teammates for the first time at a 3 day workshop.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NkDQwIqstI/TiscmokpMQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HMyXeC4R3DM/s1600/colin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been having "cramps," but didnt think much of it. Jeff began timing them and he starting getting really antsy and hyper. He begged me to go to the hospital. I kept saying, "I'm not going in there just for them to tell me I needed to fart! That would be so embarrasing!" And I still had 5 weeks to go, so I knew I probably wasnt in labor. We went home. He called the hospital and talked to a nurse who said I should come in. I slowly paced around the house not having a clue what to do while Jeff installed the carseat and grabbed our toothbrushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called our parents and told them we were going, but told them not to come because we figured I'd just get some medicine and go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get there and they check me and say, "You are 5cm and 80% effaced. There is a 75% chance you are having this baby tonight." And I got a few comments of "How are you not in much pain right now?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we called the parents. They came. I pushed for about 30 minutes, and by 5 am on Monday morning we had a 5lb 5oz relatively healthy baby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did have to stay a few extra days because of low body temperature, not eating, and pretty bad jaundice. But nothing too serious. I think back now about how lucky we are that he wasn't more sick than he was for being so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this boy. He is my first-born. He has taught me so much over the past 4 years about what true unconditional love is. About Christ's love. Being a mom forces you to learn what that is really like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe this little man to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin is intense. He intensely loves, intensely feels, and REALLY intensely thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Colin's brain! Its so unlike the way I think. He thinks deep and wants to really understand things all the way before he moves on to something else. Very much like his dad. He loves puzzles and problem solving games. He loves letters, words, and the next step for him is easy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy loves him some sports! If we are watching a game on TV...it is not enough for him to watch. He must play too! So he gets all suited up for the game and copies what they do on TV. And dont EVER take him to a real game unless you are planning on taking him down on the field or court to actually play to. In his mind he is a part of that team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been labeled by our friends as "spastic." Which is so true. He's got a ton of energy and when he gets excited...its kind of crazy. But Jeff and I get to see his "down time." He loves to just sit by himself and work a puzzle. And hes not too old (yet) to say, "I want to hold you," and crawl in our lap so we can sing to him or tell him a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that as he grows up and has lots more birthdays, that he will begin a relationship with Jesus Christ and that this relationship will be "intense." Colin is a very different little boy and I pray that he will begin to find out what God has in store for him and how God will use his wonderfully made personality and gifts for His glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, big boy! I am so proud of you and cannot wait to see how God uses you. 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alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;{one}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what is your dream job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh...I have quite a few. I would love to stay home with my kids/do youth ministry more than I do with my husband. But I would also love to do some sort of Family Help/Ministry. Like I would love to give parenting classes (not that I really know how to parent that well..I really don't ever know what I'm doing!) and just put on events for families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;{two}&lt;br /&gt;how many best friends do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMBMCsjev3Q/TihkfJM44mI/AAAAAAAAAZM/aibnEry1yKM/s1600/jenni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMBMCsjev3Q/TihkfJM44mI/AAAAAAAAAZM/aibnEry1yKM/s320/jenni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631861820235506274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have lots! But I'm going to have to put my seester-in-law in the spotlight since she is about to crush my heart into a million pieces and leave me for Houston. I love my Jenni. We can talk about anything and everything or we could sit in silence for 30 minutes and its ok! We are opposites in alot of ways...and I like it that way! She's a fun gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;{three}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what’s the longest road trip you’ve ever taken?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont really remember it but we drove from Texas to Minnesota for a mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;{four}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if you had to do one single thing every day for the next year, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weird question...I guess I would choose take care of my family or read my Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;{five}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;what’s one story your family always tells about you?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jeff always tells people about all the times I have tricked him into thinking I was pregnant. I'm weird I know. I don't know why I think its fun. I guess because I like the facial expressions I get from him.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;{six}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how did your parents pick your name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think my mom just liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;{seven}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what’s the one thing that scares you more than anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rodents and seizures. But not those 2 things combined! I mean separately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;{eight}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are you a good cook?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting better! I have picky eaters in my family though, so there's not alot I know how to make because there's not alot of dishes to choose from when the men only like meat cheese and potatoes. There is only so many forms of that to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;{nine}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;where do you see yourself in 20 years?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I'll be 48. weird. I'm not sure! And I'm ok with not being sure! I would hope that I'd still be serving in some sort of ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;{ten}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what’s your best childhood memory?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I remember lots of children camps and Vacation Bible Schools. I remember going to the 4th of July Parade every year with my dad. And I can't help but remember all the memories of sharing a room with my sister. Like her singing in the middle of the night or getting up to take a shower at 2 in the morning...just because she felt like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6653311823955963658?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6653311823955963658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6653311823955963658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6653311823955963658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6653311823955963658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/07/wee-bit-wednesday.html' title='Wee Bit Wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMBMCsjev3Q/TihkfJM44mI/AAAAAAAAAZM/aibnEry1yKM/s72-c/jenni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5838449936449654009</id><published>2011-07-13T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:52:40.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness!</title><content type='html'>Once a month I meet with 3 other ladies in our church. 1 is my age, 1 is middle aged, and the other is a sweet little grandma. Every time we have met we have discussed a fruit of the spirit. We don't follow a bible study, we just each bring a verse or 2 and a thought or 2 about that fruit. I love those ladies and what they have taught me. So I thought Id share a little bit of what we discussed about this fruit of the spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a word freak. I love scrabble, boggle, etc. But I also love word meaning games like Balderdash. I am on dictionary.com atleast once a week. Its not that I don't know what words mean, but sometimes I want to see a definition or some synonyms to get a deeper understanding of a word. So in preparation for this meeting, what did I do first? Looked up some definitions of "goodness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, according to dictionary.com, is "excellence of quality" or "the best part of something." It refers to something that meets a certain standard or expectation. It fulfills the goal of the job. However, each person has different standards or expectation. But regardless of differing standards there is one thing in common - goodness brings about some benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greek word for goodness is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agathosune &lt;/span&gt;which means "good result or benefit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about it. We say, "That was a good sermon," because it benefited our hearts and hopefully resulted in a change in our life. We say, "That was a good hamburger," because that hamburger benefited our tummies and resulted in fullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is still that problem that each persons standards for good are different. What I think is good or good enough may not be what you say is good or good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A certain ruler asked him, 'Good teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?' 'Why do you call me good?' Jesus answered. 'No one is good-except God alone.'' - Luke 18:18-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often talk about "good" according to human standards, but how often do we remember that God alone sets the standard for goodness. When we say our efforts or our works are good, have we considered what God has expected? When we say a movie or a TV show is good, is it really what God would approve as good? When we think we are being good parents or spouses, have we considered the standard that God has set for a Godly household?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying that everything you and I have ever done is worthless and is a waste of time. But I know that I am often content with my roles and my work because I label it as good according to what I think is good. I often fail to remember that God has so much more in store for me and has called me to so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't beat yourself up and think, "Im not good enough!" (which was one of my first thoughts when we studied this). Remember that your life in Christ is not about you and how good you are. Its about HIM and how good HE is! But it is our calling as Christians to follow that perfect example of goodness. And we are at an advantage as Christians. When we become children of God we are heirs to everything that is his. Which means we DO have some goodness in us! Romans 1:14 says this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I myself am convinced, my brothers, that you yourselves are full of goodness, complete in knowledge, and competent to instruct one another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us his goodness! But not, however to benefit ourselves or to boast about. But rather to benefit others and further His kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5838449936449654009?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5838449936449654009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5838449936449654009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5838449936449654009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5838449936449654009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-my-goodness.html' title='Oh my goodness!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-2387914347621091016</id><published>2011-06-30T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:07:46.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1a'/><title type='text'>1 year</title><content type='html'>June 30th of 2010 was a day I won't forget! I woke up having contractions. We had a scheduled doctor appointment at 9am anyway so we decided to go there first. After they confirmed my labor we drove over to Good Shepherd Medical Center where they broke my water and got the process going! At 7pm my baby girl was here! 6lb 8 oz and 19 1/2 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 26th of 2010 was a day I won't forget either! It was our sonogram day where we were going to find out the gender. I was convinced I was having another boy. Jeff and Colin were there too. Then they showed us "the part." Right away I could tell what kind of part that was and I said, "That's a girl isn't it?!?" "Yes it is!" said the nurse. But I was suprisingly excited! Part of the reason was because I could use my sister's name for the middle name. That was important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always told people that I wanted a house full of rowdy boys. I never disliked girls, but just didn't have a desire to have one like I wanted boys. But it is awesome having a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say that it is a bit intimidating to me when Carley is around other little girls at church or wherever whose momma's are amazing and know how to dress them perfectly with the perfect matching bow. My poor girl always has food on her face, and boogers hanging out of her nose, and has pulled out her pigtails so that she looks like she has horns on her head. But she's my girl, and she's a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her personality and sometimes even wish I was like her! ...I know, I know...she's only 1. But she's just so cool. She's usually happy. She's very social and loves people right away. You don't have to do or say anything to her first...she'll just start waving and smiling at you. She loves to be around people, but she's also content playing alone. She knows what she wants and communicates it well. She doesn't make you read her mind! (How's that for a woman? haha) And the one thing I love about her that I am eternally greatful to her for...is that she SLEEPS ALL NIGHT LONG! The girl loves her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was just a little over a year ago, I have a hard time remembering what life was like before we had her. The other day Colin found a picture of the 3 of us before we were even thinking about having Carley. He looked puzzled and said, "Where's Carley?" It made me so happy. I remember at one point being so worried about him getting used to not being the only kid, and I was so worried about being a mother of 2 rather than 1. And now, its just the norm of our family. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carley just a few minutes after she was born!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624043594291435522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoOlKVETITM/Tgyd2f8NWAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/lWUxuliWv0E/s320/carley1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3 months old&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624135183768833698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mMD7-BLPspI/TgzxJtVRTqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HnBkEB44IjY/s320/carley2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Valentines Day 8 months old&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624043607089591010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79-sDPaqMvw/Tgyd3PnhsuI/AAAAAAAAAY0/fv9MkkEz0gc/s320/carley3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 months old and happy as can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624043608245445410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyF5BxUiVSY/Tgyd3T7GoyI/AAAAAAAAAY8/mJr1b5lkaZM/s320/carley4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Lita Lou! Happy Birthday! I am excited to see you grow up, but just slow down a little, ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be looking for a similar post in about 3 or 4 weeks about her big brother who is about to be 4! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, God, for children. Thank you for what being a mommy has taught me about your love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-2387914347621091016?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/2387914347621091016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=2387914347621091016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/2387914347621091016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/2387914347621091016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/06/1-year.html' title='1 year'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AoOlKVETITM/Tgyd2f8NWAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/lWUxuliWv0E/s72-c/carley1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-1581117830164971025</id><published>2011-06-13T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:16:23.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;For Today, Monday, June 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;our grass is getting a much needed trim by my hardworking husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;piano lessons when I was little. Now that I am teaching piano it has got me thinking of my old teachers, recitals, competitions, and theory tests! My student is SO good and is already at a point where there is not much I can do for him. He is a self-teacher and figures things out before I even have the chance to explain it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;pay-days....and even bills too. Thats something I can take for granted sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;1 wedding and 2 baby name frames this week. I also have a desk/permanent home for the sewing machine now, so hopefully there will be some stitchin goin on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to swim lessons with Colin this week, Youth Camp next week, and then our vacation the next week! Let our Summer marathon of week-long events begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;Radical (almost done!), The Velveteen Rabbit (to Colin), and when Radical is finished I will start reading through the Harry Potter books. I inherited Jeff's kindle and I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;this summer goes by slowly. Trying really hard to cherish every little moment of rest and moment with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; planning Colin and Carley's birthday parties. Going with Garden/growing theme for Carley and going with Disney Pixar Cars for Colin! Going to get a water table for little sister and going to get a bike with training wheels for the man-child. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;Packed up! Done! Not thinking about it at all until beginning of August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; I am beginning to think that the American culture is WAY too busy. Its all about unrealistically high expectations, demands, deadlines, etc. I don't think it is all bad, but I do think there is a line that is crossed where I believe it becomes an injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." -Ephesians 3:17-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;Tacos for dinner tonight! Tomorrow will be biscuit pizzas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;clean and quiet. The kids are at school and Im not used to it being so quiet...or clean! I do feel kind of bad when I take them. I take them for 2 reasons. 1) I don't want to "lose my spot" in the fall and 2) Colin is such a creature of routine/structure. If I don't take him during the summer, then his first month back will be BAD. And he likes going! Its also kind of nice to do things like clean out closets, deep clean tubs, sew, etc. that I can't do as well when they are home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;Colin and Carley share a room. Every night they talk/giggle/jump in the beds for about 30 minutes before they go to sleep. It drives me crazy, but its so cute too. Last night I put Carley to bed without Colin in there and she was devastated to be alone in there! Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From my picture album...&lt;/span&gt; Our little Lita getting her tan on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-949wiLs783I/TfYoff9yctI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VtBRfsEKQH0/s1600/lita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-949wiLs783I/TfYoff9yctI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VtBRfsEKQH0/s320/lita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617722106812986066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-949wiLs783I/TfYoff9yctI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VtBRfsEKQH0/s1600/lita.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-1581117830164971025?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/1581117830164971025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=1581117830164971025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1581117830164971025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1581117830164971025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/06/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-949wiLs783I/TfYoff9yctI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VtBRfsEKQH0/s72-c/lita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-7347445101764471292</id><published>2011-05-25T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T20:17:24.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart of a youth ministry worker</title><content type='html'>These are the things that make me want to throw up my hands and quit youth ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A jr high boy sees every rhetorical question as an opportunity to shout out something stupid that might possibly bring attention to himself. Oh jr high boys...bless their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A student sneaks into the ceiling at the high school, falls through the ceiling, gets sent to the hospital and therefore causes us to never be able to do church events at the high school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone (most likely a youth) breaks the push bar off the outside door to our new building. The suspect just leaves the push bar leaning against the wall instead of fessing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hearing that one of your students was tested positive for drug use, or has been cutting, or got pregnant, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Having to break up a make out session in the Senior Ladies Sunday School room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Asking that student (30 minutes after bible study was over) when his ride was going to be there and him responding with, "Oh, can I borrow your phone and call my dad to come get me?" I mean seriously...do they think we live at the church and want to hang out with them until the wee hours of the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then...there are those few moments with students that make this all worth it. Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seeing about 8 of our students (no adult help) lead the entire congregation in worship...and do it well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting a text that says, "I found that verse that you were telling me about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Having a student come up to me and say, "I want to talk to you about what you taught tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Leading a girl with a learning disability to Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Seeing a young man, who 3 years ago would never be caught doing anything in front of a crowd of people, play the bass guitar in front of our church congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A student gives up her entire "new cell phone savings" to give to World Hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be shepherds of God’s flock that is under your care, watching over  them—not because you must, but because you are willing, as God wants you  to be; not pursuing dishonest gain, but eager to serve. -1 Peter 5:2&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/2207662888562242818-7347445101764471292?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/7347445101764471292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=7347445101764471292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7347445101764471292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7347445101764471292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/05/heart-of-youth-ministry-worker.html' title='The heart of a youth ministry worker'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3574364299414071041</id><published>2011-05-14T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:58:50.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How life is going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHVuo6fnUA8/TdAwPIeP9aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/HVbAbjj7ie4/s1600/ussssssssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607034572606797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHVuo6fnUA8/TdAwPIeP9aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/HVbAbjj7ie4/s320/ussssssssss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how life is going in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: This has been one of the toughest classes I've ever had. But I am more emotional about them leaving me in one week than any class! Some of them have made HUGE progress not only academically, but even emotionally and maturity wise. Makes me want to move up to 1st grade and have them all again! I have one student that Jeff and I have really made a relationship with her family. It is a sad, sad situation that they have but they are a family that have such genuine hearts. So please be in prayer for that family and that those needs will be met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Ministry: I have really grown to love it and the students. I do not, however, have an easy time with the species of jr. high boys. Its like they lose brain cells during those few years! I love them to death, but good grief! haha. But really, its been fun having more real conversations with the students lately. And we are in our new youth room and it is AWESOME! Lots of good space to do some growing and learning and fellowshiping! I enjoy teaching them and I'm looking forward to some cool summer activities with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Is crazy busy with photography stuff lately! Its a good thing, but I'm ready for it to slow down too. May is ALWAYS big for him. He does graduation pictures, tball pictures, etc. Its fun to see his products though. He just gets better and better at it every time! I love Jeff's partnership. He is so helpful. But I also love that everything we do in life...every activity, decision, etc. is done together. Love that man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin: Can't believe the boy is almost 4! One more school year and then he goes to Kindergarten! He is a great kid. Very smart, very sensitive to others feelings, but sometimes too sensitive with his own! Boy does he get worked up about little things! We are going on vacation in June and I'm excited about it for him. We are going to a science museum, the aquarium and a Rangers game. All things that will be really fun to see him at! I think he will love it. We are also putting him in swim lessons this summer and he's already excited about it. He keeps asking, "Is it June yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carley: Can't believe the girl is almost 1! She is just such a joy. So happy...as long as you let her be independent! She is so different from Colin. Colin has always been "up my butt" as I call it. He doesn't want to be alone, doesn't know what he should play, doesn't even really know what he wants ever! haha. But Carley knows! If she is bored, she lets you know that she wants down and she goes and gets what she wants. If she wants to be held, she holds her arms up. If she is tired, she crawls to her bed and sits in front of it! She communicates well what she wants. She is saying words like: mama, dada, bubba, "mo" (or more), up, and "paapaa" (pattycake),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just loving life. I almost hesitate making posts about how good things are in life because I don't want people to think I have it all together and nothing bad ever happens to me. NOT TRUE. So if you are reading this and thinking those things...then I guess don't read my blog anymore! lol. Sure there are things that I wish were different. And sure there are days that I feel discontent. But today I choose to live with joy. I choose to count my blessings. I choose to realize that this life is not about me and what I want. I choose to believe that anything I have and anything I am is because of Christ. The days that I DONT choose that attitude are days that are miserable. Its a daily choice that I don't always remember to do. But today I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2207662888562242818-3574364299414071041?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3574364299414071041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3574364299414071041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3574364299414071041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3574364299414071041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-life-is-going.html' title='How life is going'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHVuo6fnUA8/TdAwPIeP9aI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/HVbAbjj7ie4/s72-c/ussssssssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6169806696028957314</id><published>2011-04-16T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T05:50:18.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>Feel like I need to blog, but don't really have much to say that what be that interesting to other people! But...I'll do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I booked our hotel for a vacation this summer. We are actually doing a DFW vacation (which sounds weird since we both grew up there) but oh well. I didn't feel like driving far with 2 little ones and its affordable! We are going to a Ranger game, the Dallas Aquarium, and the Fort Worth Science Museum. I'm super pumped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Carley is growing and I love it and hate it at the same time! Its so exciting to see how she is turning out. And even though she is only 9 months old I already feel like I can't remember much about her life already! I just work so much (not complaining though...super glad to have a job!) that when I get home I'm beat and I'm kind of a zombie. Therefore, I feel like I'm not enjoying my children as much as I should/could. But I'm sure lots of moms feel that way. Anyway, Carley has 3 teeth! She is saying a few words like "mama, dada, bubba, uh-oh, paddy cake (sounds more like "pa-ca." She smiles at everyone, loves everyone, and I LOVE HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.My Colin is a year and a half away from starting Kindergarten and that makes me sad too! We basically have 3 choices for where he could go to school. Travis (my school), Crockett(the one by our house), or have him tested for the dual language program at South Marshall (our magnet school). As of right now, I think I'm putting him in Crockett. He is such a great kid! He is extremely "sports minded" so I'm excited about eventually putting him in tball or something. He will be taking swim lessons this summer too! He's excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Jeff is wonderful. So helpful in the mornings to get the kids ready. So good at making me laugh...even when I don't want to. He is praying about going back to school. They are starting a masters level program at ETBU in the fall. He has had about 3 professors already approach him to tell him he really needed to. He wants to, I want him to. But also, I want my husband to myself! lol. And its just so darn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I CANNOT wait until school is out. This year has been a good year, but it has truly worn me out! Ready to spend lots of time with my kids, do some fun youth/church stuff, and do some sewing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6169806696028957314?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6169806696028957314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6169806696028957314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6169806696028957314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6169806696028957314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/04/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5801700574436826441</id><published>2011-03-29T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:42:23.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Like...</title><content type='html'>So, I'm going to sort of copy my husband. He does a "Things I like" post every once in a while. But he only posts 1 thing and talks about it in detail. I will just make a list and talk about mine in semi-detail and get it all done in one shot!  :) Now, I am not promising that this will even be entertaining to anyone. You might read this and think, "Now what was her point?" Well, I don't need a point, do I? So if you don't like to read stuff that has no purpose...don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a lack of clutter in my house and classroom. It makes me feel calm. I try to train my students at school to be the same way...I usually fail at that. I always have one student every year that is my kindred spirit in organization. I hook up with that student very quickly at the beginning of the year and he/she (its usually a she) is my partner in crime in combatting the chaos that could potentially occur when you have 20 5-year-olds in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. being outside...but not in winter. It drives Jeff crazy that the first thing I do in the mornings is open the blinds. And here lately I've been putting the baby gate in the front door and leaving the front door open. It makes me wish I had a screen door! I just love sunlight, warmth and the sounds of outside. I love those sounds especially where we live. We live in a quiet neighborhood. We don't here cars much. And we back up to the woods where there is a swamp. So we hear lots of frogs, crickets, birds, etc. I hate feeling cooped up. When I taught in Arlington, I had a classroom on an inside hall with NO windows and I hated it! Now I have a classroom that has a whole wall of windows that looks out into a nicely landscaped courtyard and it makes me SO happy. Sometimes, when my kids have lost their minds, I just go stare out the window and tune them out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mornings. I was made for them. I really love getting up way before Jeff and the kids. I like to mentally prepare myself and get physically ready for the day before my 2 grumps (Jeff and Colin) are torn from their beds. Now, Carley will sleep and sleep and sleep if I let her. But if she is awoken...she is still happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Teaching. I think I enjoy preparing to teach more that I do actually teaching! I just learn so much in preparation whether its for school or church. So maybe its actually "learning" that I like so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Garage Sales and Flea markets! We are going to Canton this weekend with the kids and Jenni and Tim and I am SOOO excited! Its just a fun atmosphere. And I love to rummage through junk...I mean I like the cute boutiques and stuff, but I want to look at JUNK and see how I can make into something functional and/or cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Being with my family. It doesn't matter WHAT we do as long as we are together. Tonight we all went grocery shopping together. Now, normally when i grocery shop by myself...I curse in my head. I HATE grocery shopping. But it all of a sudden was the funnest thing ever...just because they were there. My kids are just so sweet and funny. And Jeff is just fun. He is way cooler than I am. I am only cool by association with my husband. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5801700574436826441?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5801700574436826441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5801700574436826441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5801700574436826441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5801700574436826441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-i-like.html' title='Things I Like...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3003047048384992513</id><published>2011-03-16T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T18:05:45.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY Friday, February 4, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; its perfect! About 72 degrees. And since we had the time change...its not even dark yet and it is 7:30! I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;  life in Arlington. I just got back from there and I always think of lots of memories when I drive around there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; having a job. I hate the uncertainty that lies ahead for others. Its just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;  well its more of a future creating...right now its just in the planning/thinking stage. My project this summer is to turn my laundry room into a play room. My mom found an old piece of crap play sink and stove that we are going to fix up. And now I'm on the hunt for old piece of crap table and chairs to fix up. I plan on sewing a matching apron and towels and pot holders to go with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to have another procedure done tomorrow. They found Chrons disease from the last colonoscopy and tomorrow is the next step to look further into it. Tomorrow I get to swallow a pill that has a light and a camera in it and it takes a bazillion pics of my small intestines! How cool is that? haha. Im really excited to know what is wrong and to start whatever kind of medication soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;Radical. I love it and hate it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; Carley's little cough goes away on its own and is not something more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;my mental grocery list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;psh! Its Spring Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;   "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses,  let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily  entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the  joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat  down at the right hand of the throne of God." -Hebrews 12:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;my kitchen desperately needs to be restocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;laundry in process, little girl sleeping, little boy eating everything in sight, and nick jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; spending time with my mom. my creative juices + her creative juices = creative explosion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Picture&lt;/span&gt;... my sweet happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KyZOoHw81k/TYFeKoCdqdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yxebpB8bt6g/s1600/mygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KyZOoHw81k/TYFeKoCdqdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yxebpB8bt6g/s320/mygirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584848549555579346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3003047048384992513?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3003047048384992513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3003047048384992513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3003047048384992513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3003047048384992513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/03/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KyZOoHw81k/TYFeKoCdqdI/AAAAAAAAAYI/yxebpB8bt6g/s72-c/mygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-4176316658203636793</id><published>2011-03-06T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:51:42.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live from Chicago!</title><content type='html'>So I am in Chicago on our last full day here. Jeff is at a media/technology workshop right now. That is all a foreign language to me so I opted to stay here and read/blog/and possibly take a nap depending on how long it takes me to write this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is truly a blessing from God that we were able to come here. Jeff won the tickets to come here and our church is so supportive and awesome to help us get the rest of the way here! We have heard some great speakers, gone to some very insightful workshops/Q&amp;amp;As, and heard some fantastic worship bands. By the way, it is now my goal to be in the Gungor band. (not really...but I can dream right?) I mean its always been my life long dream to play the cello, now I shall add "in the Gungor band" to that "play the cello." Anyway, I have never heard such unique, intricate, and precise musical talent and it also be worship at the same time. Cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to make a bullet list of a few phrases/points that have stuck out to me this past weekend. (And I might add more later since we have 2 more worship sessions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Lock-ins are the worst idea in the history of youth ministry. I don't even know who came up with that. Apparently someone from hell." -Louie Giglio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Youth ministry could potentially be the stalling of immaturity. Just because youth ministers have always been know as the "fun, light hearted, game-playing, dont know what they are talking about" people doesn't mean we cant go home and take this generation of youth to a intimately deep understanding of who God is!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Everything that teenagers are looking for in life...Jesus already is. Therefore, we don't have to try to make him relevant...because he already is!" -Doug Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Adolescence is no longer a life-stage...its a life-style." -Brian Berry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Also, I attended a workshop that discussed how to balance the youth ministry world without neglecting your family. There were lots of practical tips and ideas that I got from that. But more than anything, it was just SO reassuring to be around couples and other parents who understand what it is like to maintain these 2 worlds at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been such a relaxing and fulfilling time. BUT I am SOOOO ready to go home. I miss Colin and Carley so stinkin much. We have been skyping them every night...and seriously I think that almost makes it worse! I can see them but I can't touch them! Its such a tease. Like there was one time that Colin kept trying to grab the webcam at my parents house and I told him 3 times to stop. That mommy instinct kicked in and I actually swatted the computer screen thinking I was popping his hand! Yeah...that was embarrasing. I just tried to act like there was a fly on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really...I cannot wait to hug and kiss my kids. Im ready to go back to the chaos.  I'm even ready to go back to those 20 screaming 5 year olds. I'm ready to hear "Mrs. Stapleton!" 5 thousand times a day again. And Im definitely ready to see those teenagers again. Yes...those teenagers that apparantly speak a different language than me and think the word "poop" needs to be somehow inserted in every conversation. Someone has to love them, right? I'll try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-4176316658203636793?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/4176316658203636793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=4176316658203636793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4176316658203636793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4176316658203636793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/03/live-from-chicago.html' title='Live from Chicago!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-387990142610759194</id><published>2011-02-26T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T11:48:09.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy! *Updated*</title><content type='html'>We leave for Chicago on Thursday and I am SO excited! 2 things I am not excited about: 1) its supposed to be in the upper 30's low 40's there next weekend. yuck! 2) I will MISS my kids! But we are going to get Wifi in the hotel so we can skype them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is SO much going on.&lt;br /&gt;-Feb 27-March 2: Focus Week at church (revival)&lt;br /&gt;-March 3-7: Chicago&lt;br /&gt;-March 8: Parent Conference Night at my school&lt;br /&gt;-March 12: Wedding for Jeff's good friend&lt;br /&gt;-March 13-17: Mission Arlington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always times like this throughout the year(May and December are always the worst!) where there is something every night, back to back events, and driving every which direction. Its all fun and good stuff, but there is always potential for it to take focus away from 2 very important things. 1)my time with my family and 2)my time with God and in God's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the events we are doing would be considered "service for God's kingdom." And its interesting that Satan can even use THAT to tear us apart from God and our families...even if its just temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite quotes is by Donald Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I believe the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us into some  sort of evil but rather have us wasting time.  This is why the devil  tries so hard to get Christians to be religious."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I believe that even includes wasting time during our busy-ness. Sure we can waste time by being lazy and not doing service for God. But even the busiest of people can waste their time by "looking busy" and doing service out of habit and without a heart that yearns for God and his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that my busiest times in life (and yours too) are not used by Satan to waste time and to tear me apart from my most important relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update*&lt;br /&gt;After I posted this, I remembered this verse that I think is perfect for this topic. Just a reminder that God doesn't want our busy-ness. He wants our relationship. So I'll end with this verse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want you to show love, not offer sacrifices. I want you to know me more than I want burnt offereings. " Hosea 6:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2207662888562242818-387990142610759194?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/387990142610759194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=387990142610759194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/387990142610759194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/387990142610759194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/02/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy! *Updated*'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-4033853830862618837</id><published>2011-02-20T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T05:44:40.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a weekend...</title><content type='html'>Friday we took about 45 youth to the Shreveport Mudbugs game. We decided to take Colin along too since he LOVES watching hockey. It was also a reward for good behavior at school all week. He really like it! He was kind of quiet, just because it was an overstimulating place to be with alot to take in and watch. But he had a good time. About the last 10 minutes he started acting tired. So he crawled in my lap and laid his head on my shoulder. Then he puked ALL over me, Jeff's camera bag, and a little tiny bit on a jr high kids shirt in front of us. The jr high kid was really sweet and didnt seem to mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought was that his supper didn't settle well (nachos and Diet Coke...not too healthy!) Well he threw up 2 more times on the way home. And then threw up and dry heaved all through the night and into the next morning. He finally stopped throwing up around noon on Saturday, but had a fever the whole rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Saturday I had my friend, Sheryl, come watch the kids for me because I had a doctor appointment to see a GI specialist. (Jeff had a service project planned for the youth). I have been having more and more issues as I get older with IBS and just other...stuff. So after talking with the doctor, he "highly recommended" that I get a colonoscopy...lovely. Then the only time he could do it is this Wednesday at 2:30. Worst.time.ever. Jeff is always out of pocket on Wednesdays! Oh well, we will truck through and get this joyful experience out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my weekend! Quite eventful. 12 days until we go to Chicago! I am really sad about leaving my kids, but so excited to spend time with Jeff and do some fun stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-4033853830862618837?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/4033853830862618837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=4033853830862618837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4033853830862618837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4033853830862618837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-weekend.html' title='what a weekend...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6932812969947552457</id><published>2011-02-04T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:58:30.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY Friday, February 4, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; atleast 2 inches of fluffy pretty snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; that when I was a child, we didn't have inclement weather days that often. Maybe once every 4 or 5 years? Since I have started teaching (this is my 5th year) we have had snow/ice days &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alteast &lt;/span&gt;once every year. A few years ago, we also had 2 days off when Hurricane Ike came through the East Texas area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; some of our students at church who have stepped up to the call of being spiritually disciplined. We have a few students who have been reading their bible EVERY day...and that is AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt; well...I am waiting for the chunk of time to do it, but my first sewing projects are going to be a play cape for Colin and curtains for my guest bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt; to Chicago in 1 month! I am so excited. I will be sad to leave my kids, but it will be ok. We are taking the kids to my parents house and then we fly out of DFW on Thursday, March 3rd. We will be back on Monday, March 7th. Its going to be a crazy time though, because right before Chicago we have a revival type of thing at church. The Tuesday after we get back from Chicago is Parent Conference night at my school. March 12 we are going to a wedding and then the next day we go to Arlington for a Mission Arlington trip. Whew! March is going to wear me out! It will be so fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;through the Bible in a year. We read a chapter from 4 different books every night. Its been really challenging for me. I enjoy reading, but I am a very slow reader. Also, its been hard trying to figure out a good time to read. Can't do it when the kids are awake, and once they go to sleep, I struggle to stay awake myself. I have actually found myself most days reading in the parking lot of the daycare before I go in to get them in the afternoons. Hey! Whatever works right? It has truly been an awesome experience and I hope that I don't fail at finishing in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;that warmer weather comes soon...and stays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;summer vacation! We are actually going to use tax return money this year to go on a vacation. I am really excited. It won't be anything fancy, but it will be a sweet time with the hubs and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;I have seen such improvement in some of my kids and its really exciting. 1 student has made a complete turn around in her behavior, 1 student is making an effort (most days) to change his behavior, and ALOT of my kids have taken off with writing. Writing is a really hard thing for kindergartners to grasp and every year it seems to click in the 2nd semester. Love it!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;  "Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God." -Romans 5:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;barbecue baked potatoes last night, spaghetti tonight, and also I'm about to make some banana bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;A husband eating a sandwich while watching American Chopper, a little boy eating spaghettios, a baby sleeping, toys everywhere, and a mudroom with wet clothes and boots! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;  Carley is obsessed with kisses! I have been kissing her on her mouth alot lately. She used to just stare at me like, "What are you doing to me?" Now she leans in for it, and if you don't come to her she will grab your shirt and pull you in. Then...its not just one kiss...its about 40 kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TUxLgHMe4oI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DgxTRm0sqqE/s1600/snowday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TUxLgHMe4oI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DgxTRm0sqqE/s320/snowday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569909854209761922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6932812969947552457?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6932812969947552457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6932812969947552457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6932812969947552457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6932812969947552457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/02/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TUxLgHMe4oI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DgxTRm0sqqE/s72-c/snowday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-4392829662182714539</id><published>2011-01-21T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:23:38.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vow</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how when reading the Word of God, the seemingly useless information in there can sometimes be the most important and life changing words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I feel about Acts 18:18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paul stayed on in Corinth for some time. Then he left the brothers and  sisters and sailed for Syria, accompanied by Priscilla and Aquila.  Before he sailed, he had his hair cut off at Cenchreae because of a vow  he had taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so what? It seems like just factual information about where Paul is leaving, where he is going, and getting a new haircut. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out there is alot to be said about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precursor: I learned most of this from a Beth Moore Study and through looking up stuff in commentaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets start by discussing where Paul just was. Cornith. And before that (according to chapter 17 of Acts) he was in Athens. Corinth was a place where many insults were hurled at him and he was persecuted. Athens was a place where  everyone was "up on the new teachings." People were very open-minded...but not in a good way. They were open to things that were not of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I explained Athens and Corinth very well or even in enough detail, but the point is that they were both places that were going to be difficult for Paul to preach in...and also probably a little tempting for Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets move on to the part that talks about him going through a mid-life crisis and wanting a new hair style....kidding! Anyway, the verse states that he shaved his head marking the end of a vow. Now, scripture does not actually say what vow Paul had taken. So I don't want to say this is 100% for sure information. But it can be assumed that he had taken the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazarite Vow&lt;/span&gt;. This vow (which you can read about in Numbers 6:1-27) was voluntarily made by those who desired to separate themselves unto the Lord for a determined season. And during this time there were 3 main restrictions. One of them being that "no razor may be used on their head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be assumed that Paul knew full well before he went to Cornith and Athens that he would be entering places in which could potentially distract him from the God he loved and preached about. Therefore, this might be the reason for taking the vow in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW...those useless words mean something. How cool is that...that a man would be prepared ahead of time to be devoted to the Lord. That he did even something kind of extreme to remind himself of the vow he had taken. I mean a look in the mirror or a stroke through his long locks would help him remember who he is called to be and who he serves. Also, when others saw his long hair, it also was obvious who he served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it isn't certain if that is actually the vow that Paul had taken. But even if it isn't, there is something to be said about this Nazarite Vow. No...I'm not saying grow your hair out. I'm saying do obvious and practical things to devote yourselves to God. When you are boldly sharing Christ with those around you or serving those in need, it will be obvious that you are devoted to God. When you are doing practical things like setting an alarm on your cell phone to read the Bible, or posting scripture all over your home, or having an accountability partner, you are bound to remember the God that you are vowing to be devoted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Lord, that your Word can mold us and shape us today. I want to vow to be separated and devoted to You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-4392829662182714539?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/4392829662182714539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=4392829662182714539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4392829662182714539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4392829662182714539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/01/vow.html' title='Vow'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6430134362498502401</id><published>2011-01-15T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T09:39:15.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>struggling</title><content type='html'>I've been struggling lately with blogging! There have been quite a few times lately that I have started a new post just to erase and start over 3 or 4 times...then I just give up and quit. And when I DO blog and actually post it...I think, "well, that was boring!" But its frustrating, because there has been lots going on and lots I've been feeling. So I feel like I have lots to say! So why am I having such a hard time getting it out in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really have no idea where this post is about to go...or if it will make sense or possibly be misunderstood...or if it will even interest anyone! But here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having weird emotions about my kids lately. I'm so very back and forth. One minute I am almost in tears because they are growing so fast. Colin is almost 4! I find myself babying him alot because I feel like he is slipping from my fingertips and Im trying to squeeze in as much hugs, kisses, and holding as I can before he's too old for that. Same with Carley. The first year of her life is already halfway over! I think Im emotional about it because Im not for sure if there will be any more baby notelpats after this. There might be, but in case there is not I want to soak in every bit of this that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are also moments that I really desire to do something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;my kids. *Gasp* I know there are some mom's who would really think less of mom's that desire time away from there kid's. But I promise I love my kids....a whole stinkin lot! But I also love my husband a whole stinkin lot and would love to do something with him that is not a youth event where tons of teenagers are around. So I struggle with desiring to be away and also feeling a little guilty for wanting to be away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also struggle with getting childcare for my kids. There are quite a few people that have offered to keep my kids...and I totally trust them and would not worry about my kids being with them. But Im bad about planning in advance. I wait until the day of to want to ask someone and then I end up not asking at all cause Im afraid they already have plans or if they do say yes Im afraid they are really not wanting too. I know that is the enemy's lies. When Colin was a baby we took him to this daycare for a few months that was not that great. I could tell the ladies hated there job and didnt want to be there. There is nothing worse than leaving your kid with someone who doesnt want to keep him. I guess I fear that happening again. And it wont....I mean these people have even offered already! I just need to plan in advance...and ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get frustrated that my amount of leftover time and energy (and money even) does not match up with the things I want to do! I want to work out at a gym, sew and do crafts, read books, go see my families on the weekends, etc. and none of those things are happening for me! I also get a little sad because I'm afraid that I am hurting some of my friends/familys feelings for not giving them enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "working mom of 2" life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong...I'm not complaining. I love my life SO much and have so much to be grateful for! I am thankful for my job during tough economic times. And I am grateful for my kids...and I'm not complaining about money...we have enough! I guess thats another reason why I have struggled with blogging. Every time I try to write, I feel like it sounds like I am complaining. So I apologize if that's what it sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thats what has been on my mind/heart lately. Loving my family, and loving my husband, and loving my friends and family. Even loving a little time to myself. But not feeling like there is enough of me to give to all of those things that I love. But I know most people feel that way, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6430134362498502401?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6430134362498502401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6430134362498502401' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6430134362498502401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6430134362498502401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/01/struggling.html' title='struggling'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-7430401962549308565</id><published>2011-01-10T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T08:48:18.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I love...</title><content type='html'>1. I love how snow has the ability to force the world to stop its busy-ness and rest and enjoy the most important things in life. Loving this day off to spend with my kids. Just wish Jeff was home to enjoy it with us. But we had a great night at home last night as church got canceled. Enjoyed watching Jeff and Colin play in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love craftiness. I have been looking at random blogs and have gotten SO many ideas of things I want to make. Most of which involve my sewing machine. Here is my to-do list of crafts. In no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;re-purposed furniture into play kitchen for Carley for next Christmas (idea from Taylor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sew an apron and matching pot holders to go with above kitchen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more throw pillows for my couches and my bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;curtains for my kitchen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a play cape for Colin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a valentines onesie and a first birthday onesie for Carley.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I just think creating something myself is WAY more fun/meaningful than buying it already made...and also more affordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love that Carley has started reaching up her arms to me when she wants to be held. SO stinkin sweet. Love that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love that Colin loves to read his Childrens Bible at night. I love that he asks questions about God. My favorite one was "Mommy, does God have a car or a truck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love different shades of green. Green makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love reading the Word. Good stuff. I do have a hard time, because the only time of my day that works for me to read is after the kids go to bed. Can't do it in the morning, cause they both wake up when I do. Even if I get up earlier, they hear me and wake up.  Anyway, doing it that late at night is hard because I find myself fighting sleep. But I think its great that God can still speak to me even with heavy eyelids. I love that he is faithful to meet me and I am striving to meet him daily with his Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love that my husband is so smart. And when I come across something that I don't understand in the Word...he clarifies. Love that man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love Spring and Summer weather. That is my nice way of saying that I am ready for this winter crap to be over. Hate being cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I love my parents and my in-laws. Wish we all lived closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Oooh! And I love that my mother-in-law found my bible and journal that I thought was gone forever! I cannot WAIT to get it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-7430401962549308565?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/7430401962549308565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=7430401962549308565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7430401962549308565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7430401962549308565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-i-love.html' title='Things I love...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-635893185159711651</id><published>2010-12-31T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:30:06.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://marynorton.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-in-reviewagain.html"&gt;The Year in Review...again.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;ummm....i can't say "gave birth"...but I CAN say I gave birth to a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i will write the same thing i wrote last year. i  don't usually make resolutions. i don't think they are bad, but i don't  think resolutions should be reserved for just the new year. i am more  likely to keep a resolution if God has convicted me of something rather  than doing a traditional resolution just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well...myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;none...wish I could! But Jeff went to Greece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What date from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;June 30 - Carley was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I picked up playing the piano again. I don't think I will EVER forget how to play the piano, but when you are not playing regularly you get "fumble fingers." I started playing for our services this year at church and I have enjoyed it and gotten rid of the "fumble fingers." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like the end of last school year (that 2nd semester...Jan-June) I was pretty lazy at work. I was getting more and more pregnant and my mind was everywhere but at work. Those kids did not deserve for me to not be a better teacher for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just more IBS stuff! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jeff's new truck...we like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeff graduated and with lots of honors! I am so proud of how he persevered and SO glad it is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess my some of my students. they are REALLY good kids that just have big needs and so they just act out. Their behavior doesnt appall me, but i do get frustrated and sad that no matter how hard I try I will never be able to fix their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mortgage and childcare and paying off my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;having baby #2 and God's word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2010?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Movements" by Rend Collective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i. happier or sadder?&lt;/span&gt; happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ii. thinner or fatter?&lt;/span&gt; thinner - only because I was prego last year...now I'm not! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iii. richer or poorer?&lt;/span&gt; same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;spent more one on one time with some youth from church&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;worrying about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Did you fall in love in 2010? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i always love Jeff and Colin more and more every day. And I got to fall in love with a sweet little girl. She has added a whole new dynamic to this family and I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really don't watch much TV anymore...but I guess still The Office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.. What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finished "To Live is Christ" and now I am starting "Radical." Good Stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rend Collective Experiment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a sewing machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.What did you want and NOT get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; a shed for the backyard...I actually said this last year! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suddenly became interested in Harry Potter. I took Jeff to see the newest one over Thanksgiving break for a date (thinking I would honestly fall asleep) but then it got me interested. So over the past month we have been watching all the movies. I just got caught up yesterday! So now I am going to start reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned 27. I don't think we really did anything. Probably just went out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;digging into the word. I have a new found love for scripture and memorizing it. It has been so rewarding as it keeps me connected with God. However, I didn't really start doing that hard core until about September. Wish I had started it earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ummm...I think I should go on "What Not to Wear." I just am not good at putting outfits together! Its not that I am not willing to wear certain fashionable clothes. I will wear just about anything! I just need someone to shop for me and tell me what to wear everyday! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  3 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) the Bible&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) cleaning/organizing...for some reason, when my house is clean I just feel calmer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) spending time with Jeff and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ummm...I really don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;again...I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Who did you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34.. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carley Erin Stapleton! Such a sweet heart. I cant wait to see what kind of little girl she will grow up to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Live simply and give generously. We have again had to shift around our budget since we added a new baby to the picture. When we do that we really are forced to evaluate what is necessary and what is not. Also, we have given away more money and things than we ever have before this past year. Its humbling to do so. And at the same time, God has always proven himself faithful to provide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I will not fight You&lt;br /&gt;Take me past the line that my heart draws&lt;br /&gt;I will not fight You&lt;br /&gt;Take me beyond the laziness of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I will not fight&lt;br /&gt;Lead me further than I've gone before&lt;br /&gt;I will not fight You&lt;br /&gt;I'm abandoned to Your call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another Rend Collective song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37.  The best thing you discovered this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38.  The best thing you lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could cry just talking about it...but sometime during the packing/traveling between here and Arlington for Thanksgiving, I lost my Bible and journal. I know most of you are thinking "just get a new one!" and I have done that. But its just not the same. I had stuff written in that Bible and journal that was good stuff.  I was quite attached to them! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39.  What are you glad to leave behind from 2010?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although being pregnant is worth it and even fun, I am glad to leave it behind. There was so much that i missed out on at church (especially during the summer months...like camps and mission trips) and that made me sad. So I will be glad this year to be able to participate in all of that stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40.  What are you looking forward to in 2011?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I are going to Chicago in March for the Simply Youth Ministry conference. We are both SO excited to go and spend some time together with just us! And we are excited to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-635893185159711651?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/635893185159711651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=635893185159711651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/635893185159711651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/635893185159711651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-in-review.html' title='The Year in Review'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-4248401368474061194</id><published>2010-12-09T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:39:14.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Survey!</title><content type='html'>1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper and ribbons/bows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial....and definitely pre-lit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? As soon as we get back from Arlington for Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? Jan 1st or 2nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? havent had it before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? hmmm....a bike...that actually got stolen like 5 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? Jeff's dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? my mom and jeff's mom. Just give them some things with pics of the kids on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene? yes. I have almost all of the Willow Tree nativity set and it is my FAVORITE part of decorating for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? ummm...I guess it was Christmasy corningwear. It was nice, but at that point in my life I wasn't married and never cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Elf and The Polar Express&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? just whenever I get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? this is random, but this is a staple in my family...Clam Dip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lights on the tree (colored or clear)? White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? I have 3. Silent Night, Welcome to Our World, and I Celebrate the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, Rudolph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel, star or ribbon on top of tree? ribbon on our big tree. Star on the kids little tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Eve with my family, Day with Jeff's family. We will do presents with the kids a few days before Christmas...like before we go to Arlington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite children's Christmas song? Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Traveling with small children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite ornament theme or color? Red and gold. But I think I want to change next year to Red and Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Turkey or ham on Christmas day? both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you want for Christmas this year? To be with my family! And I'd love to not have to wash the dishes for one day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Does anyone in your family dress up as Santa? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Age you discovered who Santa was? I don't really remember. It had to be pretty young, because I don't ever remember believing in him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Eggnog, hot chocolate, or apple cider? apple cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Traditional colors (red and green) or other colors? Traditional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have any Christmas decorations on your roof? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How does Santa get into your house? Chimney or magic key? key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you prefer gifts or gift cards? both are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite children's Christmas Cartoon? not really a cartoon, but The Muppet Christmas Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-4248401368474061194?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/4248401368474061194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=4248401368474061194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4248401368474061194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4248401368474061194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-survey.html' title='Christmas Survey!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5451157486562943029</id><published>2010-11-27T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:44:51.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stopping</title><content type='html'>So I think I'm going to stop the 30 day writing prompts...some of the topics are great and I have the list saved for days that I don't know what to write about. But some of the topics are very...dramatic...like "write about someone who treated you like poop." Also, some of them are kind of repetitive. So, like I said...I'm moving on and will go back to the list if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I imagine my writing will slow down quite a bit since Im going back to work after vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very excited about Christmas! Got the tree up, wreath up, lights on the house are in the process! My 2 projects now for this week are 1)make a little gingerbread themed tree for Colin and Carley's room. 2)Stockings! Making new ones since Carley is in the picture now. Pics to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5451157486562943029?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5451157486562943029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5451157486562943029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5451157486562943029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5451157486562943029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/11/stopping.html' title='stopping'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6646194632382909287</id><published>2010-11-25T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T06:42:54.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Day 6: Something I hope I never have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna keep this short and sweet and un-deep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope I never have to move to a place that is always cold. I would be so angry because I HATE cold weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6646194632382909287?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6646194632382909287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6646194632382909287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6646194632382909287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6646194632382909287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5344372875129568975</id><published>2010-11-23T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T06:48:48.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful for:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am thankful for my home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed with the opportunity to be homeowners. I LOVE my house. I love the peaceful and quiet neighborhood. I love that we back up to the woods and not other houses. I even love that we back up to the railroad track. I know most people would hate that, but I actually kind of like it! There is something comforting about hearing the train go by. I love the work and effort we (really Jeff) have put into the outside of our house. I love my red front door. I love having covered parking. I love our back deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than the physical characteristics of our house, I love the memories that are being made and the things that occur in this structure. This is our 4th place to live since we have been married. I look back at all the places we have lived and more than I think about the physical things that I liked I think about special memories that happened there. Like dancing with my husband in our jammies, bringing home puppies, decorating with a 4 foot Christmas tree and dollar tree decor, bringing home Colin, Colin walking and talking for the first time, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lived in our new home now for about a year and a half. And I have already had some sweet memories! Like birthday parties, decorating with a 6 foot tree this time, and bringing home Carley. There have been some funny memories like multiple cars getting stuck in the ditch in front of our house, potty training accidents that we even have the stains to prove it, and lots of laughter with friends. There has even been some not so great memories like bringing my family over right after my sister passed away. But that is what home is all about, isn't it? Whether its the best day of your life or the worst day of your life, its still home...a place of comfort. A place where people love eachother and go through life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful for a sweet place to do life together with my family and friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5344372875129568975?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5344372875129568975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5344372875129568975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5344372875129568975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5344372875129568975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-thankful-for_23.html' title='I am thankful for:'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-9131491281277520944</id><published>2010-11-22T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T07:17:35.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am thankful for my job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to complain about teaching alot because it is way more stressful than people realize. But when I really stop and think about it I am so thankful for it. The only way I know how to explain why I am thankful for it is to list it. So here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get to invest in children's lives.&lt;br /&gt;2. I get lots of hugs.&lt;br /&gt;3. I get to see academic growth and get to teach kids how to read! So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;4. I get lots of holidays and my summers off. Which is awesome since I have 2 little ones at home.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have awesome co-workers and an amazing boss that make me actually WANT to come to work.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sometimes, I get to be the only love or the only Jesus that some children see. (Not that I always succeed at being loving and Christ-like...)&lt;br /&gt;7. I know that in this time, many people are struggling to find/keep a job. Therefore I am thankful for my job and that I am able to support my family because of it. I can't imagine how people feel when they cannot do that for their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful for my job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-9131491281277520944?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/9131491281277520944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=9131491281277520944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/9131491281277520944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/9131491281277520944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm.....'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3223485222752401701</id><published>2010-11-20T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:44:56.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am also thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am SO thankful for Jeffrey Wayne.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying, "What a stud muffin!" He is by far the most handsome man on earth (to me.) I am so thankful that his good looks contributed to the cute factor of our offspring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for his ingenious thinking and sense of humor. The definition of ingenious is "marked by inventive skill and imagination." That SO describes him. I have always said that he was an undiagnosed GT kid. Being married to someone who is this way has been so fun and I have learned so much from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the way he fathers his children. His children look at him with adoring eyes and cannot wait to see him! I must say that the Stapleton household is NEVER emotionally stable when Jeff is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that he is my best friend. We have fun together! We also make a great team. We accomplish big things together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for how he perfectly balances being patient and understanding with my womanly emotions yet at the same time challenges me to "put my big girl panties on" and to be Christlike in every situation. I am eternally grateful for his accountability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about everything that I am thankful for in the man I married...like his life partnership, his tender and emotional heart, his endless talents, his desire for excellence...but I will just end with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am thankful that Jeffrey Wayne is mine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3223485222752401701?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3223485222752401701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3223485222752401701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3223485222752401701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3223485222752401701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-also-thankful-for.html' title='I am also thankful for...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-183777017890857682</id><published>2010-11-19T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:52:43.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am thankful for Carley Erin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a BEAUTIFUL addition to our family she has been. She came at a perfect time in our lives. And you would think adding another baby to the family would add more stress and chaos. But because of her personality she has added a sweet balance and calmness to our family. For example, when daddy is playing his guitar entirely too loud, and Colin is screaming because he didn't get what he wanted, and I am yelling (yes I am admitting I yell at him) at Colin for screaming....little Carley is just sitting by watching everyone and smiling. She is the peace in the midst of complete chaos! And I don't think its just a baby phase. I really think this is going to be her personality always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is ALWAYS (and I am not exaggerating!) joyfully happy! I love her toothless smile. And she doesnt just smile. She opens her mouth as wide as it can go and tilts her head to the side. She is friendly and social, but doesn't expect anything from you. She is very content and doesn't seem to mind if she is not held, she just wants to know you are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am thankful for my peaceful, beautiful, happy Carley Erin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-183777017890857682?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/183777017890857682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=183777017890857682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/183777017890857682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/183777017890857682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am thankful for...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-7622423680159135997</id><published>2010-11-18T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T04:36:44.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>takin a break from the 30 days</title><content type='html'>I'm going to take a break from the 30 day writing prompts to talk about what I am thankful for. From now until Thanksgiving, I'm going to talk (in detail) about what/who I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am thankful for Colin Wayne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this as his long legged body lays across my lap. It is 6:30 in the morning and he is NOT a morning person. Its about a 30 minute process of getting him up. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for his vibrant spirit! He LOVES to laugh. And I can already tell he will be a man of many talents. I love how smart he is and how he loves to learn new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this is interpreted as disrespectfulness/bossiness now, I can tell he will be a man that challenges other people. If I do something out of routine, or incorrectly, or if I raise my voice or say something that's not nice....he instantly calls me out on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the sweetest brother I have ever seen. Always wanting to help me take care of Carley, and wanting to talk to her and hold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for his good health and the chance to see him grow. I can't wait to see what God holds for Colin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am thankful for Colin Wayne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must wake this beast and fight him to put his clothes on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-7622423680159135997?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/7622423680159135997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=7622423680159135997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7622423680159135997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7622423680159135997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/11/takin-break-from-30-days.html' title='takin a break from the 30 days'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-2662945839749445336</id><published>2010-11-14T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:58:43.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 and 5 combo!</title><content type='html'>Day 4: Something you have to forgive someone for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest. The reason why I havent blogged in awhile is because I have no idea what to say on this one! I've always been one to let things go very quickly. Doesn't mean I have forgotten when people have wronged me, but I have forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I love the most about forgiving someone is the freedom that it gives ME! My momma always told me, "Don't let other people have that kind of power over you!" So true. When I choose not to forgive someone, that person (as well as Satan) has taken over the reigns of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I have been forgiven more than I deserve by others and by God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to visit a 3rd world country. Ever since I was little, I have always loved when those missionaries would come to our church and show their slide shows and talk about these people's way of life! Our church is very active in supporting world missions. And I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to do more than just support it. I want to GO there. I would love to spend a whole summer even in another country. I would love to even take my kids. What an awesome experience it would be for our kids (and us) to see what other people go without and then come home and weed out all of the junk we don't need that we waste our money on! What a lesson on materialism that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I love to teach and love kids/families. I think it would be neat to go start a school and educate children as well as their parents! More than anything I would love to be a part of someone's salvation story. I want to further His kingdom. And I KNOW that can be done here where we are. But it can there too and I want to participate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-2662945839749445336?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/2662945839749445336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=2662945839749445336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/2662945839749445336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/2662945839749445336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-and-5-combo.html' title='Day 4 and 5 combo!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5378096769482079203</id><published>2010-11-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:51:18.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3: Something you have to forgive yourself for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)When my grandmother and sister passed away, I felt a lot of guilt for not spending more time with them. But I know that is Satan at work. AND, I think even if I had seen alot more of them before they passed away, I would STILL feel guilty. I think thats a normal part of the grieving process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Also, I'm going to say what I think most Christians would say. I am convicted and guilty of not spreading the gospel of Christ through my words. There have been countless times that I had the perfect opportunity to say something about Christ and I said nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5378096769482079203?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5378096769482079203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5378096769482079203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5378096769482079203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5378096769482079203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-367867380270592824</id><published>2010-11-04T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:34:33.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2: Something you love about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have just recently started memorizing about a verse/passage a week. I have always been good at memorizing stuff. Its very easy and natural for me to memorize. However, I have not ever used that ability for anything that might glorify the Lord. So I decided to start doing just that with the word of God! This was the first verse I memorized when I started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world was crucified to me and I to the world."&lt;/span&gt; -Galatians 6:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since the topic is "Something you love about yourself" I will talk about the only thing I am allowed to boast about according to that scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that I am a child of God because of what he did for me on the cross. I love that everything that I hate about myself that I mentioned in the previous post does not even matter because of what he did for me on the cross. I love that the stuff that I DO happen to like about myself doesn't even matter either because of what he did for me on the cross. I love that my God is big and does big things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, and I do love that I can grill a grilled cheese sandwich to perfection. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-367867380270592824?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/367867380270592824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=367867380270592824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/367867380270592824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/367867380270592824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-2364804858420059159</id><published>2010-10-28T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:32:49.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days of Truth? Sure...I'm in!</title><content type='html'>I'm copying this from Taylor...who is copying from someone else. Apparently the big thing right now in "blogger world" is this 30 days of truth. Basically each day has a "writing prompt." Like my friend, Taylor, said, "I can't promise that I'll do this in 30 consecutive days." Life is crazy busy and some days I can't even get to the bathroom before 10:00 at night...much less sit down to write a blog post! So...here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Something you hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. I want to start out by saying that Christ has changed my life. I can honestly say that alot of the things that used to taunt me about myself don't sting quite so bad now because of the love that Christ has shown me. That being said though, the devil still works and those things are still there. It just doesn't control me like it used too. I say all this not with a "look at me" motive but to give others hope that poor self-image can be overshadowed by the brightness of God's love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, here are a few of those things. We shall start with the physical. I hate my long skinny nose and I hate the "inner-tube" of flab I have developed around my belly/hips because of prego-ness. One of those things I can attempt to change...one of those I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we will shift to the personality. I am a combo of my mom and my dad. My mom is an extrovert and my dad is an introvert. I am both. But what I hate is that the times when I need or want to be introverted I end up hurting someone's feelings. For example, one of my VERY dear friends here is very much a person who needs quality time, and when I don't give that to her I hurt her. Same with a VERY best friend who is far from me. Wish I didn't need to be introverted sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hate that I am so defensive. If I feel like anyone is attacking me and my character, or my husbands, or my kids....then I do and say things I regret. I hate that about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a shift toward the spiritual. I hate that I try to base my spiritual disciplines and passion for Christ on my emotions. If life is going my way, I am disciplined and excited for Christ. But its much harder for me to be that way when things are hectic or tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, toward parenting. I hate that I am quite guilty alot of being a "doer" type of Mommy rather than a "quality timer" type of Mommy. Sometimes I forget that being a mom is more than washing bottles, fixing meals, bathing, and putting to bed. I wish it was more natural to me to let those tasks go and enjoy and invest in my children's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last area...marriage. I hate that I take all frustrations out on my husband. He loves me unconditionally. I take advantage of his gentleness and puke my emotions out on him at the end of the day. And its like that violent hurling type of puking. Not pretty. Then I have to go through the not so enjoyable task of "cleaning up the puke" (aka apologizing). For me to love him would be for me to be more intentional and purposeful with my words toward him. Thats a challenge for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a clever way to end this...so...in the words of my husband, "WELP! See ya later!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-2364804858420059159?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/2364804858420059159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=2364804858420059159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/2364804858420059159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/2364804858420059159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/10/30-days-of-truth-sureim-in.html' title='30 Days of Truth? Sure...I&apos;m in!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-8740958190485947758</id><published>2010-10-17T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:57:08.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY Sunday, October 17, 2010...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;perfectly cool and dark and quiet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;my sweet sister alot this month. She passed away a year ago this month. She was such a sweet part of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;the love of my church family, for the amazing teacher that my pastor is, and for the life changing word of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;home made costumes for halloween. Actually havent started yet, but its on my mind. Colin and Jeff will be mario and luigi. Carley will probably be a ladybug (already have a constume for it that someone gave me). My team at school will all be characters from Wizard of Oz and I'm going to be the Tin Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to get in bed at 9:00 tonight. Jeff and I both have made it a goal to get more sleep this week and see what kind of difference it makes in our life. Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;Ephesians. Good freakin stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;that the word of God continues to change and excite me (and not like a "I wish" hope, but like that "I expect" kind of hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;how do I reach 2 of my students that have severe issues? Feel like I can't do enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;numbers 6-10, patterns, community helpers, studying bats in science, and of course letters/sounds, rhyming, etc. I'm sure you wanted to know all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;carley might be ready for spoon feeding! she stares at us and kicks her feet in excitement when we eat. We will try real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "I pray also, that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and his incomparably great power for us who believe." -Ephesians 1:18-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...we had &lt;/strong&gt;lelftover steak and baked potatoes tonight. tomorrow will be tacos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;I have 2 sweet kids in the recliner with me right now. Jeff is editing photography. And we are winding down to go to bed soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; when my youth in sunday school give me an answer that I never thought of. Excites me to no end that they are thinking outside the box and actually listen and care. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 3 most important people in my life! Love each of them to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TLubE1t2L1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/2aDDCR8AFZA/s1600/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TLubE1t2L1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/2aDDCR8AFZA/s320/cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529183474968571730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-8740958190485947758?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/8740958190485947758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=8740958190485947758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8740958190485947758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8740958190485947758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TLubE1t2L1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/2aDDCR8AFZA/s72-c/cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-1808333312523156675</id><published>2010-09-25T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T17:53:12.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I long to live this kind of life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am part of the "Fellowship of the Unashamed."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The decision has been made. I am a disciple of&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jesus Christ. I won't look back, let up, slow down,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;makes sense, and my future is secure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am finished and done with low living, sight walking,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I now live by&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;presence, lean by faith, love by patience,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lift by prayer, and labor by power. My pace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;diluted, or delayed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in the maze of mediocrity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heaven returns, give until I drop, preach until all know,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and work until He comes. And when He comes to get&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;His own, He will have no problem recognizing me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Geneva;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My colors will be clear.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sand;font-size:+1;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not ashamed of the gospel . . . Romans 1:16&lt;/b&gt;&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/2207662888562242818-1808333312523156675?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/1808333312523156675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=1808333312523156675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1808333312523156675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1808333312523156675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-i-long-to-live-this-kind-of-life.html' title='How I long to live this kind of life...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5704364804308727416</id><published>2010-08-28T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T07:35:04.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>colin and carley</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLIN WAYNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;3 years and 1 month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 30 pounds. 3T clothes and size 10 shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feedings:&lt;/strong&gt; Eats us out of the house sometimes! I think he is an emotional eater....anytime he is bored I catch him opening the fridge and staring. I don't even think he is hungry....just needs something to do. haha. His favorites are 'bacroni and cheese,' cheese sandwhiches (grilled cheese), bananas, oats (oatmeal), and spaghetti or spaghettios,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt; "mario kart" and "mario taxi" (mario galaxy) on wii, playing on the playground at mommy's school, going on walks, playing golf and baseball, playing drums and guitar, sonic, swimming with his floaties by himself, his new big boy class (3year old class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt; being told no and being told he has to go potty when he is having too much fun playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issues:&lt;/strong&gt; Colin has grown up so much. We don't have issues with fit throwing hardly ever. The main thing we have issues with now is him ignoring/not listening to what we tell him to do. In his new class they have a color change system and he got on the sad face/red the other day for not listening to his teacher. People have asked me if i think he has a hearing problem....ummm....no. Because its amazing how you can yell at the top of your lungs for him to pick up his toys and he ignores...but if you whisper the word 'mario kart' in another room he will come running with the wiimotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality:&lt;/strong&gt; Mini-Jeff. Very spastic, silly, fidgety, observant and inquisitive. Always noticing little details, loves to be around people, he is everyone's friend. He is also so caring of other people. He hates when someone is sad or has a boo-boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Areas to Work On:&lt;/strong&gt; Saying ok and doing what mommy/daddy tell him to do, controlling his emotions when he gets upset. When he cries, it is very dramatic...like where people stare. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Things:&lt;/strong&gt; wearing undies all the time now! We don't have to tell him to go on his own very often. He will just jump up and say, "I gotta go potty!" and run to the bathroom. He goes all by himself, and it has been SO helpful that 1)we don't buy diapers for him anymore! 2)I don't have to help him go. Such a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; He LOVES his sister. He is very excited that starting on Monday,  Carley gets to go to school with him and also starting sometime this week Carley will be sleeping in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARLEY ERIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;almost 2 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; approximately 9 pounds and wearing some 0-3 month clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feedings:&lt;/strong&gt; She eats about 4 ounces every 3 hours. Except for at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt; her "friends" (the jungle animals on the swing mobile). She smiles at them and talks to them. Its too cute! She also loves her spot on the recliner. She lays on the recliner between me and the arm rest. I think she likes being wedged in and she nuzzles her nose toward the arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt; getting her nose sucked out. She likes her bath, but does not like the transition from warm water to towel. She gets angry when she is cold....I really don't know who she got that from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issues:&lt;/strong&gt; she pulls her own hair. Her arms start flailing and she grabs a chunk of her hair. Then she is just ticked off that someone is pulling her hair! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality:&lt;/strong&gt; She is SO laid back. I know she is just a baby and things can change as she grows, but there is already such a huge difference between her and colin. Just give her a blanket and a bottle every once in a while and she is happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Areas to Work On:&lt;/strong&gt; I guess getting her to eat a little more and gain a little more weight...but at the same time, her weight and the amount she eats is not anything to be worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Things:&lt;/strong&gt; She sleeps through the night! She recently started going about 6 hours without eating at night, and now she is sleeping about 7, sometimes 8 hours at night time! I am thrilled! And now I think its time for her to be roommates with colin and not her parents anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Trying to decide what i want her to be for halloween. Any suggestions? I always like the idea of the family dressing up as something together. And I like homemade stuff too, because I am cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love these kids! They wear me out, but bring such joy to our lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5704364804308727416?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5704364804308727416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5704364804308727416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5704364804308727416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5704364804308727416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/08/colin-and-carley.html' title='colin and carley'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-2297024428921245926</id><published>2010-08-12T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T07:10:33.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childly updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Update on each kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Carley is precious to me. She is such a good calm baby. She has started smiling and I will make myself look like a fool just to see that smile. She smiles with her eyes even! Hopefully we will catch it on camera or video soon and post it! I took her with me to my dr's appointment yesterday and she smiled at my doctor! It was sweet. I am LOVING putting hairbows on her. I don't have that many, so I'm ready to make a Canton trip soon to buy a whole bunch! She is getting bigger and is more and more alert every day. She makes lots of eye contact and I've caught her staring at Colin quite a few times too. Their carseats are right next to eachother in the car and she will just look over at him like she thinks he hung the moon! She may not think that in a few years when he starts picking on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2) Colin looks like a MAN! For a long time I could still see traces of baby in him (baby cheeks, short legs, still wanted to be held). Now all of that is gone and he is a full fledged boy now! Next thing I know he will have a cracking puberty voice and will be asking girls out on dates! Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;His vocabulary grows every day. I LOVE the conversations I have with him. It is funny, however, when he gets a word wrong. He listens to a praise CD that has a song on it that he loves. But when he sings it he says, "Jesus came to save 'nonners' like 'q' and me!" He is in "manderwear" (as Jeff so beautifully named them) full time now! We did undies just at school and home for a long time and now we wear them in public too. He has done great! Its a lot of work on our part as parents to take him to the bathroom ALL the time, but its worth it to not go through the diapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics that Jeff took of the kids one Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP5dj40FVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UEMQNjk2Psg/s1600/wow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP5dj40FVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UEMQNjk2Psg/s320/wow4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504517455821935954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those hands of hers are constantly moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP6GljIrAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/i8dx3TeKn3U/s1600/wow8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP6GljIrAI/AAAAAAAAAWw/i8dx3TeKn3U/s320/wow8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504518160642518018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carley and mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP6GdAbFUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/fmSf18Hbnyg/s1600/wow7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP6GdAbFUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/fmSf18Hbnyg/s320/wow7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504518158349440322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a stud! See what I mean about no baby left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP6GAOM4LI/AAAAAAAAAWg/nqyVqQyvYos/s1600/wow6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP6GAOM4LI/AAAAAAAAAWg/nqyVqQyvYos/s320/wow6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504518150622601394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sportin the new chucks! If you know our family, you know we all have to have a pair of chucks. Even Carley has some pink ones! Thinkin this pic should be in an ad for Converse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP6FyRCjRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/j-Rc1IzpoJM/s1600/wow5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP6FyRCjRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/j-Rc1IzpoJM/s320/wow5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504518146876411154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here are some pics from Colin's birthday party. Still cannot believe he is 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP5dQApIvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5BPZh9Q8Bbs/s1600/wow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP5dQApIvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5BPZh9Q8Bbs/s320/wow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504517450486063858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His "gootar" cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP5c_rrtwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/V0fB32nB58c/s1600/wow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP5c_rrtwI/AAAAAAAAAWA/V0fB32nB58c/s320/wow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504517446103185154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new Rangers hat and glove from Granny and Pops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP5cqi1HgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/lPrRUGbBu3M/s1600/wow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP5cqi1HgI/AAAAAAAAAV4/lPrRUGbBu3M/s320/wow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504517440428908034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surprised him with "pupcakes" and cheetoes and a balloon at his school. He was very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you God for my children. I pray for the day of their salvation and that they will grow up to be the man and woman you want them to be. Give me and Jeff wisdom and help us to be Godly examples to point them in your direction!&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/2207662888562242818-2297024428921245926?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/2297024428921245926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=2297024428921245926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/2297024428921245926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/2297024428921245926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/08/childly-updates.html' title='Childly updates'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TGP5dj40FVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UEMQNjk2Psg/s72-c/wow4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-1594085740281790133</id><published>2010-08-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:38:32.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect love</title><content type='html'>Its amazing how God's word is so gray sometimes and then other times it is clearly black and white.  This following scripture is an example of that "black and white."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected in love." -1 John 4:18&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A room cannot be dark and light at the same time. Darkness and light cannot coexist. In the same way, love and fear cannot coexist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. That basically told me that I have not accepted God's love....that I doubt it. I have (as does everyone if they are honest with themselves) LOTS of fear and worry about things....about money, about my kids, about my husband and marriage, about what others think of me. But all that this fear signals to others is that I think I can do a better job controlling my life than God can. My pastor reminded me yesterday that people who live this way....who live in fear and worry and are trying to control their own lives....are practical atheists. Practical atheists live as if there is no God. Ouch again. That is devastating to me that I could be labeled as a practical atheist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do about this? My first instinct is to make a list of things that I need to do a better job of (reading my bible, praying, etc.) While those things are good and helpful things to do,  all that does is promote the idea again that I can control my own life...that I can be closer to God by stuff that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the above verse is saying is that I need to dwell in God's perfect love. One definition of the word "dwell" is "to fasten one's attention. Therefore, it would make no sense to "fasten my attention" to my list of "things to do to be better." And it makes no sense to "fasten my attention" to fear or worry. I need to "fasten my attention" to God's perfect love...which in return should one day make me perfected/complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-1594085740281790133?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/1594085740281790133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=1594085740281790133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1594085740281790133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1594085740281790133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/08/perfect-love.html' title='Perfect love'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3738963493049006663</id><published>2010-07-28T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:45:02.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY Wednesday, July 28, 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;are lots and I mean.....LOTS of dead carpenter ants. Orkin came and sprayed today (which I am SO glad they did), but the result is dead ants all over my carport. At least they are dead though, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;when my sweet boy was born 3 years ago. We just had a great birthday party for him this past weekend. It was so cool to see that the little premature baby I used to be able to carry around like a football is the same big 3 year old that was interacting with his friends at his party and insisted, "Sing Happy Birfday to me agayun!" (yes....he said "again" like a true East Texan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;Jenni and Tim! I was so sad when they left. I finally accepted the fact that they werent coming back...and now they are moving back to Longview! Woohoo! So excited to have my sister-in-law and friend back. Glad my kiddos aunt is back. And I'm even glad to have Tim back! .....can't believe I just said that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;a clean and organized classroom....agayun. I've been up to my classroom a few times and I LOVE this time of year when you start fresh and arrange your furniture. I love the clean waxed floors and fresh butcher paper on the bulletin boards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to Arlington this weekend and all next week. Our friends/neighbors, Sheryl and Kyle, are getting married in Abilene this weekend and I am SO excited to be a part of that! Then I'm hanging out with my parents and hoping to see a few friends over the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;My Beth Moore study. I'm a little over 3/4 done with it. Also about to start reading The Celebration of Discipline by Richard Foster. I've read it before (a long time ago) but I want to read it again now that I am in a different phase of life and struggle with discipline in different areas than what I struggled with 5 years ago. Should be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;that in a few weeks when we take a "middle of the night feeding" away, that little Carley will still sleep! I enjoy feeding her in the night because it is just us and the house is calm and quiet....but I also LONG for 4 or 5....dare I even say 6 straight hours of sleep. We will see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; Do you really want to know? Ok this is how my brain works on a normal day...."How many ounces should she be taking now? When is the last time Colin tee-teed in the potty? Is that another darn ant I see? Why does my son feel the need to eat fruit snacks 8 times a day? I know someone has a dr's appointment tomorrow but I can't remember who. I'll check my calendar in my purse....Where in the crap is my purse?!? I sure wish Jeff would pick up his underwear off the floor! Its time for Carley to eat again. I'll make a bottle...welp...all the bottles are dirty....sure wish I had a dishwasher!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is on overload...I'm curious to see how it will be when school starts and I add that responsibility back in. You know, I feel crazy sometimes, but I absolutely LOVE the chaos....if that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;see "I am creating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;its pointless to pick up toys in my house. Colin doesn't believe in toy boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; "the people draw near with their mouth and honor me with their lips, while their hearts are far from me." Isaiah 29:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;spaghetti last night, sweet and sour chicken the night before, Don't know about tonight. Wednesday night = church night = fend for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;I cleaned our bedroom for the first time in about 2 months. WOW! Found all sorts of crazy stuff. Don't judge me, but we NEVER make our bed...its just not a priority right now...Anyway I found a toy car, a cracker, a Walmart receipt,  and the missing TV remote between the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;laughing with friends at something that really truly is not even that funny. That happens often with our group of friends because we are all nerds and have a weird sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my picture journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TFCE6p6qhRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/brvrR-PDG7Q/s1600/lita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TFCE6p6qhRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/brvrR-PDG7Q/s320/lita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499041288238564626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3738963493049006663?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3314330837880372632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3314330837880372632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3314330837880372632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/07/kiddos.html' title='the kiddos'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-606570274527246218</id><published>2010-07-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:20:16.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our girl is here!</title><content type='html'>Carley Erin Stapleton was born on June 30 at 7:06pm. She weighed in at 6 lbs 8 ounces and 19 and 1/2 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor story: It was the morning of our weekly dr's appointment and I had gotten up to take a shower. I felt fine but noticed that I had had 3 contractions while in the shower. I told Jeff and he got his i-phone out to start timing them. They were about 5-7 minutes apart. But our appointment was at 9am so we just decided to go there and see what the doc said. When I got there I was not any more dilated than I had been the week before so he was thinking it was a no. But then they hooked me up to a contraction monitor and left me for 10 minutes. Jeff drove me CRAZY during that 10 minutes. Jumping up to look at the waves....saying "Did you feel that?" "Are you having another one yet?" hehe. The nurse came back to look at the results and said, "Shut....UP! These contractions are 2 to 3 minutes apart. You need to go to the hospital." So we went (already had bags in car....and carseat...just in case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got settled at the hospital around 10:15am. My dr came after lunch to break my water and then I got my epidural. Later that evening I told the nurses that I could feel my contractions (ouch!) and that it was time to push. They checked me and sure enough I was at 10cm. I pushed for 15 minutes and then she was here! She looked ALOT like Colin did when he was born. Head full of dark hair, same little face with the dimpled chin and sucked in bottom lip. She just has my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin is SO good with her. The first day we came home from the "hostipal" (as Colin calls it) he was TERR-I-BLE. We were thinking, "oh no, he is jealous or having a hard time with this new baby thing." But he hadnt had a nap that day and that ended up being all that was wrong. Because every day since then he has been so good and so sweet and gentle to her. I think he just needed a little routine back in his life after the excitement of being around his grandparents. He loves them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now enjoy some pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB3xef9DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/N2mC-lK0Dfk/s1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB3xef9DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/N2mC-lK0Dfk/s320/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491649222054769714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy holding Carley for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB3un42VI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WrC8YhiZ6Eg/s1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB3un42VI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WrC8YhiZ6Eg/s320/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491649221288843602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colin meets Carley for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZCMlLNhVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oRBHw3DfCKA/s1600/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZCMlLNhVI/AAAAAAAAAU4/oRBHw3DfCKA/s320/pic7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491649579529897298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin plays with his "big brother present" that he got from mommy and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB4PSZOmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/iOgvzqfkGZY/s1600/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB4PSZOmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/iOgvzqfkGZY/s320/pic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491649230057060962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her going home outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB4ZfyMkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/_olOzudOfgk/s1600/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB4ZfyMkI/AAAAAAAAAUo/_olOzudOfgk/s320/pic5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491649232797577794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay! We get to go home and see big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB4h64r0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/APDVsxomK3Y/s1600/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB4h64r0I/AAAAAAAAAUw/APDVsxomK3Y/s320/pic6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491649235058732866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZDRnDH-4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/eCdDjuNxweE/s1600/pic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZDRnDH-4I/AAAAAAAAAVI/eCdDjuNxweE/s320/pic8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491650765443824514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colin holding Carley. You can see his battle scar from when he fell off the deck....and you can see spaghettios all over his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my kids and husband so much. God is so good!&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/2207662888562242818-606570274527246218?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/606570274527246218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=606570274527246218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/606570274527246218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/606570274527246218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-girl-is-here.html' title='Our girl is here!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TDZB3xef9DI/AAAAAAAAAUY/N2mC-lK0Dfk/s72-c/pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-220667740922175919</id><published>2010-06-28T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:48:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thought I'd take a break from cleaning for a bit and do this survey that I found at Kate's blog &lt;a href="http://mymessynest.wordpress.com/"&gt;My Messy Nest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color are your socks right now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;no socks. don't wear socks right now unless I am going on a walk since I wear tennis shoes. Otherwise, I'm wearing flops! Can't even reach my feet very well right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TV and my ceiling fan rattling...better get that looked at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; PB&amp;amp;J sandwich and some pretzels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you drive a stick?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yes, one of our cars is a stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last person you spoke to on the phone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; jeff&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How old are you today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 27&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TX rangers baseball, but i really don't pay attention to it too much. I actually spend more time watching colin imitate the rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite drink?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Diet DP. I have switched to diet since I have gestational diabetes and think that I might be actually sticking with it after the baby. I have aquired that taste and think regular is too sweet and syrupy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever dyed your hair?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yes, but I haven't done it in like 4 years. I was just telling jeff yesterday that I would like to dye it darker again. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite food?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm.....probably mexican food, but I also really like zuchini and squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the last movie you watched?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pssshhh....i have no idea! Oh I think it was Nemo. Me and Colin watched it on the portable DVD player on the way home from Arlington a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite day of the year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That first Monday after the last day of school. Its such a GREAT feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you vent anger?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I start cleaning the house and gripe about how its a never ending cycle cleaning up after these yucky boys....so basically I blame it on them even when its TOTALLY unrelated to why I am really angry. I know I shouldn't do that, but I guess I do it because its safe. When I do that they don't get mad at me. Colin doesn't even know, and Jeff just laughs at me or ignores me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was your favorite toy as a child? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i always loved "building" toys...like those marble ramp things that you put together, i also remember liking the skip it and the spirograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite Season?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I like them all except for winter. I love the cool weather of the fall, the "new life" in Spring, the freedom of summer, but I HATE HATE HATE winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cherries or Blueberries?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cherries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living situation? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;um, I live in our house with my husband and kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is on the floor of your closet right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are you most afraid of? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;rats and bees/wasps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cheese...no spice please...cant handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite dog breed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; beagles&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite day of the week?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Saturday&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many states have you lived in? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;just Texas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diamonds or pearls? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite flower? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;daisies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you get an H1N1 vaccine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-220667740922175919?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/220667740922175919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=220667740922175919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/220667740922175919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/220667740922175919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/06/taking-break.html' title='taking a break'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-192524602255780569</id><published>2010-06-22T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T13:18:22.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture uploads...without Jeff's help</title><content type='html'>Im kind of a ding dong when it comes to taking pictures and uploading them. Normally Jeff takes them AND puts them on the computer for me. Well, he is gone....and by gosh I can do this by myself, right? Well I took the pics of the kids room myself with Jeff's big fancy camera. Didn't really know what I was doing or how to focus, so they may not be as good of quality. Then I started pulling out all sorts of cables and cords from his camera bag and just started randomly plugging in things until pictures popped up on my laptop. Success! Anyway, here are some pictures of a few random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had an 80's skate night/end of year party with our youth. It was pretty fun. This was also like 2 days after Jeff got back from Greece. So he was jetlagged and Colin was VERY clingy to him. So we took Colin too. Colin had so much fun "scaping" as he called it. He had to stay on the carpet because the rink was too dangerous for him. But he was pretty determined to go out there with daddy. At one point Jeff decided to carry Colin in his arms while he skated around the rink a few times. It was so sweet when I looked up and saw Colin with his arms wrapped around his daddy's neck and his head on Jeff's shoulder with the BIGGEST most content smile. He had just missed him so bad and was glad to be with him. I wish I did have a picture of that. Here are some of our youth and Colin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEQZ_1ZsNI/AAAAAAAAATI/vYGQb3VQzWk/s1600/_MG_8343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEQZ_1ZsNI/AAAAAAAAATI/vYGQb3VQzWk/s320/_MG_8343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485683859932164306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCERP-LoV6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/ad4t4OYfxn4/s1600/_MG_8347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCERP-LoV6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/ad4t4OYfxn4/s320/_MG_8347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485684787201464226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weekends ago we were able to go to Arlington to visit our grandparents. We got to visit my grandpa who is now in a nursing home. He was too cute in his reebok and adidas "comfy clothes." Im used to seeing him in jeans and a button up collar shirt with too much crap in the front pocket of his shirt and his buttons all in the wrong holes making him crooked looking. haha! I just love my papa. At one point Colin leaned onto him to give him a hug and took him on a wheelchair ride across the room that I don't think Papa was prepared for. Papa's face was priceless. Here is my cute Papa. He is such a good and generous man and I have so much respect for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCESKeU-SgI/AAAAAAAAATY/5Hbe6slKV6c/s1600/_MG_8365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCESKeU-SgI/AAAAAAAAATY/5Hbe6slKV6c/s320/_MG_8365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485685792262998530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got to see Jeff's grandparents. I always enjoy visiting with Jeff's grandparents. I could literally sit with them all day and talk. They have the sweetest and most welcoming attitude and they have no boundaries on who they love. I hope to be like that too! I know Jeff adores his grandparents and I hate that we don't get to see our families as much as we would like. Here are Jeff's precious grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCETTahJEAI/AAAAAAAAATg/lmAiQTc-Bqk/s1600/_MG_8399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCETTahJEAI/AAAAAAAAATg/lmAiQTc-Bqk/s320/_MG_8399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485687045370744834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEUP3KefSI/AAAAAAAAATo/eeFUH0X1DSA/s1600/_MG_8400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEUP3KefSI/AAAAAAAAATo/eeFUH0X1DSA/s320/_MG_8400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485688083852459298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I've been a little overly crafty. I feel like my "wall hangings" I have created for the kids room have turned out good. But I might have gone a little overboard and made everything too "matchy-matchy." Oh well, I had fun doing it. And thats what happens when I get left alone and bored! Colin is very excited that Carley's bed will be in his room. I hope he still feels that way when she is actually in there! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEU5yhdaFI/AAAAAAAAATw/mNi7bQiBMXY/s1600/_MG_8402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEU5yhdaFI/AAAAAAAAATw/mNi7bQiBMXY/s320/_MG_8402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485688804161185874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;view of room from the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEVuQH8lKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Y-qXyjxZgd8/s1600/_MG_8403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEVuQH8lKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Y-qXyjxZgd8/s320/_MG_8403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485689705460438178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i painted the canvases and traced bowls to make the circles. A 6$ project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEWcowIN-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/WBuNrNfHGvE/s1600/_MG_8404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEWcowIN-I/AAAAAAAAAUA/WBuNrNfHGvE/s320/_MG_8404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485690502345406434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;painted edge of embroidery hoops brown, bought 1/2 a yard of 3 different kinds of fabric, and hot glued brown bows to hide brass fastener. An 8$ project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEXLT-RChI/AAAAAAAAAUI/pqGYDncHOdA/s1600/_MG_8405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEXLT-RChI/AAAAAAAAAUI/pqGYDncHOdA/s320/_MG_8405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485691304221411858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Already had the frame. Green scrapbook paper for background. Printed a blown up C off a clipart website and traced it on brown scrapbook and hotglued a green bow on top. A less than 2$ project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have no more walls to make a wall hanging for, so I guess I am at a stand still! Haha. So that is what has been going on in my world. Jeff is at youth camp this week, so keep them in your prayers. We have about 23 students and 6 adults there. Pray for salvation for some and growth for others! I am actually super jealous that I am not there. I am wishing I was with alot of "my girls" there during this special week. But at the same time, it is nice to rest and spend time with Colin...just me and him...before Carley comes to turn our world upside down!&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/2207662888562242818-192524602255780569?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/192524602255780569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=192524602255780569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/192524602255780569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/192524602255780569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-uploadswithout-jeffs-help.html' title='picture uploads...without Jeff&apos;s help'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TCEQZ_1ZsNI/AAAAAAAAATI/vYGQb3VQzWk/s72-c/_MG_8343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6622019370449884638</id><published>2010-06-14T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:13:28.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY Monday, June 14, 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;low 90's (its the evening). Just a normal humid East Tx summer evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;going into labor with Colin. I am almost 36 weeks. I have made it a whole week longer than I ever did with Colin. I am feeling SOME (very mild, very beginning, no big deal) signs of labor that I recognize this time, but did not recognize with Colin. Interesting to just compare this time to that time. Also, just wondering how long I will be like this. 1 more day? 3 more weeks? I definitely am not complaining. Nothing really hurts...it just drives me crazy not knowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; bills. I know that sounds crazy. But in my mind I feel blessed to have a mortgage and electric bill to pay. Some people dont have that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;got nothing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to be incredibly lazy this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;To Live is Christ by Beth Moore. Starting to finish it up. I am REALLY enjoying it. The study goes through Paul's journeys. So it has been really cool since Jeff has gotten back from Greece for him to show me pics or tell me stories that I have just read/learned about in the study. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;that my life will bear fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;not a whole stinkin lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;haven't thought about school too much. The only thing I have thought about is that I want to rearrange my classroom and Im trying to figure out how that will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;Colin is really TALL. His legs are getting really long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;"Taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him." Psalm 34:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;just had a completely unhealthy oven pizza. I am actually in the mood to cook, but Jeff is going to VBS every night this week where they are having a meal, so its hard to figure out what to make for just me and Colin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;somewhat clean! Trying to slowly keep up with laundry so it wont pile up too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; seeing a student make a new realization. you can see it in there eyes! there is nothing better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;/strong&gt; I adore this little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TBbhRcepXaI/AAAAAAAAATA/xOMJ9Nu6Rk4/s1600/kisskiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TBbhRcepXaI/AAAAAAAAATA/xOMJ9Nu6Rk4/s320/kisskiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482817286188916130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6622019370449884638?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6622019370449884638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6622019370449884638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6622019370449884638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6622019370449884638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/06/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TBbhRcepXaI/AAAAAAAAATA/xOMJ9Nu6Rk4/s72-c/kisskiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3103044010546373945</id><published>2010-06-08T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:31:52.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 weeks today. (updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How far along:&lt;/strong&gt; 35 weeks (today is the point that I went into labor with Colin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total weight gain/loss: &lt;/strong&gt;20 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity clothes:&lt;/strong&gt; all maternity...and now that I am not working...a whole lot of jeffs shirts and basketball shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretch marks:&lt;/strong&gt; not on my tummy. i still have some on my sides from colin. but I am carrying WAY differently with carley. With colin I carried all around. With Carley, I am all in front. So I'm kind of surprised that I don't have stretch marks on my belly yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep: &lt;/strong&gt;meh...not great, but not terrible either. just have to get up to pee alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best moment this week:&lt;/strong&gt; without prompting Colin came up to me, lifted my shirt and hugged it. He said, "I love you Baby 'Cawley' (as he pronounces it). I cant wait to see you." So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement:&lt;/strong&gt; all the time. She is a roller, and a hiccuper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food cravings:&lt;/strong&gt; fruit. but that is a normal summertime craving for me. I ALWAYS eat lots of fruit when it is hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender:&lt;/strong&gt; Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labor Signs:&lt;/strong&gt; random contractions, she has dropped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Button in or out:&lt;/strong&gt; definitely out. kind of weird to me! You can see it through all my shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I miss:&lt;/strong&gt; laying on my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am looking forward to:&lt;/strong&gt; seeing what she looks like! I can't wait to see if she has a ton of hair like colin did. To see if she looks exactly like her daddy the way colin does, or if she will have anything at all that resembles me. i don't even care either way. i'm not rooting for a certain hair or eye color or hoping she looks one way or another. i just can't wait to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestones:&lt;/strong&gt; Thursday we go for a sono and pelvic exam. I'm anxious to see if she is still growing like she is supposed to. Haven't had a sono since 20 weeks and 2 weeks ago she was "measuring small." Probably not a big deal, but I just want to see that everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A few snippets from my not so exciting life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. so i will be sitting around the house today, because i am waiting on the exterminator to come. we might have possible termite damage (yuck!). There is a little spot in our guest room/carport wall that keeps collecting what looks like sawdust. But we are hoping its just that one spot and that we are catching it early. When we bought the house a year ago the inspection said no termites. And this "sawdust" has just appeared over the past 2 months. So...hopefully nothing too serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update: So "the Orkin man" came and said it was NOT termites (thank goodness, cause he said that would have cost of thousands of dollars to fix). But it is carpenter ants. So we just have to set up a simple pest control thing where they come every other month....which we need to do anyway...especially living out here by the woods. There are bugs EVERYWHERE! Boo for ants but yeah for no termites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm in a crafty mood and thinking about somehow making a hairbow holder. Possibly something simple like this... But instead of the flower, maybe finding a small wood cutout that I could put a "C" on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TA5JaCyWSZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/csXFdTrWjqc/s1600/holder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TA5JaCyWSZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/csXFdTrWjqc/s320/holder1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480398508329945490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am totally enjoying Jeff being done with school. He told me last night that he feels like he is being a better daddy and husband because he has time to now. That made me feel bad for him. I NEVER thought he was being a bad daddy and husband, but we did have to make lots of sacrifices and be without him alot because of school. So its safe to say that we are ALL glad that he is done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I think that I'm weird and like change. For the past 5-6 years or so, there has always been some sort of BIG life change. Marriage, college graduation, new job, move to new city, have a kid, start youth ministry, buy a house, have another kid! I told Jeff last night...."after we have Carley, we will have to find something else to change in our life....its just the routine now! What are we going to change next?" I think its a good and a bad thing that I've gotten so used to it. Its good because I am literally open to anything now. I could totally pack up our stuff and move across the world and it wouldn't bother me. However, I absolutely know that God wants us here and now and for a while....and I need to be okay with that. And I am okay with that. Because I love it here. But I guess I will have to be creative in finding ways to feed my desire for change all the time. Jeff told me that every time I feel that way to go change a diaper. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3103044010546373945?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3103044010546373945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3103044010546373945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3103044010546373945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3103044010546373945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/06/35-weeks-today.html' title='35 weeks today. (updated)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TA5JaCyWSZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/csXFdTrWjqc/s72-c/holder1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-8544999396200629693</id><published>2010-05-31T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T06:36:56.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY Monday, May 31, 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;a beautiful summer morning! Its about 70 degrees right now, but will get into the 90s later. I LOVE summer weather. Jeff hates it, but I think its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;6 years ago when I married Jeff. It was the start of something awesome! So much has changed since we've gotten married. Many job changes, 2 college graduations, a big move, 4 different residences, buying a house, a new church and ministry, and 1 (almost 2!) kids later....it has been quite the eventful 6 years. I love Jeff more than anything. My favorite things about him are: seeing him be a sweet daddy, his endless talent, and I love how he and I make a good team. We work well together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;old friends and new friends. both are necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;a way cute bedroom for my kids. Almost finished and I am SO pleased with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to start packing my hospital/diaper bag today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;To Live is Christ by Beth Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;Jeff gets back on a Texas schedule soon! Poor thing is a wee bit jetlagged. Any time he sits still he falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;getting this house cleaned, organized, and ready for a baby to dwell here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms...&lt;/strong&gt;4 more days....4 more days. I am, however, quite excited about next school year. I'm hoping I wont be too much of a zombie with a new baby, because there is lots to be done. We have some new ideas and curriculum changes to be put in place that I am excited about. We also got to actually order alot of "stuff" for our classrooms. That usually doesnt happen, so I am excited to get it and use it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt;our youth summer plans are not very planned out. With graduation, greece trip, etc. that has kind of been on the back burner. Now all of a sudden, its summer and Jeff and I need to get organized and planned! Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;"When it comes to temptation, its not about will power. Its about whether or not you trust in God's promises over Satan's lies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;we've done alot of eating out lately. :/ But I went to the grocery store so now I can cook. I think tonight I might make my dad's rice crispy chicken for Jeff. Delish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;My To Do List(not necessarily to be finished today): wash Jeff's greece trip clothes, mop and vaccuum all floors, wash sheets on all beds, buy a shed for backyard, put crap from laundry room into previously mentioned shed, put all toys in laundry room in organized play room fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;Diet Strawberry Limemade from Sonic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;/strong&gt;my studly husband in greece. wish i could have gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TAO61zKMFLI/AAAAAAAAASw/e0mhJiFkpRM/s1600/stud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TAO61zKMFLI/AAAAAAAAASw/e0mhJiFkpRM/s320/stud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477427005241431218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-8544999396200629693?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/8544999396200629693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=8544999396200629693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8544999396200629693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8544999396200629693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/05/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TAO61zKMFLI/AAAAAAAAASw/e0mhJiFkpRM/s72-c/stud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-7479838993708337961</id><published>2010-05-29T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:53:42.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another update</title><content type='html'>jeff is back from greece (finally!). That was the longest 11 days of my life! haha. My dad stayed with me while jeff was gone and he was awesome. He painted the kids room, put the crib together, put new patio furniture together for me, etc. He was super handy. The kids room looks SO stinkin cute (to me atleast). Its not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; done yet. I have a few more things I need to do (like stenciling a verse above Carley's crib), but when its complete I will post pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost 34 weeks...which is a little crazy to me because I was 35 weeks when I went into labor with Colin! I'm wondering how close I am to labor. I'm trying hard not to read too much into every little pain or sign. Don't want to over-react. But I don't want to disregard anything as "just normal" like I did last time. Last time I had convinced myself I just had gas, when really I was 5 cm dilated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few "signs" I am having. Random contractions (nothing consistent yet), swelling feet, and I definitely feel a little dilated with some random back pain. It all seems normal at this point, but again I just wonder if I will go early again. Who knows, I might go 42 weeks! Ahhhh! My next appointment is June 10. I'll get a sonogram and from that point forward I will go every week. Pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin is doing so great at school. His teacher always talks about how good and calm he is. He does great with potty training there....rarely has accidents. I'm a little less structured at home about it than his teacher is. I don't get mommy of the year award in that area. I'm tired and lazy and slap a diaper on him. But he still goes at home on the potty and keeps diapers dry alot. So i guess you could say he's "almost" potty trained. I think once Carley is born and school starts again where we are in a routine, we will do full time undies. He is starting to make the connection that this baby carley inside me will eventually be here to live with us. We put the crib up and with no prompting he asked, "Is that baby carley's bed?" I think he is excited that she will be in the same room as him (well...not at first, but eventually). I'm excited to see him be a "broseph." I think he will be really sweet with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess that is all i have to say. I will update again soon with pics of the kids room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-7479838993708337961?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/7479838993708337961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=7479838993708337961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7479838993708337961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7479838993708337961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/05/another-update.html' title='another update'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5816759740670487531</id><published>2010-05-08T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T17:26:05.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update (with pictures)</title><content type='html'>Lots has been going on! I'm exhausted, but everything has been so so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to majorly backtrack all the way back to Easter. MomMom and Pepaw came on that Saturday for the day and we had a little Easter egg hunt.  Colin was too cute. He just kept saying, "There's another one! And there's another one!" over and over again (referring to the eggs of course). Then we got a surprise visit from Granny and Pops the next day! We were on our way home from church when Jeff got a call from Pops who said they were in Longview. So glad we got to see all of them that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6Ajph7iI/AAAAAAAAASA/5CRNvsGrseA/s1600/_MG_5920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6Ajph7iI/AAAAAAAAASA/5CRNvsGrseA/s320/_MG_5920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469052209987710498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6BFBLP2I/AAAAAAAAASI/lFVvuCyCOdA/s1600/_MG_5926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6BFBLP2I/AAAAAAAAASI/lFVvuCyCOdA/s320/_MG_5926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469052218945257314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff graduated from college! I'm super proud of him. For the past 2 years he has been an excellent husband, father, and youth minister all while still being an excellent student! He received an award at ETBU for his service as a youth pastor and also for outstanding senior religion student. He also graduated magna cum laude! It was a fun day because Jenni (Jeff's sister) graduated as well! So we had lots of family in and it was a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6CrH6NoI/AAAAAAAAASg/15gr36Jle-0/s1600/_MG_6569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6CrH6NoI/AAAAAAAAASg/15gr36Jle-0/s320/_MG_6569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469052246353917570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6CMKFaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/dZ2xfs21T08/s1600/_MG_6552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6CMKFaBI/AAAAAAAAASY/dZ2xfs21T08/s320/_MG_6552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469052238041540626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6Bm5XbNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6QTanHuKhgc/s1600/_MG_6544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6Bm5XbNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/6QTanHuKhgc/s320/_MG_6544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469052228039306450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 baby showers this past week. One at school and one at church! I got some way cute outfits and also got alot of diapers and wipes (which I am SO glad to be stocked up on!) Very excited to start getting stuff ready for Carley's arrival! I have all her clothes washed and hung/put in drawers. Next will be painting the room green (her and Colin will share a room for a few years), putting up the crib/bedding, moving all the toys out to the new "playroom" and then packing bags/preparing for hospital! Once Jeff gets back from Greece we will be getting all the way ready just in case I go into preterm labor again! Just as long as I don't while Jeff is in Greece! I'm sure I'll be fine though.....right? Anyway, here is a pic of the bedding and colors we will be using in the kid's room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X9L9XQKLI/AAAAAAAAASo/jdmHNe4-Z4s/s1600/bedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X9L9XQKLI/AAAAAAAAASo/jdmHNe4-Z4s/s320/bedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469055704403814578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on our agenda....&lt;br /&gt;-May 11: next dr.'s appointment&lt;br /&gt;-May 16: Jeff leaves for Greece :(&lt;br /&gt;-May 25: Jeff comes home! :)&lt;br /&gt;-May 29: Our 6 year anniversary&lt;br /&gt;-that same weekend, Uncle JonJon comes for a visit and we have our youth end of year "80s skate night!"&lt;br /&gt;- June 4: last day of school! woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;- June 21-25 Youth Camp (I will NOT be going, Jeff might be...but he's also got back up leaders in case!)&lt;br /&gt;-July 13: tentative due date for little Carley!&lt;br /&gt;-July 31: Kyle and Sheryl's wedding! Can't wait. followed by a stay in Arlington!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I just want to stress that God is good. In the past year some things have been taken away. I lost my sweet sister and sacrifices are being made in staying here in Marshall (financially, being apart from family, etc.). Yet at the same time, he gives. I am about to have a little girl who will carry on my sister's name. And he has provided for us in many different ways. He gives and he takes away, but he is always there. And for that I am eternally grateful! Thank you God for having plans for us that are good and for giving us hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5816759740670487531?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5816759740670487531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5816759740670487531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5816759740670487531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5816759740670487531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-with-pictures.html' title='Update (with pictures)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S-X6Ajph7iI/AAAAAAAAASA/5CRNvsGrseA/s72-c/_MG_5920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-8623600362202769014</id><published>2010-04-13T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:54:19.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"a little of this and a little of that"</title><content type='html'>When my great aunt was living and first diagnosed with alzheimers she said something that made me smile. At the beginning stages of this she was still cognitive enough to know that something wasn't right with her, so she would find clever ways to "hide" it. One day, someone asked her what she had eaten for lunch. She couldn't remember so she just responded with a simple, "Oh....a little of this and a little of that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know why I shared that....thought it would be a good title for a blog that is about to be all over the place and it reminded me of her saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home (again!) with Colin today. I have just about maxed out out the days I can take between colin and my doctor appointments. I cannot get this kid well. Diarrhea, BAD hiney rash, dehydrated, lethargic. I am so so ready for this to get better. I tried to take him to the doc, but nurse was saying it would really be a waste of time and money because there really isn't much you can do for diarrhea. So....here we are cleaning up mess after mess, trying to get fluids down, and trying to heal a poor hiney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is incredibly chaotic right now. Its not a bad thing necessarily....just makes me tense sometimes that it is one thing after another. But atleast most of it is stuff that I am really excited about and look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a JAM PACKED but exciting schedule ahead of us. Let me share my calendar with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14 - Plates of Praise at EF high school&lt;br /&gt;April 15 - Jeff's senior dinner banquet (and the first "date" we've gone on in like 6 months! haha)&lt;br /&gt;April 17 - Highway 80 garage sales (LOVE!)&lt;br /&gt;April 21 and 22 - training for school (not love!)&lt;br /&gt;April 23 - dr appointment and another glucose test (yuck!)&lt;br /&gt;April 24 - youth group high school paint ball trip (I will prob not be attending that!)&lt;br /&gt;April 26 - field trip to Gators and Friends&lt;br /&gt;May 1 - JEFF FINALLY GRADUATES! graduation party to follow at our house. :)&lt;br /&gt;May 4 - school baby shower&lt;br /&gt;May 8 - church baby shower&lt;br /&gt;May 16 - Jeff leaves for Greece&lt;br /&gt;May 25 - Jeff comes home!&lt;br /&gt;May 29 - 6 year anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;June 4 - last day of school!&lt;br /&gt;July 13th - Carley Erin's debut! (as of now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! May not have much time to post between now and then! Or after that for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely feel blessed and excited about all that is going on in our life since we have been here in marshall. God is good! And even though I haven't had sleep or money in the past 3 years that we have been here, I wouldn't have it any other way. The joy of knowing God and seeing him at work outweighs all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another quick note, please keep the Graff/Hopson family in your prayers. Heather (a former ETBU student and our old neighbors there) passed away last week from a massive brain aneurysm. She left behind her husband, Jacob, and a 4 month old baby girl, Ava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't a real avid blogger, but when she did you could tell that she had a love for Christ. Some of the things that she wrote on her blog were read at her funeral. Her blog is http://jacobheather.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-8623600362202769014?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/8623600362202769014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=8623600362202769014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8623600362202769014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8623600362202769014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-of-this-and-little-of-that.html' title='&quot;a little of this and a little of that&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3258044141779661003</id><published>2010-04-01T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:40:32.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY Thursday, April 1 2010...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;perfect weather! about 80 degrees, sunny, and bright! buy LOTS of pollen. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt; when we were putting an offer on this house about this same time last year! It was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt; Jeff being almost done with school! He graduates exactly one month from TODAY! I am so proud of him and really just super glad that he will be done with late night studying/paper writing for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt; well I will change it to past tense. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;created &lt;/span&gt;a clean and organized closet for Colin and Carley. My dad added another shelf/rod halfway down for Carleys clothes. Cleaned out a bunch of junk that was piling up in there and now it is ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to have an easter egg hunt for Colin in our backyard. Its a GREAT backyard to hide eggs in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;To Live is Christ by Beth Moore. I'm going really slow through it, but totally enjoying it and learning alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt; to find an additional source of income(s) for our family once little Carley gets here. I know God has provided and will again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt; summmmmerrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms... &lt;/strong&gt;we are so mentally done. My kids are great and I love them and I just want to let them play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; Colin is getting taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;You can teach a student a lesson for a day; but if you can teach him to learn by creating curiosity, he will continue the learning process as long as he lives.  ~Clay P. Bedford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; had spaghetti tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; watching the Mavericks game, and listening to Colin sing the days of the week song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; Spring time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;/strong&gt; my team and I have WAY too much fun together at school. This is us when we dressed up as 100 year olds for the 100th day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S7U70G8PTqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Pluqffgw1kg/s1600/team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S7U70G8PTqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Pluqffgw1kg/s320/team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455332290031734434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3258044141779661003?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3258044141779661003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3258044141779661003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3258044141779661003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3258044141779661003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S7U70G8PTqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Pluqffgw1kg/s72-c/team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6290561060552253117</id><published>2010-03-20T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:23:21.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought I'd fill out this survey again for Colin. Soon I will be able to do this for Colin AND Carley! Since Colin is going to be a big brother, we have been calling him Broseph (from the Balloon Shop videos). Yes, we are strange. My Colin is a great kid and he is a blast to watch grow up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S6V0lWNgDSI/AAAAAAAAARw/Dolw_r5xbrE/s1600-h/brospeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S6V0lWNgDSI/AAAAAAAAARw/Dolw_r5xbrE/s320/brospeh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450891108968041762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;2 years and 8 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 29 pounds still. 2T clothes and size 9 shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feedings:&lt;/strong&gt; He likes to eat! Still a little picky, but eating alot better than he used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt; "mario time" with daddy (wii), playing outside (especially at playgrounds), going on walks, playing golf, bubbles, playing drums and guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt; being told no, taking naps during the day, transition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issues:&lt;/strong&gt; Colin has REALLY gotten better about the fit throwing. He is communicating so much and can reason better than he used to. Now, he is just picking up things from other kids school that I'm not okay with (but I also expected to happen....its just part of letting your kid out into the world.) Things like hitting, telling me no, and the BIG one is him saying "MINE!" Oh well, he will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality:&lt;/strong&gt; same as last time. JUST like his dad with my sensitive feelings. He is very observant and inquisitive. Always noticing little details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Areas to Work On:&lt;/strong&gt; Potty Training. We are getting there. He goes in the potty about 95% of the time that we make him sit. But he won't ask to go on his own. If we don't make him sit he is perfectly content peeing on himself. So I guess we need to work on him saying/asking to go sit on the potty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Things:&lt;/strong&gt; wearing undies, identifying numbers and colors, beat-boxing with his mouth, saying his own prayer at night (all it is, is "Thank you God for ______" over and over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; He insulted me for the first time yesterday. I told him he couldn't do something he really wanted to do and he clenched his teeth together and said, "Stinky Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6290561060552253117?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6290561060552253117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6290561060552253117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6290561060552253117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6290561060552253117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/03/broseph.html' title='Broseph'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S6V0lWNgDSI/AAAAAAAAARw/Dolw_r5xbrE/s72-c/brospeh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3701889613998480752</id><published>2010-03-19T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T06:37:31.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i shall write in list form today.</title><content type='html'>1. New curtains turned out great. Just need more black and white stuff to match them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lamps did NOT turn out great at first, but I fixed it and it looks TONS better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Got baby clothes all organized by size. Briefly thought about getting rid of all of Colin's clothes but got emotional thinking about it. Just not ready to do that....just in case there is ever a 3rd baby notelpat! Got alot of cute hand-me-downs from my mom's friend for Carley. Can't WAIT to put all these cute little outfits on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My dad installed another shelf/rod halfway down Colin's closet so each kid will have their own space for shoes and hanging clothes! Got that closet cleaned out and organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Got my laundry room cleaned/organized and free of clothes on the floor....that is until Jeff came home with dirty clothes to wash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Jeff came home one night earlier than expected and I couldn't have been happier. I missed that man! And Colin got SO excited to play wii with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My Spring Break is almost over and I am sad. REALLY don't want to go to work on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am really ticked off about the weather being cold and rainy on Saturday....the first day of Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. On Tuesday, 3 things happen. I will be 24 weeks pregnant, I have a doctor's appointment, and Jeff will turn 26! Happy early birthday to the hubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. In such a crafty/productive mood!!!! Here are future projects I will hopefully work on in the future: curtains for kitchen, new hanging light fixture above dining table (not planning on buying new, but hoping to find a garage sale piece that I can spray paint black), embroidery hoop art to hang in kids room (got the idea from &lt;a href="http://mymessynest.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kate's blog&lt;/a&gt;), and the big project will be turning out laundry room into the kids playroom. We have to wait for a shed to move out all the stuff that is in there, then all the toys will go in the laundry room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3701889613998480752?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3701889613998480752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3701889613998480752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3701889613998480752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3701889613998480752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-shall-write-in-list-form-today.html' title='i shall write in list form today.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-835691486182620324</id><published>2010-03-17T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:41:24.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>Jeff went on a mission trip with the church. I decided to stay back and continue potty training with Colin and get some much needed stuff done in the house. I organized all the baby clothes that I have acquired, added another shelf/rod in Colin's closet for Carley's clothes, got rid of a BUNCH of stuff that I don't use anymore, and finally got a hair cut! My parents have been here helping. We even got around to all my favorite eating places while my parents were here. Got to eat at Porky's, Joe Bucks, Pappacitas, and next on the list is Fuglers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays project is a little curtain project and lamp shade project. I'm using the plain white curtains I already have but adding a strip of boldblack and white fabric to it for some "pop." I didn't get the idea from anywhere which makes me kind of nervous. I can't blame a bad idea on someone else if it was my original idea! haha. Anyway. With the lamps I am keeping the bases but spray painting them black. Then I bought some cheap white shades that I am adding black ribbon to the top and bottom edge of the shades. We'll see how it turns out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing Jeff so bad. I can't wait for him to come home and see all the stuff I got done. I know Colin misses him too. Last night Colin would NOT go to sleep. He just kept crying and finally he said, "I need to play wii with Daddy!" So we had to call daddy right then and talk to him. That boy loves his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I am a tad bit jealous of all the fun being had without me on that mission trip (all my dear friends and alot of our sweet youth are on that trip), I am SO thankful for this time to get stuff done for my sweet family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-835691486182620324?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/835691486182620324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=835691486182620324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/835691486182620324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/835691486182620324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-spring-break.html' title='I love Spring Break!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-1916995993969844788</id><published>2010-03-06T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:02:29.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a few trivial things....and then one not so trivial</title><content type='html'>1st trivial: My world revolves around potty training. It is a LOT of work. We are constantly taking off undies, sitting on the potty, putting on undies, cleaning up pee puddles, starting the washer, picking up little "escapees" as we call them (the little solid rolly poops) off the floor. He is slowly getting the concept though. The first few days he completly defied the whole thing. He would sit for 20 minutes and the minute I would put his undies on he would drench himself. But now, he still has accidents, but also has some successful tee-tee's in the potty. He even asked to go a few times and actually went! One time, he peed on himself in the hallway and turned the corner with a "uh-oh" look and said, "I need to go potty." So he is beginning to understand the sensation, just doesn't always sense it fast enough. But he is trying! Such a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd trivial: I am LOVING this whole having a girl idea. I am having way too much fun looking at/buying clothes, matching hairbands and bows to outfits, etc. I found a pair of blue jean shorts and a little blue dress on the clearance rack at walmart both for 1 DOLLAR! Can't beat that price! Well I guess you could if it was 99 cents. lol. Anyway, I am just so excited to have a cute little thing to love on.  I am excited (and also a little nervous, because the pressure is on) to invest myself in showing Carly how to be a woman of God. To show her how to treat others, how to be patient and how to be a servant of God and others. To teach her that her identity does not lie in her looks or in friends or in boys, but in the one who created her. To show her how to dress cute yet modestly. And to teach her to live in the world but not of the world. (Jeff and I pray/teach those same things for Colin as well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd not so trivial: Just wanted to share something I loved/was challenged by from the Beth Moore study I am doing. John 19 tells of the crucifixion of Jesus. In vs. 30 it quotes Jesus saying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is finished&lt;/span&gt;." The study said to ponder and write down all the possible things Jesus could have been referring to when saying this. My thoughts were, "the bondage of sin, the act of cleansing/sacrificing in order to have relationship with God, lives that are bound to the law rather than His love, His life, His purpose to seek and save what was lost." All those things were finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then discussed how the Pharisees did everything that they could to make sure things stay finished. In Matthew 27: 62-66 they went to great lengths to seal the tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things were definitely finished, but Jesus was not! I loved her next quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The very thing He finished we can't seem to leave alone; and the very thing He hasn't finished, we try to halt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I try to "be a better Christian" and "do more good" as if that will bring me any closer to Him than his death and resurrection already has! I try to add my good works to something that is already complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how many times do I almost wish the conviction of the Holy Spirit would stop because its too uncomfortable to do what God is asking me to do. Thats when I try to halt something that is NOT finished. God promised that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end with this last quote from Beth Moore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salvation is finished. Sanctification is not. Completion is not.....sometimes more effort is required to keep rolling the stone back over the tomb than somply to cooperate with the work He seeks to finish in us."&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/2207662888562242818-1916995993969844788?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/1916995993969844788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=1916995993969844788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1916995993969844788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1916995993969844788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/03/few-trivial-thingsand-then-one-not-so.html' title='a few trivial things....and then one not so trivial'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3454441567828764013</id><published>2010-02-28T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:30:53.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a GIRL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S4s0lLu3UII/AAAAAAAAARo/aNpxjgN31sI/s1600-h/sono4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S4s0lLu3UII/AAAAAAAAARo/aNpxjgN31sI/s320/sono4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443502388016533634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S4s0kxFf09I/AAAAAAAAARg/JKuecn1Q5Vw/s1600-h/sono3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S4s0kxFf09I/AAAAAAAAARg/JKuecn1Q5Vw/s320/sono3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443502380863706066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S4s0kll7SpI/AAAAAAAAARY/qnlcqfQQutk/s1600-h/sono2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S4s0kll7SpI/AAAAAAAAARY/qnlcqfQQutk/s320/sono2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443502377778498194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S4s0kA5W9CI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Fo5SOQnhaHY/s1600-h/sono1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S4s0kA5W9CI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Fo5SOQnhaHY/s320/sono1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443502367927890978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to say that we are having a girl! Her name (which we have changed our minds last minute...just like we did with Colin) will be Carly Erin Stapleton. The name just fits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I am WAY more excited about having a girl than I thought I would be. I never thought I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wouldn't &lt;/span&gt;be excited. I knew I'd be happy either way. But I am just kind of surprised how into this "girl thang" I am getting. I bought 2 of the stinkin cutest outfits at Target after our dr.'s appointment and was sad that we didn't have enough money to buy matching shoes and hairbows too! haha. It was really fun to look at all that with Jeff. He actually kind of got into too. It was interesting to see what he liked/didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly was VERY cooperative with showing us her........eh-hem.....you know. She was spread eagle and unashamed! I usually am not very good at "reading" sonograms, but as soon as the picture popped up I said, "Thats a girl, isn't it!?!" She said, "99% sure....she's wide open!" I almost posted the anatomy picture on facebook, but Jeff thought it "inappropriate to post his daughter in that way." I thought that was funny that he said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3454441567828764013?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3454441567828764013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3454441567828764013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3454441567828764013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3454441567828764013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-girl.html' title='Its a GIRL!!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S4s0lLu3UII/AAAAAAAAARo/aNpxjgN31sI/s72-c/sono4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5290325528505639963</id><published>2010-02-13T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T06:19:53.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow pictures and a few other things</title><content type='html'>We were without power for a little over 12 hours so we spent our "snow day" of no school with Jenni and Tim. We played in the snow at ETBU. check out my facebook album at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=384912&amp;amp;id=570370160&amp;amp;l=84185382ca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff's parents are coming today and Jeff's dad is going to be installing a sprinkler system this coming up week. Its going to be a nasty job with the ground being so wet and with melting snow. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....I am so excited to say that we have settled on names (yes! even a boy one!) Or atleast the way Jeff worded it was, "That will be the name unless I think of something else." I think he just doesn't like to officially commit until its really really time to! haha. Anyway, if it is a girl her name will by Sydney Erin Stapleton (same initials as me!). If its a boy it will be Jacob Wade Stapleton (same initials as Jeff!) But we would call him Jake all the time. I am really excited about those names. We had our boy names narrowed down to Jake or Brady. I really do like Brady, but for some reason Jake just seems to fit with our family. AND....when we talk about it Colin perks up and starts saying Jacob and Jake (actually he pronounces it "shacob" and "shake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks and then we will know if I have a Sydney or a Jake in my belly! Who knows, Jeff may totally change his mind and think of a new name when we find out! That is what happened with Colin. We decided that his name was going to be Riley if it was going to be a boy and then when we had the sono Jeff changed his mind and said, "colin." It just stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't know if anyone will do this, but in honor of Valentines Day I want you to leave a comment telling me how you met and how long you have been with your spouse/significant other and your favorite thing about him/her! I leave the first one. Happy Valentines Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5290325528505639963?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5290325528505639963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5290325528505639963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5290325528505639963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5290325528505639963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-pictures-and-few-other-things.html' title='Snow pictures and a few other things'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-8701090483867153190</id><published>2010-02-11T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:27:49.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY Monday, February 11, 2010...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;lots of snow! and hopefully more snow coming tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am remembering...&lt;/strong&gt;a valentines day when jeff and i were dating that it snowed. we went to the church we attended at the time and played in the field. fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/strong&gt;a mudroom off our backdoor. we played in the snow today and it was nice to come and strip off the wet clothes without making a mess in the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;valentine cards tonight for my class and for colin's class at daycare. IF we have school tomorrow I will have a class party and then leave to go to colin's class party at 4:00. Excited that I will be able to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to sit on my butt tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;To Live is Christ by Beth Moore and my mom finally brought Forgotten God by Francis Chan that I will try to start reading in my so called free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;there is no school tomorrow! or atleast late arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mind...&lt;/strong&gt;boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms... &lt;/strong&gt;i am loving teaching writing with my kiddos! i have loved watching them develop writing skills over time and love how some of them are starting to add some creativeness to their writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noticing that...&lt;/strong&gt; this baby is moving more and more. really love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pondering these words...&lt;/strong&gt;"If Jesus gives us a task or assigns us to a difficult season, every ounce of our experience is meant for our instruction and completion if only we'll let Him finish the work. I fear, however, that we are so attention-deficit that we settle for bearable when beauty is just around the corner. - Beth Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt; dominoes pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt; The Office is on, jeff is next to me watching it, tim is watching it, jenni is showing colin pictures of clip art puppies and he is laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt; a clean kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my picture journal...&lt;/strong&gt; my C-man in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S3Sr5kRXM7I/AAAAAAAAARA/AvxGsu3vMpM/s1600-h/cman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S3Sr5kRXM7I/AAAAAAAAARA/AvxGsu3vMpM/s320/cman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437159655620424626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Sarah/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-8701090483867153190?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/8701090483867153190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=8701090483867153190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8701090483867153190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8701090483867153190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/S3Sr5kRXM7I/AAAAAAAAARA/AvxGsu3vMpM/s72-c/cman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-4774770590693094962</id><published>2010-02-01T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:56:29.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pregnancy survey.....because I feel like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 0px none ; width: 550px; height: 1234px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Name?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Age?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;26&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Height?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;5 foot 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Pre-pregnancy weight?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;enough. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" colspan="2"&gt;About The Father&lt;input name="spot6" value="BZ_Label" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Name?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Jeff&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Age?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;25&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Height?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;5 foot 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Are you still together?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;always&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" colspan="2"&gt;About Your Pregnancy&lt;input name="spot11" value="BZ_Label" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Is this your first pregnancy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;no. second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;When did you find out you were pregnant?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Oct. 30th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Was it planned?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;What was your first reaction?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;my heart was racing and&lt;br /&gt;i instantly called jeff's name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Who was with you when you found out?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;jeff&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Who was the first person you told?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;after jeff, we called our moms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;How did your parents react?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;my mom gasped and asked&lt;br /&gt;if she could tell jan who&lt;br /&gt;was with her at the time.&lt;br /&gt;jeffs mom was mad that&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't scream&lt;br /&gt;because we called&lt;br /&gt;her at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;How far along are you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;17 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;What was your first symptom?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;missed cycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;What is your due date?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;July 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Do you know the sex of the baby?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;will find out on Feb. 26th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;If so, what is it?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;either one would be SO great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Have you picked out names?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Sydney Erin or Leah Joanne&lt;br /&gt;for a girl,&lt;br /&gt;still debating on the&lt;br /&gt;boy names.&lt;br /&gt;possibly Cooper or Carson?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still rootin for Grant though!&lt;br /&gt;Just wish jeff liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;If so, what are they?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;oh....see above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;How much weight have you gained?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;about 5 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Do you have stretch marks?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;just some leftover ones&lt;br /&gt;from 1st pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Have you felt the baby move?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;just a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Have you heard the heartbeat?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;yes!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" colspan="2"&gt;About the birth&lt;input name="spot30" value="BZ_Label" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Will you keep the baby?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;absolutely!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Home or hospital birth?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;hospital&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Natural or medicated birth?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;medicated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Who will be in the delivery room with you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;jeff and the grandmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Will you breastfeed?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Do you think you'll need a c-section?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Will you cry when you hold the baby for the first time?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;probably&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;What's the first thing you might say to him/her?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;hi!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;Would you let someone videotape the birth?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(243, 250, 254); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;only if I was the ONLY&lt;br /&gt;one to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 5px; font-family: Arial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;input size="40" name="spot40" class="inputforms" id="Spot40" type="text"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr&gt;      &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; padding: 15px 15px 10px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input name="msbull" id="MSBULL" value="Yes" type="checkbox"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-4774770590693094962?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/4774770590693094962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=4774770590693094962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4774770590693094962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4774770590693094962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/02/pregnancy-surveybecause-i-feel-like-it.html' title='pregnancy survey.....because I feel like it.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-7696341144498519635</id><published>2010-01-29T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:28:44.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>facial hair</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a while and don't feel like I have anything exciting to say! This blog of mine cracks me up anyway because all the people that read it I either talk to on a regular basis or they follow me on facebook so I feel like I just repeat myself! haha. oh well i guess it just gives me something relaxing and mindless to do when i have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor yesterday. very short and quick visit. heartbeat was 154bpm. And i go back on Feb. 26th to find out the gender! I am SO STINKIN excited to find out. Im tired of saying "baby." I want to say brother or sister or call this thing a name! Which brings me to the next frustrating subject. We have 2 very precious baby girl names picked out (or atleast I think they are cute...some of my friends dont act like they think it is too cute...but oh well.) But we CANNOT find a boy name that we agree on. I have 4 or 5 boy names that I really like and Jeff does not like any of them. Grrrr. So if this baby is a boy we are just gonna call him "man child" or something. kinda impersonal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin still seems to be doing good in his school. He is always clean and content and happy when I pick him up. He talks about his teacher and friends alot and is constantly singing songs and such that he has learned. So I can't complain! He likes it so I like it. And I JUST love how close it is to the house. So super convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to start going through Beth Moore's "To Live Is Christ" study with a friend. Really excited but also a little nervous. I'm going to be honest and say that spending time reading my Bible and studying has NOT been frequent lately. I think it will be a hard transition, but a necessary and beneficial one. I'm also going to have to figure out the best time of day for me to do this. I don't know if it will be easier to wake up earlier (already not a fun process lately) or wait till Colin goes to bed (which has been my nightly and involuntary crash on the couch session). But I am really excited to do this and learn more about my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are going good at the Notelpats household. We only get sad that we can't see our families in Arlington more than we do. We haven't seen either of our parents since Christmas (which I guess was only a month ago...but it seems like a long time ago). And it is hard for us to come there since Jeff kind of has to "work" on Sundays. Looking forward to seeing our families soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will leave you with an funny conversation I had with one of my students....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Mrs. Stapleton, how come Mr. Jeff has hair all over his face and you don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because Mr. Jeff is a boy and I am a girl. When boys get to be grown up they grow hair on their face. Girls don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: ......(after about 20 seconds of silence).....Well then why does my grandma have some hair on her face? She is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ..............uhhhhhh..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-7696341144498519635?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/7696341144498519635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=7696341144498519635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7696341144498519635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7696341144498519635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/01/facial-hair.html' title='facial hair'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-5434748363019775696</id><published>2010-01-07T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:59:35.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hapnins</title><content type='html'>so I am exhausted getting back into this school routine after 2 blissful weeks off....and the dreadful cold is certainly not helping. All I want to do is snuggie it up! Thats what I get for buying the "cute" peir and beam house. it is very drafty! oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colin started his new school and he loves it! he really has adjusted very well. hasnt really cried much at all! And he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; seems to be benefiting from it. Just from 4 days of being there he is just talking up a storm. Using these HUGE sentences and telling me all about what he did during the day. Sentences like, "I like school. I go to school and paint. I play with my cars." When I picked him up today he said, "C'mon mommy lets get my backpack and lunchbox!" As my mom and uncle would say "He's a pretty fart smeller." (if you switch the beginning letters its 'smart feller.' hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I am very pleased with his school. i've already had a few well meaning people try to tell me negative things about the place. but there isnt a perfect place and as long as he likes it and is thriving there, then i am happy. and....just to do a quick vent... i know i am young and a 'kid' to some people. but i am a grown woman/mommy and i am capable of making decisions for my family. k i feel better now! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SOOOOO very excited that this is jeff's last semester. i think i am more excited about him graduating than i was for ME to graduate. i'm just ready for us to have a 'normal' family schedule. for us to go to bed and wake up at the same time and for me to actually spend time with him at night instead of having to leave him alone to write a paper or go to the library. and hopefully this semesters classes will be 'lighter' than last semesters. it was really fun to see him do youth ministry stuff over the christmas break and he was so much better at it simply because he had time and could focus on JUST that. excited to see what next year brings with him being 'full time' at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little baby is still cooking! i think i might have felt some rolls in there (not kicks...more like a flip or something!) it was cool. not for sure thats what it was, but i'll just pretend it was! i go back to the dr for my 16 week check up on the 28th of Jan. then at the end of Feb. we'll find out if this little thang is going to be another rowdy boy....or a bossy little girl like me. jk....i'm not bossy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are really happy that we moved here and feel so at peace that this is the right place for us. but its hard to keep friends here cause they keep leaving! first daniel and mary, now jenni and tim, eventually jeremy and danielle, and then eventually sheryl and kyle! i just hate it. and jeff has made a TON of really really good friends at ETBU that have left or will leave when they graduate. its just hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there are some FABULOUS couples at church that are so good to us and invest themselves in our lives (which we love them for it) but they are not our age. We need those "older" (and i don't mean old) friends, but we also need friends in the same 'stage of life' as us. Especially since working with youth means we dont get plugged into a group of people our age. We do have them, it just seems like its a revolving door of friends and that takes me on an emotional rollercoaster when i start to get attached and then have to say adios! and i am HORRIBLE about staying in touch with people that i really DO want to stay in touch with....even my dear friends back in Arlington! I guess that could be new years resolution is to try to stay in more contact with the friends I love. I'll try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone stays warm in this devestatingly cold weather. Everyone put your snuggies on! (have you noticed i am a snuggie fan?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-5434748363019775696?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/5434748363019775696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=5434748363019775696' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5434748363019775696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/5434748363019775696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2010/01/hapnins.html' title='hapnins'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-3306262232240158488</id><published>2009-12-31T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:06:30.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the year in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://marynorton.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-in-reviewagain.html"&gt;The Year in Review...again.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;bought a house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't usually make resolutions. i don't think they are bad, but i don't think resolutions should be reserved for just the new year. i am more likely to keep a resolution if God has convicted me of something rather than doing a traditional resolution just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes! Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;a school-free jeff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What date from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oct 3 - sister passed away and may 15 - move in date for the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i think more than buying a house its been learning to balance my money with a mortgage payment and just live/spend differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i probably spent more time on the computer than with my son. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nothing serious. just sinus sickness. and IBS! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;my new blow dryer! it cuts off about 6 minutes of drying time because it is so powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jeffs for perservering! there were many times that he wanted to drop out this semester because it was REDICULOUSLY too much work. but he kept going. And still made every effort to be the husband, father, and youth minister that he needed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes our youth. they are good kids that just make stupid choices sometimes. and it frustrates me when i see such potential and those choices screw things up. i also am appalled at the amount of trash-talk and gossip that goes on in the youth in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mortgage and childcare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;finding out i was pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2009?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I Will Rise" by Chris Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i. happier or sadder?&lt;/span&gt; happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ii. thinner or fatter?&lt;/span&gt; fatter- but i have an excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iii. richer or poorer?&lt;/span&gt; neither, we just are using our money differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;spent more valuable time with Colin...more time talking to him.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wasting time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Did you fall in love in 2009? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes, i always fall in love with jeff and colin as we grow closer. and i fell in love with a little gummy bear on the sonogram screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.. What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Shack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris Rice. he wasn't really new, but i had just forgotten about some of his older cds and they are awesome. such great lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.What did you want and NOT get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; a shed for the backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Blindside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned 26. we actually made an offer on the house around that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just being content and thankful. when you spend most of your prayer time thanking you find yourself asking for less and less. i am learning that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow...fashion has gone down the drain for me. i'm just a jeans and t-shirt girl. i do have some really cute maternity clothes that i am excited to wear as soon as i am showing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; understanding more that Christ's love is not conditional. it does not depend on what i do but what he has already done. kinda takes the pressure off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm.....i guess Kirk Cameron since I got to meet him. I just respect alot of what he does and stands for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i have no idea. i really don't pay attention to that kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Who did you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34.. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sheryl! what a great friend and such an example of someone who thinks of others all the time. and its been fun to find out that we must be long lost sisters cause we are exactly like....from looking alike, to being carpet nazis, to needing our early bedtimes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is something I knew but actually got to experience this year. God is good all the time. Even when life punches you in the stomach he is still the same God as he is when life makes you smile. I've learned not to even place my identity in the "bad events" that have happened to me but to place my identity in him. its not about me and what has happened to me. its about God being good ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Theres a peace I've come to know, though my heart and flesh my fail&lt;br /&gt;Theres an anchor for my soul. I can say it is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37.  The best thing you discovered this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skype!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38.  The best thing you lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm about to lose my babysitter for colin. she just is too tired and worn down from her shoulder to take care of colin anymore. she has been such a God send and I am sad to not be able to use her with the next baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39.  What are you glad to leave behind from 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first trimester of this pregnancy...yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40.  What are you looking forward to in 2010?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting colin's brother or sister. figuring out how to be a mommy of 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-3306262232240158488?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/3306262232240158488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=3306262232240158488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3306262232240158488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/3306262232240158488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-in-review.html' title='the year in review'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-4960999298890749877</id><published>2009-12-30T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T14:09:38.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jdarst.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-womans-daybook.html"&gt;Simple Woman's Daybook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   FOR TODAY Wednesday, Dec. 30th. 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... wet (what else is new in East Texas) and cold. I am definitely SICK of cold weather. I have never been a fan of the cold. I am SO ready for spring. Ready to open my windows, have a cheaper electric bill, and let my boy play outside!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...that this break has really spoiled me. It is going to be SO hard to go back to work on Monday. I have really really enjoyed my time with Colin and I will be sad to drop him off on Monday morning. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for...the fact that I passed my glucose test this morning! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms...i choose to not go there in my mind just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen...just got a HUGE amount of groceries yesterday. Nothing is better than a stocked fridge and pantry. grilled hot dogs tonight! Got to eat them before the buns go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing...jeans, t-shirt, and chuck taylors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating...a "potty chart" for colin to keep track of when he goes and doesnt go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going...to get Colin (and baby) into a new day care. this is the best day care in town and they just so happen to be in the moving process. they are moving to a building that is RIGHT around the corner from us...like literally 1 minute from our house. Just heard back from the director and she has a spot for Colin and has baby on the list for the fall. So I am going to there open house on Sunday to check it out and all that. Im excited that they can help with Colin's potty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading...well my mom is finishing up "Forgotten God" by Francis Chan and then she's sending it to me. So that is my next read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping...to keep this baby inside me as long as possible. i am high risk for pre-term labor again. but surely it will be fine. i was only 5 weeks early with colin so it wasn't a dangerous early. hopefully this one won't be dangerous either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing...HGTV and colin playing with his legos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house...a mess! Since Colin has been home during the days we have been pulling out all the toys and dirtying up all the dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things...when Colin says, "I wanna hold you, Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week...clean the house today, youth lock-in tomorrow night (I'm only staying til a little after midnight!) then enjoying my last few days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture I want to share... well really a video of colin's talent on the drums! click the link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=393136785242&amp;amp;ref=mf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-4960999298890749877?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/4960999298890749877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=4960999298890749877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4960999298890749877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4960999298890749877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple-womans-daybook-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-8884447968573173295</id><published>2009-12-16T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:30:43.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby and Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far along:&lt;/strong&gt; 10 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total weight gain/loss: &lt;/strong&gt;almost back to original weight. had lost 7 pounds to begin with and now I've gained 5 back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity clothes:&lt;/strong&gt; Just a few elasticy pants. And there are about 3 or 4 maternity shirts that don't look too awkward on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretch marks:&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep:&lt;/strong&gt; depends on the night! Already starting to have to get up and go to the bathroom in the night. If I don't get up in the night I am about to bust when my alarm goes off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best moment this week:&lt;/strong&gt; well it was techinically last week (Friday). But I got to have my first sono. I was so relieved to see that everything was good...and to see that there was only one! Jeff has been really wishing for twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement:&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food cravings:&lt;/strong&gt; fried chicken, cheetoes, mac n cheese, pb and j sandwhich (not any of that together...that is just a list of things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender:&lt;/strong&gt; don't know! Either would be so so so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labor Signs:&lt;/strong&gt; nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Button in or out:&lt;/strong&gt; in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I miss:&lt;/strong&gt; being able to wait to eat when I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am looking forward to:&lt;/strong&gt; going to the doctor again on the 28th. might have to get an early glucose test though when I go back since I am high risk for gestational diabetes again. If they dont do it then, they will do it at the next appointment! Guess its good to find out as soon as possible though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestones:&lt;/strong&gt; baby has heartrate of 171 bpm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a VERY busy next few days.&lt;br /&gt;-Tomorrow: class christmas party and then staff christmas party in the evening. Colin also has jammie day at his school. Wish I could go! He will be so cute.&lt;br /&gt;-Friday: Last day and early release. Then Youth Progressive Dinner in the evening. My house is providing the main meal! Gotta feed 30ish youth spaghetti. That could be dangerous. Think I'm going to tell them to go eat on the deck so they don't get it on my carpet! haha.&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday: nothing&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday: Jeff is "off" from church but that night we are going to our age groups Sunday School party. Should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;-Monday: our family Christmas at home (just us),and looking at Christmas lights downtown&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday: head to A-town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am about to go brown about 6 pounds of beef for the youth party. Better get started! Hope everyone has a blessed Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-8884447968573173295?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/8884447968573173295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=8884447968573173295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8884447968573173295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8884447968573173295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-and-christmas.html' title='baby and Christmas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-9146903509712515401</id><published>2009-12-07T17:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:27:30.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i use when i want to write and don't know what to write about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jdarst.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-womans-daybook.html"&gt;Simple Woman's Daybook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   FOR TODAY Monday, Dec. 7, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... very stinkin cold. makes me want to stay inside and bundle up on the couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...about Christmas presents for people....that's as far as I have gotten is thinking about it. Wish I was a better gift giver. I want to give people meaningful gifts but never know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for...Jeff's semester from heck almost being over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms...going okay. We are learning about ordinal numbers, blending sounds, wants vs. needs, and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen...well I was going to go to the grocery store today because we have NOTHING. But I was too lazy and I realized we really don't have any money left! So....we ordered pizza....with the money we do not have. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing...jeans and a long sleeve white tshirt under a red marshall mavericks t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating...a little grape sized baby in muh belleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going...to try potty training again with Colin over the Chrismas break. I think the week after Christmas I am going to devote that entire week to getting him on a schedule, wearing undies a little, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading...i wish i could say the bible...but I would be lying. Should get back on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping...this cough that I have had for 2 weeks goes away VERY soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing...the backyardigans and colin singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house...upper part of the house...pretty clean. downstairs...not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things...being able to wear jeans to work until Christmas break!! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week...go observe at another school tomorrow morning. Wed-work and church. Thursday - work. Friday - no work! go to Dr Lin and get a sono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture I want to share...I just have to show off Jeff's photography skills cause I think he is really good. He took pics of my friends baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/Sx2ramAT1gI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6TAUJT9LJCc/s1600-h/laineybug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/Sx2ramAT1gI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6TAUJT9LJCc/s320/laineybug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412670800536000002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/Sx2qNh8FWaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/SzFP-hM9A4A/s1600-h/lainey.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-9146903509712515401?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/9146903509712515401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=9146903509712515401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/9146903509712515401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/9146903509712515401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-use-when-i-want-to-write-and.html' title='what i use when i want to write and don&apos;t know what to write about...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/Sx2ramAT1gI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6TAUJT9LJCc/s72-c/laineybug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-7382571414899923525</id><published>2009-11-29T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T13:23:00.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funk/baby/ear piercing</title><content type='html'>just thought I'd write about a few random things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having kind of a funk day. One of those days where I am just bummed. A large percentage of that is knowing I have to go back to work tomorrow. I have SO enjoyed just being with my family and not feeling overly exhausted by normal routine expectations. Part of it is a missing Erin thing. Most days I am fine and at peace. Every once in a while it just hits me like a punch in the stomach. But really...its just a bummer for me and others that are left behind. For her? She has nothing to worry or be upset about it! She is in the presence of God. (Not that she ever really did worry or be upset! ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost 8 weeks pregnant and really looking forward to my doctors appointment next Friday (the 11th). Praying all is good and healthy. Sometimes I don't feel or look pregnant and that makes me a little nervous, but I am sure it is fine. I have felt a little more sick with this one than I did with Colin, but its still not really that bad. Just a little queasiness when I get hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about adding to our family. I can't wait for this baby to just be here and to see Colin be a big brother. I just hope he is nice! Sometimes he can be a toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about how I respond to God. I feel convicted about my lack of response to him and his love. We talked about a verse in sunday school today that I thought was REALLY cool. So...I will share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sacrifice and offering you did not desire,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but my ears you have pierced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burnt offerings and sin offerings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you did not require.  &lt;/span&gt;-Psalm 40:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I read that and thought, "What the heck does that mean about ear piercings?" Well I found out. Back in the day slaves were not required to be slaves forever. Its not like they were born into slavery and had to stay that way until they died. They had a certain time frame and then they were to be released. However, there were some slaves that CHOSE to stay slaves for the rest of their lives because they trusted and respected their master and knew they would take good care of them. If the slaves agreed to that, the masters would pierce their servants ear as a sign that they desire to be bound to their master for the rest of their lives. Jeff just informed me that this is called a "bond servant." (Lots of you probably already knew this, but I didnt! So I am excited.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it made me start thinking about my life. I have made that decision to be bound to Christ and to be under his care for the rest of my life. However, bond servants had a symbol to show the world that they had made their decision. People could tell by looking at their pierced ear. I hope and pray that people can tell that I am bound to Christ just by knowing/seeing me. Do I do enough/say enough/love enough? Or do I just fill my day with gossip and meaningless talk. Do I stay quiet about the one I have bound myself to and trust? Do I genuinely love people or do I judge or just wish they would go away? Its something to think about and makes me more aware of my actions and attitudes. If Christ is my master and I trust him completely with my life, then my response should be a changed life that is bound to him and obedient to him. And everyone should be able to tell that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-7382571414899923525?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/7382571414899923525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=7382571414899923525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7382571414899923525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7382571414899923525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/11/funkbabyear-piercing.html' title='funk/baby/ear piercing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-1180059029973992143</id><published>2009-11-15T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:31:53.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jdarst.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-womans-daybook.html"&gt;Simple Woman's Daybook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   FOR TODAY Sunday, Nov. 15th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... perfect fall weather! beautiful fall colored trees all around my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...that I hope I can make it through one week of school before Thanksgiving. Work has been difficult lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for...a sweet new baby on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms...like I said, school has been difficult. ALOT of extra work that I don't feel like I have the energy for and alot of unnecessary drama between co-workers. sometimes i wanna say, "if I wanted drama I would have been an actress...not a teacher!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen...blah...not been a good cook lately. i really need to go to the store! I am going to make chicken alfredo tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing...jeans and a sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating...I don't even know how to finish this sentence anymore. I really wish I was more creative than I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going...to try to get these fits of Colin under control! Its crazy. I've read all sorts of advice about spanking, a firm "no", ignoring. I really think for Colin I'm going to have to be better about preparing him for transition (1 more minute till we have to stop...) tell him no and why and then quickly change the subject to something else. We'll see. Hope all this is under control before baby comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading...Psalm 139. My goal is to memorize the entire chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping...that morning sickness continues to stay away. so far so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing...the cowboys game, jeff talking on the phone, and the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house...not clean, but not horribly out of control either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things...imexican food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week...I plan on not seeing Jeff this week at all really. He has major papers due this week and a youth community worship service to prepare for. I cannot WAIT until he is done with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture I want to share...my boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SwCBOq-1PbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vB1SxQsbAm0/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SwCBOq-1PbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vB1SxQsbAm0/s320/man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404461641900572082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-1180059029973992143?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/1180059029973992143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=1180059029973992143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1180059029973992143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/1180059029973992143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SwCBOq-1PbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/vB1SxQsbAm0/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-4806266402081981450</id><published>2009-11-07T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T13:01:58.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Colin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So I stole this off a lady's blog who has twins. She fills these out every 3 or 4 months about her kids. Thought I would do that every once in a while. All mommas like to talk about their kids from time to time. Soon I'll be able to do this for 2 kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SvXZ7H6V7CI/AAAAAAAAAQg/T7es5cN1Gic/s1600-h/toottoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SvXZ7H6V7CI/AAAAAAAAAQg/T7es5cN1Gic/s320/toottoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401462937860041762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;2 years and 3 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about 29 pounds. He wears some 24 month stuff, but mainly 2T clothes. And wears a size 9 shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feedings:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't fight this battle anymore. He eats when he wants (not when I want). Some days he eats  only goldfish all day. Some days he could eat an entire steak! He is picky. His favorites are yogurt, "my cheese" (which are lunchables), sammich (which is just one piece of bread) and refried beans mixed with rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt; playing outside, going on walks, being startled, jumping, noggin, "take your pictures" (playing with daddy's camera) and identifying letters (He knows about 17 letters!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least Favorites:&lt;/strong&gt; having shampoo rinsed out of his hair, being blocked out of a room or area, going inside after being outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issues:&lt;/strong&gt; Colin is really a great kid. His issues are normal for his age. But his fits are rediculous sometimes! There are 2 problems with it. 1) He is a VERY loud cryer and screamer. So it always seems WAY worse than it really is. 2) His overwhelming emotions don't match up with his ability to verbalize and reason. There is no talking and reasoning with him. We have developed a system where when he is throwing a fit he puts himself in the corner until its all out of his system and then he turns around and says, "All done." That will suffice until he understands better how to talk and reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality:&lt;/strong&gt; Silly, clever, basically Jeff's personality all over again with a little bit of my overly sensitive feelings. He gets his feelings hurt easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Areas to Work On:&lt;/strong&gt; The whole talking through our feelings and not throwing fits (which will come later) and his colors. Its crazy that the kid knows almost all his letters but doesn't know or care to know his colors. That will come too though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Things:&lt;/strong&gt; he can jump now....and thats all he likes to do! He also likes to identify types of transportation. When we are in the car all we hear is, "Schoolbus! Trashman! Car! Truck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I asked Colin if he wanted a brother or a sister. His response was, "A mister!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-4806266402081981450?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/4806266402081981450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=4806266402081981450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4806266402081981450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/4806266402081981450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-colin.html' title='My Colin'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SvXZ7H6V7CI/AAAAAAAAAQg/T7es5cN1Gic/s72-c/toottoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-7644098649873713371</id><published>2009-11-04T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:00:24.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colin will be a big brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's right, I'm expecting. I asked Colin if he wanted a brother or sister the other day and he said, "A mister!" Too funny. He totally doesn't get it. But thats ok. Found this survey on someone else's blog that is expecting and thought I would do it from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far along:&lt;/strong&gt; 4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total weight gain/loss: &lt;/strong&gt;lost 7 pounds. Don't know why...not throwing up or anything. guess my body is using up the food i eat pretty quickly for energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maternity clothes:&lt;/strong&gt; Just a few elasticy pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stretch marks:&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep:&lt;/strong&gt; sleepin good. just not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best moment this week:&lt;/strong&gt; getting my blood test results from the doc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movement:&lt;/strong&gt; Does gas bubbles count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food cravings:&lt;/strong&gt; nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gender:&lt;/strong&gt; wish I could know now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Labor Signs:&lt;/strong&gt; haha...no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Button in or out:&lt;/strong&gt; in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I miss:&lt;/strong&gt; nothing really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I am looking forward to:&lt;/strong&gt; my first sono and nurse visit on dec. 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milestones:&lt;/strong&gt; i think its cool that baby notelpat is forming ears, eyes, and nose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-7644098649873713371?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/7644098649873713371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=7644098649873713371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7644098649873713371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/7644098649873713371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/11/colin-will-be-big-brother.html' title='Colin will be a big brother!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-8367631705706386569</id><published>2009-10-22T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:43:23.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jdarst.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-womans-daybook.html"&gt;Simple Woman's Daybook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   FOR TODAY Thursday, October 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... A cold front is blowing through! It rained today...ALOT. But this weekend is supposed to be sunny but cool. Perfect Fall weather that I love so mcuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...that Friday makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for...the peace God has given me in the passing away of my sister. She is missed but I know she is with Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms...C-Scope is kicking my tail! The new curriculum causes me to fumble through lessons and at the end of the day I am almost embarrased at how the day went. Still trying to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen...we have been on a hamburger kick lately! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing...black lounging pants and a gray t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating...creating? what does that mean? I feel like the creative juices have been sucked out of me. I also do not have the time. I would LOVE to go garage saling or flea marketing and find a piece of junk to do a "trash to treasure" project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going...to meet Kirk Cameron tomorrow night! A sweet lady at church gave us free tickets to a really nice dinner where we get to hear him speak and then get our picture taken with him! I am excited. I don't really care about famous people much, but I LOVED Fireproof and have much respect for him playing in those kinds of movies. Plus...it is a date with my husband. Haven't done that in....can't even remember when!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading...C-Scope, C-Scope, C-Scope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping...to be able to sleep better at nights. I have NEVER been a restless sleeper. Everyone that knows me knows that when my head hits the pillow I am out in 2 seconds. But I have been having a hard time sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing...The Stars game on T.V. and the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house...got our deck built and it looks AWESOME! I am so excited about it and want to go outside all the time now! Now we just have to save up money to buy furniture to sit on out there! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things...inside jokes. Now...I don't like inside jokes when people use them to make other people feel awkward or left out of the joke or story. But I DO love how inside jokes are a reminder of memories you have made with someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week...tomorrow night: Kirk Cameron, Saturday: Papa's 85th birthday party in Collinsville!, Sunday: church and friends over to eat lunch, Sunday night: Jeff leaves to go to Arlington for the Youth minister's conclave. Really wish I could go with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture I want to share...The Deck!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SuEmAySRW3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/PFU3va4xJW4/s1600-h/deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SuEmAySRW3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/PFU3va4xJW4/s320/deck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395635623506828146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-8367631705706386569?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/8367631705706386569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=8367631705706386569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8367631705706386569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8367631705706386569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SuEmAySRW3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/PFU3va4xJW4/s72-c/deck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-6701626000683833212</id><published>2009-10-10T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:01:08.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Rise</title><content type='html'>I posted the song that was played at the end of my sweet sister, Erin's, memorial service on my playlist at the bottom of this page. It perfectly describes how even in the midst of despair...it is all under control because of the price Jesus paid for us. I know full well that Erin is face to face with God. I find comfort in that and I CAN say, "It is well." I am sad because I will miss her, but I know it is not the end and I will see her again. The most wonderful thing that was said at her memorial service was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The beautiful thing about Erin's life is that she has showed us so much about God that she fades away....we fade away....and all that is left is the image of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope I can live a life like that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-6701626000683833212?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/6701626000683833212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=6701626000683833212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6701626000683833212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/6701626000683833212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-rise.html' title='I Will Rise'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-8618586700564621607</id><published>2009-09-26T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:47:23.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not very interesting</title><content type='html'>So I always hesitate to write because I so feel like anything I have to say is not interesting to anyone else. But I suppose I will ramble for a bit anyway...but this time I shall put it in list form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am looking forward to...&lt;br /&gt;1. the nice cool fall weather!&lt;br /&gt;2. A Canton trip in the nice cool fall weather (probably in November)&lt;br /&gt;3. getting a deck built (with the help of Josh and Taylor)&lt;br /&gt;4. Halloween costumes. Jeff=Luigi. Sarah=Mario (possibly complete with a mustache). Colin=toadstool! We are such nerds, but I am excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that annoy me right now...&lt;br /&gt;1. new curriculum at school. I actually really like the curriculum, I just hate "learning" it and getting used to something new.&lt;br /&gt;2. not being able to sleep. I wake up multiple times a night either because of Colin or my racing mind.&lt;br /&gt;3. Can't think of anything else....guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have been pondering...&lt;br /&gt;1. At what point does worrying become bad. There are 2 extremes to this. You can worry so much that you show a lack of trust in what God has in store. But then you can not worry enough that is shows that you don't care about how something turns out and so you don't do your part. Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;2. When is it appropriate to confront people and when do I let it go. I have relationships with people that I do not agree with their choices or they have issues with their apathy toward Christ. I truly don't feel like I judge them. I still really love and care about them. But I struggle about being bold with them. Now, some of them are youth and I don't struggle as much with them about "telling them like it is." But some of these people are adults...and that's where I struggle. I feel like they will think, "You don't have the right to tell me I am wrong." But that's not what I want to tell them. What I want to tell them is, "Its not about being right or wrong. This is about the fact the God loves you so much and his ways are better than yours!" But its so hard. I don't want to push away some people that I feel like I have really great relationships with. I don't want to "ruin" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I like....&lt;br /&gt;1. Colin talking in sentences. Him being able to tell me what he wants instead of whining. Oh wait...he still whines though.&lt;br /&gt;2. The fact the Colin went to MDO the other day "tear free!" Just walked right in like a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;3. my house and just the fact that it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;4. our church and the friends we have made there.&lt;br /&gt;5. my fall wreath. It looks so good on my red door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....in the words of Jeff, "......WELP! See ya later!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2207662888562242818-8618586700564621607?l=notelpats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/feeds/8618586700564621607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2207662888562242818&amp;postID=8618586700564621607' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8618586700564621607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2207662888562242818/posts/default/8618586700564621607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notelpats.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-very-interesting.html' title='not very interesting'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06428926148288249104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/TTGuaQz0C8I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ydk67mKfXzM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207662888562242818.post-362654256462833684</id><published>2009-09-11T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:48:23.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting church signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SqsI4kCKZWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7EmedS_Lsew/s1600-h/sign6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44/SqsI4kCKZWI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7EmedS_Lsew/s320/sign6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380403947662632290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm sorry...I thought God already knows every part of us even if we don't know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p2Bi8AEDp44
