<?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-3010883667716357213</id><updated>2011-09-15T21:13:53.960-04:00</updated><category term='Love  Respect'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='food processor'/><category term='miracle'/><category term='children'/><category term='Passove'/><category term='unequally yoked'/><category term='bible'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='grace'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='give away'/><category term='death'/><category term='son'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='hospice'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Salvation'/><category term='grief'/><category term='bithday'/><category term='family. Singing'/><category term='Shabbat'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Retro'/><category term='Rewards from the Lord'/><category term='rest'/><category term='Ministry of Motherhood'/><category term='redemption'/><category term='strength'/><category term='quite time peace'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='21 Days for Sons'/><category term='family. trial'/><category term='love'/><category term='comfort.'/><category term='joy of the Lord'/><category term='One Thousan Gifts.'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Being The Wifeypoo and Unequally Yoked</title><subtitle type='html'>Home schooling our lil guy, loving my family. Freedom &amp;amp; Peace in Yeshua</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7584738031249658904</id><published>2011-09-15T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:13:54.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Evaluation</title><content type='html'>It's not bad, just not what I expected. My mother in law/ love is my evaluator. Mind you she is laid back and I highly respect, and love her deeply. That said, we do not share the same love of Yeshua my messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my son is a lil special, I may have put off testing of any kind, thinking he would grow out of all the quirks. My mother in law took a big breath, one of relief that he could read, the other that he "should" be writing better. My heart sunk. Have I already failed this special boy the Lord gave me?&amp;nbsp; My mother in law was not harsh or mean, thank G*d. She was supportive and began to tell me some children process things different.&amp;nbsp; My journey begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may poo poo facebook, but I have tons of veteran home school moms on there. There is where my info begins. Felice Gerwitz of Media Angels took over The Ultimate Home School Expo from Cindy Rushton and just as I needed Felice did a Special Needs Expo. Thankfully, I was able to attend this one. We are getting on our feet a bit, after a huge slump of unemployment and starting a business from nothing. The Lord knew the how's, the who's, the speakers.&amp;nbsp; I was blessed beyond! The group of ladies in the chat room where funny, encouraging, &amp;amp; inspiring.&amp;nbsp; We laughed, cried, worshiped, and prayed for one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned so much! So I am going to enjoy my son as the gift he is and unwrap him slowly and savor every surprise and every spark that comes from him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/dz8u4eKZvR8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dz8u4eKZvR8?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dz8u4eKZvR8?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7584738031249658904?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7584738031249658904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7584738031249658904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7584738031249658904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7584738031249658904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/after-evaluation.html' title='After the Evaluation'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7152465017262917980</id><published>2011-08-20T20:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T20:50:13.572-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Days for Sons'/><title type='text'>It's Time for the Fall Season of 21 Days of Prayer for Sons</title><content type='html'>For all the details check &lt;a href="http://www.brookemcglothlin.com/warriorprayers/21-days-of-prayer-for-sons/"&gt;Brooke's page&lt;/a&gt; and come join dedicated mama's who pray the word over their sons in the areas they need it the most. You will be blessed as you bless your sons with the word of G*d over their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are starting Sept 6th so get your copy of the book that will change the way you pray for your sons.&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/3010883667716357213-7152465017262917980?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7152465017262917980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7152465017262917980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7152465017262917980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7152465017262917980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-time-for-fall-season-of-21-days-of.html' title='It&apos;s Time for the Fall Season of 21 Days of Prayer for Sons'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5666791033035302083</id><published>2011-06-11T07:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:18:36.089-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry of Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Thousan Gifts.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Days for Sons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>There is Nothing New Under the Sun  Ecc 1:9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNl2nEN7ekw/TfNlAsv3qBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Nij8-MaRs-M/s1600/Sping%2BHill-20110405-00089.jpg"&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/-sNl2nEN7ekw/TfNlAsv3qBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Nij8-MaRs-M/s320/Sping%2BHill-20110405-00089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616944222947485714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-170e-F53K24/TfNkQv_MDRI/AAAAAAAAANs/gnJdIgbvaUM/s1600/IMG00272-20090710-1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-170e-F53K24/TfNkQv_MDRI/AAAAAAAAANs/gnJdIgbvaUM/s320/IMG00272-20090710-1441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616943399183322386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying without ceasing has a different meaning for me. While I have prayed the word over my sons since my Pastor taught it many years ago. I find the joined prayer of like minded Mamas very affirming. I am also in a group doing The Ministry of Motherhood, and reading Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts, and Monte Swan's Romancing Your Child's Heart. It's like parenting boot camp.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never woke before everyone, this is a huge challenge and has been a struggle, but I desire to be this person. Thankfully our home school is on vacation for a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday after a long day taking care of my mother and shopping with hubby and lil guy, I spent some time in my #1 son's room while he played his video games. He had just been to a hunting class. Of course lil guy comes in a joins in the conversation and we are just spending time together between yawns. I ask if Joe "lil guy" can read his bible while we are in there, so of course Sean "#1" says yes.  While reading lil guy informs me he is going to be a priest, that he had a dream and YHWY told him to be a priest like He told Sean to be a lawyer. My jaw dropped.  Lil guy is going to be 8. Sean heard from the Lord at about 14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a total surprise as I have prayed the word over him and have him speak the word in his prayers. He is a bold lil guy. I had a feeling when he was 3 at a friends wedding after the Pastor said Amen, he loudly recited: Psalm 103:1 "Bless the Lord O my soul and all that is within me, Jesus I love you, Haleyula"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a story teller, he has vivid dreams.  I tell him always, G*d is going to use him mightily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ponder these things I know he will do something great for the Lord. He was a miracle from birth. I attempted an unassisted vbac at home that went bad. I had toxemia and full blown seizures.  All I can say is that the prayer of the fervent availed much. In the "world" we should not be here. He had other plans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing these studies has been what I need after loosing my dad last November, and my childhood friend the year before that. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Time to live fully, love deeply, smile often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have precious gifts from the King and I am living in the state of shock and awe of His grace, and I am counting it all joy through life's journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.linkytools.com/picturecaption_linky_include.aspx?id=92643" type="text/javascript" &gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-5666791033035302083?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5666791033035302083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5666791033035302083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5666791033035302083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5666791033035302083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-is-nothing-new-under-sun-ecc-19.html' title='There is Nothing New Under the Sun  Ecc 1:9'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sNl2nEN7ekw/TfNlAsv3qBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Nij8-MaRs-M/s72-c/Sping%2BHill-20110405-00089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8409858351207742485</id><published>2011-06-07T10:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:57:30.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quite time peace'/><title type='text'>In the Quietness of My Mind You are there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TM_lllQYLY/Te48S5g-egI/AAAAAAAAANk/K8qLtf_fZY0/s1600/QT%2BCouch.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/-3TM_lllQYLY/Te48S5g-egI/AAAAAAAAANk/K8qLtf_fZY0/s320/QT%2BCouch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615492080752032258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place has been on my mind for some time.  I have not felt settled any one place.  I have moments of "okay,this is what I have". I have come to accept that this is not my home, and that my soul knows very well.  So this is short and sweet. Today till whenever, the corner of the couch will do, because in the quietness of my mind You are there! Thank you Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-8409858351207742485?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8409858351207742485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8409858351207742485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8409858351207742485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8409858351207742485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-quietness-of-my-mind-you-are-there.html' title='In the Quietness of My Mind You are there.'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TM_lllQYLY/Te48S5g-egI/AAAAAAAAANk/K8qLtf_fZY0/s72-c/QT%2BCouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-4641835580994363287</id><published>2011-05-14T11:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T12:31:35.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rewards from the Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Wondering about my Rewards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dpOrc7xvta0/Tc6ty1t1DxI/AAAAAAAAANY/zRuF9ol-LKg/s1600/Sping%2BHill-20110405-00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dpOrc7xvta0/Tc6ty1t1DxI/AAAAAAAAANY/zRuF9ol-LKg/s200/Sping%2BHill-20110405-00089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606609675047210770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FRpKUKc76o/Tc6s_cr53OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZN3kWfOYvpc/s1600/sean%2Bwalkin%2Bin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 69px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FRpKUKc76o/Tc6s_cr53OI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZN3kWfOYvpc/s200/sean%2Bwalkin%2Bin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606608792154922210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ponder why the Lord hasn't given me more...the Holy Spirit is gently saying it is not about the number, it is about who they are to you. The light bulb just got a little brighter in my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;I have an overwhelming love for these two very different rewards.  I know that He has given them to me to be for Him and His kingdom and I am blown away by who they are in Him who made them.  &lt;br /&gt;No 1 was speedy &amp; easy to teach and train, a soft and gentle spirit. &lt;br /&gt;No 2 oiy! He is the better late than early kind, hard to teach and train, rambling, jumping, and loud, but a real esoteric spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I do better always, and not crush their spirits for they are my rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forever thankful to a Father who gave these gifts to me, so undeserving, yet showered in immeasurable grace through the blood of my messiah Yeshua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-4641835580994363287?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4641835580994363287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=4641835580994363287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4641835580994363287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4641835580994363287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/wondering-about-my-rewards.html' title='Wondering about my Rewards'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dpOrc7xvta0/Tc6ty1t1DxI/AAAAAAAAANY/zRuF9ol-LKg/s72-c/Sping%2BHill-20110405-00089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-454381184672937437</id><published>2011-05-10T18:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T18:05:01.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat of Wisdom Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Enter to win this great home school resource.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-454381184672937437?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://heartofwisdom.com/blog/blog-giveaway-win-the-heart-of-wisdom-teaching-approach/' title='Heat of Wisdom Giveaway'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/454381184672937437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=454381184672937437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/454381184672937437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/454381184672937437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/05/heat-of-wisdom-giveaway.html' title='Heat of Wisdom Giveaway'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-3518004703884901506</id><published>2011-04-27T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:19:43.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salvation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redemption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>My Passover/Easter Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9TGQMmOdFI/Tbgl5W1UpEI/AAAAAAAAANI/zAmqwJVxMUw/s1600/Brooksville-20110319-00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9TGQMmOdFI/Tbgl5W1UpEI/AAAAAAAAANI/zAmqwJVxMUw/s200/Brooksville-20110319-00071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600267803947213890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 3:1-2 says: In the same way, you wives, be submissive to your own husbands so that even if any &lt;i&gt;of them&lt;/i&gt; are disobedient to the word, they may be won without a word by the behavior of their wives, &lt;span class="reftext"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bible.cc/1_peter/3-2.htm" target="_top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as they observe your chaste and respectful behavior. NAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the truth of the matter and the test of my life has been to be quiet. I fight back! You hurt me and I defend myself. That is just how I was brought up and how I live.  This is not a godly way to live and after all these years of praying for my husband, my heart was ready to give up "the defensive self." I chose to be loving instead of stand offish. Without expecting anything in return from the man, the Holy man put something on the inside my husband and he asked me if he would like it if he went to church with me?  Shock and awe is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grief of my loosing my friend in '09, and my dad in '10 had overtaken my life with a  sadness  I never knew could be that overwhelming.  I had just been floating through the daily routine of life waiting for it to be over.  I didn't know now would be the time but here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bible reading with Joseph about Purim, Passover, and the watching the Passion of Christ with Eddie &amp;amp; Joe was like a weight was lifted.  Something do deep I couldn't find, but the Lord knew where it was!  He gave me beauty for ashes, just like He said he would.  He is forever faithful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will not be unequally yoked for much longer.  Ed did go to church with us. My Pastor was great. He  has been a friend to Eddie and never beat him with the bible.  He spoke of the Passover and traditions I have been trying to learn.  All I can say was the term shock and awe is an understatement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ed if he like Pastor Ralph's preaching, he said yes.  You know I was praying the night before and all through service.  Oh yeah, my lil guy gets on his knees and starts bowing in worship and all I could think is Lord let this not be held against you and Ed thinks we are kooky, or never lets me go back, but the subject never came up. YHWY needs NO defending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for you prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-3518004703884901506?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3518004703884901506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=3518004703884901506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3518004703884901506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3518004703884901506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-passovereaster-miracle.html' title='My Passover/Easter Miracle'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9TGQMmOdFI/Tbgl5W1UpEI/AAAAAAAAANI/zAmqwJVxMUw/s72-c/Brooksville-20110319-00071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-3318658939197053200</id><published>2011-03-13T15:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:33:49.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy of the Lord'/><title type='text'>Just Trying to Get By</title><content type='html'>Every time I think the grief is behind me, something comes up and slaps me in the face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible says to everything there is a season, I want this season to pass and be healed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph has been a sweetie this past week and the Lord gets the glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delighting in the Lord &amp;amp; counting it All joy-no matter how I feel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-3318658939197053200?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3318658939197053200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=3318658939197053200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3318658939197053200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3318658939197053200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-trying-to-get-by.html' title='Just Trying to Get By'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-2514603077875911651</id><published>2011-03-13T15:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:24:29.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/uploads/t/thewifeypoo/75860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 2560px; height: 1920px;" src="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/uploads/t/thewifeypoo/75860.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/uploads/t/thewifeypoo/75860.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite place in the world, with the fish. It was so hot, but we had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-2514603077875911651?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2514603077875911651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=2514603077875911651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2514603077875911651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2514603077875911651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/his-favorite-place-in-world-with-fish.html' title=''/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-2616344251552337807</id><published>2011-03-13T15:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:21:40.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not starting out so well</title><content type='html'>July 16, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if the past few weeks haven’t been hard enough, after a visit with my niece’s family whose lil one was sick, of course Joe &amp; Roxx are now sick.  This is one reason we have always started in July. For one the thunder showers not much to do out when the weather is ultra hot and rainy. May as well do school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company always comes as well in the summer months too. So there is plenty of time to get our days in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that by your stripes Joseph, Roxx and me are healed, in Jesus name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-2616344251552337807?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2616344251552337807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=2616344251552337807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2616344251552337807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2616344251552337807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-starting-out-so-well.html' title='Not starting out so well'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7489907539376708559</id><published>2011-03-13T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:20:47.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or Not… here we go!</title><content type='html'>July 1, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;I guess I am as ready as I am going to be considering the things in life that go on.  We started yesterday and it went so-so.  Joseph is a way different child than Sean was.  I need to finish reading Homeschooling with a Meek and Quiet Spirit by Terri Maxwell.  I knew I would need this book with this child.  Today was more difficult than yesterday but God’s grace is sufficient.  I am thankful for His strength and His Holy Spirit.  Thank you Doorposts,  Thank you God for this child I have prayed,  I am so glad I have him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now working on getting his "Family" badge from Contenders for the Faith. That is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that my children are taught by the Lord and great shall be their peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did some lil foam projects that kept him busy for a while and he liked that.&lt;br /&gt;We are reading Leading Little Ones to God, that just so happen to be in Homeschooling Today. I thought wow, it’s not something I have to go out and get, I got it at the FPEA convention in May. Yippee!  We are also doing "Got to Have God", and Plants Grown Up.  To my unsaved husband it may look like lots of bible but that is what I think is the most important part of life.  I  have no greater joy to know my children walk in truth. HIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing Math U See and Hooked on Phonics. Lots of stuff makes home school/ school for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7489907539376708559?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7489907539376708559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7489907539376708559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7489907539376708559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7489907539376708559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/ready-or-not-here-we-go.html' title='Ready or Not… here we go!'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8270734522721154287</id><published>2011-03-13T15:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:19:56.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Good-bye for now</title><content type='html'>June 23, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the battle for a sister in the Lord’s husband ended.  We ran the race, we believed for a miracle, we stood in faith, we trusted God, now a new battle of trusting begins. With 4 children, just 1yr, turning 4, turning 6, and turning 8 she will need new strength and find new hope in her King Jesus.  If the Lord leads you, please lift them up in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-8270734522721154287?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8270734522721154287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8270734522721154287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8270734522721154287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8270734522721154287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/saying-good-bye-for-now.html' title='Saying Good-bye for now'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7256226796177047673</id><published>2011-03-13T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:18:05.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to deal with no</title><content type='html'>June 21, 2008 &lt;br /&gt;The day started out nice as we went to Joe’s friends birthday party. When we got home that was another story.  DH, DS, DN, were all watching a scary movie and Joseph was not happy about that.  He wasn’t budging either. TV’s computers, toys… he just wanted to be in the living room watching his shows.  I really hate that big silver god.  When all that settled and I got him in his room and things were quite I went up to take a shower.  I am not in there 5 min and I hear him screaming.  DH wanted him to come up and he said no, hit his dad, spit which I can’t believe, he has not done that before.  Well even though I don’t agree with the hubby I knew I had to honor him and talk to Joe about obeying his dad.  I pray the Lord turn the hearts of the fathers to the children and the hearts of the children to the father.  I also pray my husband does not provoke my son to wrath (he does) he is not saved, so …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight there will be no TV, or computer, just good ol’ fashion play with what you have and be thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7256226796177047673?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7256226796177047673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7256226796177047673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7256226796177047673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7256226796177047673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/learning-to-deal-with-no.html' title='Learning to deal with no'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-3822543113901034685</id><published>2011-03-13T15:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:15:49.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe's 5th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/uploads/t/thewifeypoo/70806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1135px; height: 887px;" src="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/uploads/t/thewifeypoo/70806.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="meta"&gt;       &lt;h1 class="title entry-title"&gt;Joe's 5th Birthday&lt;/h1&gt;              &lt;p class="metadata"&gt;&lt;span class="date updated"&gt;June 20, 2008&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="categories"&gt;Uncategorized&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="vcard author"&gt;&lt;a href="http://homeschoolblogger.com/thewifeypooandmom/author/thewifeypoo/" title="Articles by Lisa" class="url fn"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;                                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We  had another pool party this year, by request. I love that little kids  make things so simple. The innocence of a child just wanting his friends  to come over and play moves my heart.  We had chips, pretzels, hot  dogs, cake and ice cream. Pretty basic.  A good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;I could not have done it by myself though, our pool area is under  construction and needed tons of cleaning, moving supplies, uff !  I am  glad that’s over and thank God for Sean. He did so much for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hopefully when it’s my turn for the hs group to come to our pool it will not be so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-3822543113901034685?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3822543113901034685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=3822543113901034685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3822543113901034685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3822543113901034685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/joes-5th-birthday.html' title='Joe&apos;s 5th Birthday'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5368388180250253543</id><published>2011-03-13T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:06:46.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Out Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="meta"&gt;       &lt;h1 class="title entry-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;              &lt;p class="metadata"&gt;&lt;span class="date updated"&gt;June 19, 2008&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="vcard author"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;                                           &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Where  to begin again? After Sean’s graduation last year and Roxxanne’s this  year, starting Joseph with school will be interesting.  When I got back  from the convention I showed him some stuff I got for him and that was  fun. We started with our bible reading and devotions, then did some  ABC’s and then watched Mr Demme of Math U See. Did some penmanship and  some space study (coloring the planets), piano for preschoolers and then  were done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;I forgot how fun it is to  see that spark.  Well alas in only a couple of short weeks we are off  track (mine) with life.  I only wanted to try this sorta routine to see  how it would go before we officially start this July.  I can see how  important it is for both of us to have a routine set in place with  consistency and order.  After all, My God is a God of order, and I  haven’t always been rigid.  We have always done what was needed in a  laid back setting.  I hope I can achieve that same level of comfy laid  back attitude with Joseph’s "schooling".  I want the Lord to be his  center, his rock, his truth and his salvation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Sean was so easy to talk  about the things of the Lord when we rise up when we walk by the way,  when we lay down.  Joseph’s mind is going faster than I can get any  words out of my mouth.  Thank you Lord for Door Posts on the fridge.  I  just say lets go to the board!  My slow almost 44 brain and mouth have  help. So slow and steady for this mom starting over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Thank you Father that my children are taught by you, and great shall be their peace.&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/3010883667716357213-5368388180250253543?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5368388180250253543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5368388180250253543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5368388180250253543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5368388180250253543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/starting-out-slowly.html' title='Starting Out Slowly'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5008057141270315963</id><published>2011-02-10T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:09:59.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Living Well Blog: Thriving In A Spiritually Mismatched Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://womenlivingwell-courtney.blogspot.com/2011/02/thriving-in-spiritually-mismatched.html"&gt;Women Living Well Blog: Thriving In A Spiritually Mismatched Marriage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this blog via Amanda P that led me to this post. There is always some one who as been there done that.  There is nothing new under the sun...Ecclesiastes 1:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed this encouragement to keep fighting the good fight of faith.  Not being wearing in well doing...while I wait for my beloved to be won without a word and not become bitter, I submit myself to the Holy one who loves me as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Courtney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-5008057141270315963?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://womenlivingwell-courtney.blogspot.com/2011/02/thriving-in-spiritually-mismatched.html' title='Women Living Well Blog: Thriving In A Spiritually Mismatched Marriage'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5008057141270315963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5008057141270315963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5008057141270315963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5008057141270315963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/women-living-well-blog-thriving-in.html' title='Women Living Well Blog: Thriving In A Spiritually Mismatched Marriage'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-3045408361532761387</id><published>2010-11-29T19:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:30:44.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort.'/><title type='text'>Now that Dad is Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TPRGvYoFvsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tI-wTgWAJe4/s1600/dad%2Borange%2Bchair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TPRGvYoFvsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tI-wTgWAJe4/s400/dad%2Borange%2Bchair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545134821078318786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have cement shoes on.  I feel like everything is hard to do. Everything hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad went to hospice Thursday the 18th.  I ran over there as soon as hubby came home from work.  I stayed till he fell asleep. Friday Sean was coming home from college so I was anxiously waiting for them to come home to go  see Dad.  Sean ended up coming with me.  Lots of tears but we stayed again till he fell asleep. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning me and Ed went to see Dad. He gave me kisses that day. Then we went to do some work all over town, then back to hospice. Wow as I write I can hardly remember the details. I know my parents friends went up and that was good for ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Jeff met me there, and my in laws came up too.&lt;br /&gt;I was there till 2am. Dad didn't really sleep. He stayed awake for what seemed like forever. He just stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent all my visits singing worship songs, reading the bible, praying, and telling him how much I love him and all the things in my life I loved about him and how thankful I was that God made him my father. I tried to always have him see me with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday the 22nd felt like the longest day of my whole life! I did school with Joe which I hadn't in so long.  Then I got the call from hospice, it was going to be soon.  Then I panicked, not that he was going to die, I just didn't want him to die alone.  Just my own thing, please don't over think it. My heart was racing as I didn't have anyway to get there, Billy was working and so was everybody that I needed.  I called my Mom and told her what they had said and asked her if she wanted to be there and she said yes, I called Terri to get Billy there as soon as he got home.  My MIL picked up Ma, and Jeff to the rescue picked me up and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got there and was able to have alone time with Dad before Billy and ma got there. Then we waited. Most of the evening Billy was on one side and I was on the other.  We spoke of how we loved him.&lt;br /&gt;I continued to pray and sing to him. His eyes remained closed all those hours we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse came in and said it usually is about six hours from when they change their breathing. She said he is tough, holding on. I felt like he did that for Billy. &lt;br /&gt;I did the math which gave me some comfort oddly. We all hated to see him suffer, and my Dad did suffer badly with a horrific bed wound that you can not imagine.  I use the word horrific&lt;br /&gt;because it was like a horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie came just in time, and I smiled the moment she got there. It was like some of the home births, getting there just in time.  I was so grateful Ma didn't have to be there alone. God knows who needs to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the end came. He opened his eyes and began panting. Me and Billy stood closer to him and just told him we loved him over and over. We told him to rest, and I tried to sing to bring him comfort. We held him and kissed him till he took his final breath, then he closed his eyes and went home to be with the Lord as the angles led him.  I broke and cried out loud, and ma asked if he was gone? We said yes and then she cried.  We prayed, we cried, we went home void of Dads presence but all of us filled with the only comfort of knowing he was present with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you forever Dad for all the reasons daughters love fathers.&lt;br /&gt;I will always hear you singing Daddy's Little Girl and so glad you sang to me on my birthday and we danced as you sang Miss America to me. You always made me feel special &amp;amp; loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-3045408361532761387?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3045408361532761387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=3045408361532761387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3045408361532761387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3045408361532761387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-that-dad-is-gone.html' title='Now that Dad is Gone'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TPRGvYoFvsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tI-wTgWAJe4/s72-c/dad%2Borange%2Bchair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-3264314685108691260</id><published>2010-10-25T11:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:55:00.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family. trial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>Just Because God Doesn't Do Things as Fast as We want  doesn't mean He has said No.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TMWn7CFF5CI/AAAAAAAAAMU/S_loD16XPus/s1600/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TMWn7CFF5CI/AAAAAAAAAMU/S_loD16XPus/s400/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532012349906871330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;God has his own time line. He knows the end from the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We are praying for lots of stuff with my dad's recovery.  Two weeks ago we were told to put him in Hospice by 2 docs, then later that week his primary said to wait and give him more time.  We did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Saturday morning my dad ate some eggs,  when I got there, I fed him a bite of mashed potatoes, and a bite of lemon ice.  So I will not put my time expectations on God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yes this is hard, yes I hate driving to the hospital, yes I am stressed by my own burdens, but I have a father in heaven who loves me and cares about every detail in my life and He has shown that to me in more ways than I deserve. Every testimony has a test, I don't want to fail.  In my weakness He is girding me with His strength and love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I will lift up my eyes to the hills—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;         From whence comes my help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  My help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;comes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; from the LORD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;         Who made heaven and earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  He will not allow your foot to be moved;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;         He who keeps you will not slumber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  Behold, He who keeps Israel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;         Shall neither slumber nor sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  The LORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; your keeper;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;         The LORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; your shade at your right hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  The sun shall not strike you by day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;         Nor the moon by night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  The LORD shall preserve you from all evil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;         He shall preserve your soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  The LORD shall preserve your going out and your coming in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;         From this time forth, and even forevermore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K9sc3bCdi4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2K9sc3bCdi4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The Museum's My Help Comes From the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-3264314685108691260?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3264314685108691260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=3264314685108691260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3264314685108691260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3264314685108691260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-because-god-doesnt-do-things-as.html' title='Just Because God Doesn&apos;t Do Things as Fast as We want  doesn&apos;t mean He has said No.'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TMWn7CFF5CI/AAAAAAAAAMU/S_loD16XPus/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8928668640107463185</id><published>2010-10-10T18:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:34:05.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Waits For No One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TLJNTUOP0pI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qP05UIboX6I/s1600/joe+n+grandpa+slots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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He walked in fine but has yet to walk, talk, or do anything that resembles a normal recovery. He had major complications that caused catistrophic resutls including,  ulsers, a mass on the vein, blood clots, thrombosis in the neck, cholesterol embolism, acute kindny failure, afib, low bp, pnemonia, no pulse in feet, needs insulin, dialysis, feeding tube,  was intubated, &amp;amp; extubated, did a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tracheotmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and had an anitbiotic resistant infection called acinetobacter, and wounds so bad on his bottom he needed a plastic surgon to look at.&lt;br /&gt;He went from his local hospital to one that specializes in patients with muliple needs in Tampa. I have to go pick up my mom thirty minutes away because she doesn't drive, then travel to Tampa, a hour and a half trip before all the pit stop she needs to make. This makes for a long day with all the other chores in my own world, you know like home schooling and taking care of my husband, pets, and home.&lt;br /&gt;You may be thinking ma should come stay with us, I would agree, but she will not. I even suggested maybe to stay on the days we go see dad. This is conveniently ignored. My mom can't hear so well or chooses not to, so the ride is like a bad comedy of errors with her and my lil guy. They don't hear each other and make things up as they go along, and I hear it all.  We drive all that way, get there and she can't handle seeing him like that, she cries, and asks me endlessly why is he doing that, like I have the answeres.  I comfort her, tell her what I know, then she forgets and the process starts again about an hour later as we leave. Then pit stops on the way home begin.&lt;br /&gt;Today she has called me everytime one of thier friends has called her, or just has to tell me one thing or another.  I am not a talkative person so I usually only say something when asked because we have always had a hard relationship over the phone. Can we say oil &amp;amp; water?&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for my mother. I shudder of the thought of my husband being ill or loosing him. I just don't know what to do for her, except answer the phone, hug when needed, and pray without ceasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts  of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.  Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you.  And you will seek Me and find &lt;i&gt;Me,&lt;/i&gt; when you search for Me with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Jerimiah 29:11-13 NKJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/3010883667716357213-8928668640107463185?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8928668640107463185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8928668640107463185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='family. Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shabbat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><title type='text'>My First Shabbat at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6gDVjpMlI/AAAAAAAAALU/yU5G18AWFgU/s1600/P6180003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6gDVjpMlI/AAAAAAAAALU/yU5G18AWFgU/s200/P6180003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489500974997910098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myjewishlearning.com/practices/Ritual/Shabbat_The_Sabbath/At_Home/Shabbat_for_Families.shtml"&gt;Shabbat for Families - My Jewish Learning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post helped me not feel like I am doing it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to know that it doesn't have to be perfect. I was not born Jewish so this is all new. It is a privilege to be grafted in by the Messiah Yeshua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like being born again and falling in love for the first time, strong well watered roots help the plant grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. “Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit, He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit, He prunes it so that it may bear more fruit. “You are already clean because of the word which I have spoken to you. “Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in the vine, so neither can you unless you abide in Me. “I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing. “If anyone does not abide in Me, he is thrown away as a branch and dries up; and they gather them, and cast them into the fire and they are burned. “If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. “My Father is glorified by this, that you bear much fruit, and so prove to be My disciples. “Just as the Father has loved Me, I have also loved you; abide in My love. “If you keep My commandments, you will abide in My love; just as I have kept My Father’s commandments and abide in His love. “These things I have spoken to you so that My joy may be in you, and that your joy may be made full. John 15.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-249290060911064687?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myjewishlearning.com/practices/Ritual/Shabbat_The_Sabbath/At_Home/Shabbat_for_Families.shtml' title='My First Shabbat at Home'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/249290060911064687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=249290060911064687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/249290060911064687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/249290060911064687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/shabbat-for-families-my-jewish-learning.html' title='My First Shabbat at Home'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6gDVjpMlI/AAAAAAAAALU/yU5G18AWFgU/s72-c/P6180003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5120579480429531158</id><published>2010-06-29T14:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:35:11.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart of Wisdom Giveaway  click here to go there</title><content type='html'>Heart of Wisdom GIVEAWAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Free Ebooks $300.00 Value!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enter: Post a question, discussion, start a new topic, or comment on a topic on this board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal of the contest is to promote conversation on this new designed board. We need to get used to 4 forums now being groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin is the author of Biblical Holidays, What Your Child Needs to Know When, Heart of Wisdom Teaching Approach and other Units Studies. You will be blessed as the Lord leads your Home Schooling with the Bible as the Center of all things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-5120579480429531158?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://heartofwisdom.ning.com/' title='Heart of Wisdom Giveaway  click here to go there'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5120579480429531158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5120579480429531158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5120579480429531158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5120579480429531158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/heart-of-wisdom-giveaway.html' title='Heart of Wisdom Giveaway  click here to go there'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5884165588984326104</id><published>2010-04-28T14:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:04:10.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Season Approaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S9iGihaYrXI/AAAAAAAAALM/7gTVpCLsMX0/s1600/joe+n+friend+apr+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S9iGihaYrXI/AAAAAAAAALM/7gTVpCLsMX0/s320/joe+n+friend+apr+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465266075456810354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is beautiful here in Florida. I am so glad winter is over. I think the Father must have known how much cold I could take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second grade will be up next, so I have been busy looking for books to help lil guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also in prayer about starting Contenders of the Faith. We just do not have a big circle of lil boys in my church or neighborhood. My unequally yoked hubby and I are not big on the idea of leaving lil guy with anyone, like church youth groups or he could have gone to a few local churches that have Royal Rangers. So what's a mom to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big guy will be finishing up his junior year in a week. I am beyond thrilled! Now I am praying he can get an internship with a local attorney and a job for the summer. Any takers in need of a diligent young man who works hard? Yes, I have no shame. He is a wonderful son obeying the lead of the Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-5884165588984326104?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5884165588984326104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5884165588984326104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5884165588984326104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5884165588984326104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-season-approaching.html' title='A New Season Approaching'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S9iGihaYrXI/AAAAAAAAALM/7gTVpCLsMX0/s72-c/joe+n+friend+apr+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5740773319013234263</id><published>2010-03-26T12:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:55:38.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family. Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bithday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Number One Son's 20th Birthday Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S6zm4QWlWtI/AAAAAAAAALE/sH4ztszm2ug/s1600/P3190048.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/_huyKugbD1Pk/S6zm4QWlWtI/AAAAAAAAALE/sH4ztszm2ug/s320/P3190048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452987102975580882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S6zdgBba44I/AAAAAAAAAK8/tfyT7AnKSVo/s1600/P3190049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S6zdgBba44I/AAAAAAAAAK8/tfyT7AnKSVo/s400/P3190049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452976791047824258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to much time to get by me without posting about Sean's birthday. This has been a roller coaster of a year as it has been for so many. I didn't have a clue how or what to plan as he is in school working his tail off and not much time in between.  Well the Lord was again merciful to me. He provided me with gas to get to the school, some munchies with sodas, and Grandma &amp; Grandpa brought chicken &amp; fries, which was the hit! My son and his few friends where very thrilled! I guess there is no denying good food. I also made a cake, brownies and deviled eggs. We had ice cream and a real nice time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surprised my son at the financial aid office, he had to sign papers. That was funny. Regina and Angelina caught him off guard as well telling him to come up to the 2nd floor after Boys and Girls club. He so forgot I was there...hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick kept Joseph very busy as we waited, I think it is safe to say SEU is free from "The Flood". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Regina for caring about my love, you are such a sweetie! I am blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another. John 13:35 NKJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-5740773319013234263?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5740773319013234263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5740773319013234263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5740773319013234263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5740773319013234263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/number-one-sons-20th-birthday-surprise.html' title='Number One Son&apos;s 20th Birthday Surprise'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S6zm4QWlWtI/AAAAAAAAALE/sH4ztszm2ug/s72-c/P3190048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-4797563711986945202</id><published>2010-03-25T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:16:55.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love  Respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unequally yoked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>After the Love &amp; Respect DVD Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S6vcYSKV_5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/rNrMHe8m9x0/s1600/love+and+respect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 52px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S6vcYSKV_5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/rNrMHe8m9x0/s400/love+and+respect.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452694083612311442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been wonderful time of fellowship with dear women young &amp; seasoned who want to protect their marriages and children while they obey the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We shared lots of things that is typical in marriages, but oh so serious in how we react in the moment. We prayed for on another and we began to see fruit, even as some of us were tried with fiery darts, the Lord prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a quick fix, but I would encourage you to read this book. You are responsible for you. It would be great to do it together but as you know many husbands are just blue, not wrong just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wifeypoo, and unequally yoked, saved 2yrs after we got married. My husband is very blue and I am walking in grace with him as the Lord sanctifies him to live with me. Thank you Lord for my husband, bless him and keep him, make him holy unto yourself, that he will honor and glorify your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-4797563711986945202?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4797563711986945202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=4797563711986945202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4797563711986945202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4797563711986945202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-love-respect-dvd-series.html' title='After the Love &amp; Respect DVD Series'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S6vcYSKV_5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/rNrMHe8m9x0/s72-c/love+and+respect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8469673283968260761</id><published>2010-03-03T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:51:18.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family. Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retro'/><title type='text'>Worship with Lil Guy</title><content type='html'>I usually wake my lil guy by singing Rise &amp; Shine in his ear and This is the Day. So we start off with worship first thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like worship is a state of being. If I stay in worship throughout the day I am thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you all I do have the worst voice on the planet, no joke! I think the Lord loves it though so it may not be ringing in my ears but I don't do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is communion with the Holy One. I am not asking or standing in the gap for others, just pure joy in his presence. No church needed. All are welcome to participate.  I encourage you to join in throughout the day that it may be a sweet sound in His ears.  You don't even have to know any special songs, make it up as you go along. Have fun with your family and go retro singing together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-8469673283968260761?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8469673283968260761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8469673283968260761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8469673283968260761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8469673283968260761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/worship-with-lil-guy.html' title='Worship with Lil Guy'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8266724670390243900</id><published>2010-03-02T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:57:12.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with a new heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs444.ash1/24487_379008851101_587596101_4956195_6682399_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs444.ash1/24487_379008851101_587596101_4956195_6682399_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk through lessons from A Virtuous Woman today a Spanish dinner was on my heart for my husband. When our niece was being home schooled she made this weekly. He hasn't had it since she graduated and left us in 08. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my heart and mind on things above as I do my work diligently as unto the Lord and not as unto men. With the help of the Holy one all things are possible and I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through something I will not get into here, but give glory to the King for his grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-8266724670390243900?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8266724670390243900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8266724670390243900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8266724670390243900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8266724670390243900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2010/03/dinner-with-new-heart.html' title='Dinner with a new heart'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-388109161634361144</id><published>2010-01-22T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:41:07.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S1oNWi3VvtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xWnkax-98HE/s1600-h/PB260005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S1oNWi3VvtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xWnkax-98HE/s200/PB260005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429666981715754706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of what I know is truth in the Word of God, He did not give me a spirit of fear... I still battle this with my lil guy.  I always have to talk myself down repeating that scripture over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am in fear, I am so out of control. Where is the fruit of the spirit that lives in me? Where is my witness to my unsaved husband?  Where does my faith go in those crazed moments of intense fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I know the scriptures to be true, I want to live them out loud! I need to count it all joy, not think it strange, and trust Him that all things work together for good, repent, and rejoice in all things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-388109161634361144?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/388109161634361144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=388109161634361144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/388109161634361144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/388109161634361144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-own-fear.html' title='My Own Fear'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/S1oNWi3VvtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xWnkax-98HE/s72-c/PB260005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-3848929491185827678</id><published>2009-11-20T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:58:49.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guarding His Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SwdJT-IQ1UI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bC6wxPP8NdA/s1600/PA100001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SwdJT-IQ1UI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bC6wxPP8NdA/s200/PA100001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406370485125567810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a very bad commercial was on and my lil guy looked down. My heart rejoiced and tears welled up. I know this should not have even happened and I feel guilty. I tape the show as to ff through those nasty things and my hands were busy on the phone when he walked through the room. I am thankful the Lord went before him and the Spirit of the Living God worked through my lil guy and he yielded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much out there to protect our children from. While I am not as I would like to be, I am not as I used to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the mom of onlies has different challenges &lt;br /&gt;than that of moms with many children. I think too often I feel like I don't have as much value as a mom, but I know it is not true. I am raising a generation of sons that love the Lord with all their hearts, that love their wives as Christ loved the church, fathers that don't provoke their children to wrath, future men who will be men of honor and grit, who do good all the days of their lives. So if the Lord sees fit, that these are my onlies to Him be the glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-3848929491185827678?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3848929491185827678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=3848929491185827678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3848929491185827678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3848929491185827678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/guarding-his-eyes.html' title='Guarding His Eyes'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SwdJT-IQ1UI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bC6wxPP8NdA/s72-c/PA100001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7114111733877210637</id><published>2009-10-15T11:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:57:34.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Offices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/StdRZAWIVpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YvRYW--Ohvg/s1600-h/school+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/StdRZAWIVpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YvRYW--Ohvg/s200/school+room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392868568830858898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No small task as you know getting things in order. We are moving books and stuff around to hopefully make the most (our) of time for the days are evil.  Eph 5:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping a small home office to keep our family together is going to be a good thing. Even though E has to go out to do the work, this is his first and last stop of the day.  Coffee brewing at his finger tips, and a desk and chair to get things done.  Well his desk is not in yet. He just gave me the roll top he had been using.  It now is squeezed in our humble school room/den/ guest room.  That's the room E made for my niece while we schooled her through high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know things are hard for lots of people now, we are some of them, but I am so in awe of a Father who loves me so much that He is in control letting me grow into the daughter, wife, and mother He wants me to be that He makes it easier in my life to rest in that. So I will confess with my keypad Jesus is Lord of my life, lifter of my soul, that it is well with me.  Apart from him I can do nothing, with him all things are possible... Thanks Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7114111733877210637?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7114111733877210637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7114111733877210637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7114111733877210637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7114111733877210637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/offices.html' title='Offices'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/StdRZAWIVpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YvRYW--Ohvg/s72-c/school+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-4488132213998997969</id><published>2009-10-01T14:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:04:57.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I started this earlier this week but I lost everything I wrote, bummer. It's like being redundant. One of my pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas we hit this milestone in our marriage. No small feat being unequally yoked. That being said, I am so grateful for a man who would die for me and his children. A man who would give all he had to help women and children in need, okay some guys too.  A man who lets me go to church and worship how I want, he let me home school our dudes, he likes all my "Christian" friends.  I guess it helps that I go to the smallest church on the planet (just the way I like it) btw.  He let our son go to a Christian college. Many other details of our life together speak in volumes of who Jesus is and how he has sanctified our marriage.  Some of our friends call him a closet Christian.  I remind him gently "every knee will bow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all this to thank the King, and encourage those who have spouses that do not believe yet.  Stand fast, stay the course, stand in the gap and pray. That even without a word they may be saved. 1 Peter 3:1  When it gets tough and it does, look up to the hills where our help comes from, Psalms 121:1. He will never leave you or forsake you, Deut 31:6. Believe in the Lord Jesus and you will be saved, and your household. Acts 16:31 So for me this covers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years later, I had hoped for a vow renewal ceremony with a saved man but that has to wait. I know all things work together for good to those who love the Lord Romans 8:28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My standing prayer is Thank you Lord with long life you will satisfy E and show him your salvation. Psalms 91:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me Lord be a woman who worships you, a wife that respects her husband, be a loving mother with a meek and quiet spirit, and is a chaste home keeper that blesses the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you as you pursue holiness with your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3010883667716357213-4488132213998997969?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4488132213998997969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=4488132213998997969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4488132213998997969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4488132213998997969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/20-years-later.html' title='20 Years Later...'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-6077647974178665874</id><published>2009-08-26T13:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:03:03.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting On with Life</title><content type='html'>My number one son is back at college, I miss him already! My lil foster dude is reunited with his dad, while this is a good thing it is still a hard pill to swallow.  My house has become quiet once again and my lil guy has started to return to his sweet self. Having another boy in the house who was not raised with the same convictions was at the very least a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say oh they are just boys did not cut it for me. Raising children in the admonition of the Lord is something deeply important to me.  Foster dude brought many a "thing" that we struggled with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is over now. The Lord sustained me, thank you Father!  I pray my lil guy will know and feel how much he is loved and adored, how much I am thankful for the gift he is to me.  I haven't been able to stop kissing him (when he lets me) I just want to hold him and no 1 son as long as the Lord allows. Hopefully till I have not another breath in me when I am old and all gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless all those loving foster parents and adoptive families who give freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI  We are not real fosters we were called non relative caregivers, we got no money from the system. The Lord supplied all our needs cause dh lost his job that month we got him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-6077647974178665874?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6077647974178665874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=6077647974178665874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6077647974178665874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6077647974178665874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-on-with-life.html' title='Getting On with Life'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-1097289176835441048</id><published>2009-07-18T20:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:33:04.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend died last Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SmJ3IPvdbjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eep5_ZywOPU/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SmJ3IPvdbjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eep5_ZywOPU/s200/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359977490072563250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond what I thought I would feel, and think, and behave.  My whole body feels tired. Morning has pretty much much consumed my thoughts, and yet the world goes on. Children need feeding, dishes need washing, heck took me a few days to shower.  Thank God for my number one son, he has done the dirty work for me. I bet the kids are glad I haven't yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am so terribly sad, I do have a still peace that my friend accepted Jesus as her savior while she laid in the hospital bed with a tube in her mouth in what seemed to be a coma.  They said she was non responsive, but when I got there and had put her mom on the speakerphone and we were talking, she started to move!  This was not my imagination as her husband told me she hadn't done that before and he witnessed all she had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed over her, I sang to her, I talked to her for and hour and a half and she responded! When I told her about Jesus her mouth moved, I believe she confessed Him!  That is my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really did think she would wait for me for the next day to open her eyes, I told her I would record her son's voice and play it for her as he was not allowed in the ICU. I only wished I thought of it Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was an early riser so I told her she didn't have to wait for me, but if she did not to yell at the nurses. I told her I would be there when my dh came home from work. Now I wish I didn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death happens when we are not ready, they are always shocking no matter if it was sickness or an accident.  Now I can say this, an accident you don't expect so sometimes can be fast.  D's accident lasted from Thursday afternoon to Saturday afternoon.  Other loved ones in my life who died recently really went fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking about D, I started to think about Uncle R.  He really died in a good way for dying.  N, died by her own hand by gun, that had to have hurt. Another uncle got hit by a van on a corner, and still another on his front porch. All pretty fast.  I think that is best for them as they are not going through a long bout with an illness. Hubby cousin was not that fortunate he had a battle with cancer that was long and sad, while his dad died on a job site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends death has made me think of so many things in my life that I want to do now.  I don't want to just go through the motions of a mediocre existence. I want to live passionately, love with all that I have, not be bitter and quarrelsome (that will be hard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am not ready to talk, I thought if I blogged it would help me to heal.&lt;br /&gt;To honor my friend who didn't think she was worthy of much. She had a past, but so do I. She had lots of regrets, so do I. She will not be raising her son now, this was her second chance child.  She all too well blew it with first child, and I prayed for them. Now what?  Our lil guys are close now, I wonder if they will stay that way?  Thirty years for us.  My dad always said you can count your friends on one hand two if your lucky, but he didn't know Jesus then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not get to today without the prayers of my brothers and sisters in the Lord. I know the Lord has strengthened me even though I am hardly functioning. He is holding me up with His right hand! I just pray my friends family can find that peace.  Seek the Lord while he may be found...Is 55:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of our boys at my lil guys 6th birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-1097289176835441048?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1097289176835441048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=1097289176835441048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1097289176835441048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1097289176835441048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-friend-died-last-saturday.html' title='My Friend died last Saturday.'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SmJ3IPvdbjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/eep5_ZywOPU/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-2668793615501060198</id><published>2009-06-10T09:27:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:36:03.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is NO Holiness in Worldly Dance Recitals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/Si_B0PqwDQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zNy2Pc5CJEw/s1600-h/P5270028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/Si_B0PqwDQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zNy2Pc5CJEw/s200/P5270028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345704386015268098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a dear Sister's lil girl dance last night, and to my surprise, after the ballet portion was nothing less than disgusting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What parent who is protective of their children wants to see them bumping and grinding and imitating things meant to be private? I don't get it, the sexier the move, the loader the cheers were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wonder why our culture is messed up? We have sex on the brain. We hate sexual offenders, and then put our little girls in sexy costumes begging for attention, shaking all they have, and wonder the guy they fall in love with only wants her for moments and tosses her away like an old newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to ol fashion ballet/tap? I know we are in a fallen world and we all have done things BC, I continually need His forgiveness, but can we just Not put our children in a position of confusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: "Daddy I'm going out tonight."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Where"&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: "Dancing @ ********"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Okay be home by midnight"&lt;br /&gt;What will be the end of the scenario?  Dad he hurt me? Dad I am pregnant? This is the Police we found your daughter dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it is cut and dry but why do we sugar coat everything? Oh yeah that's another pet peeve I can rant about. "Meds for all Yippee" Poor me, blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pursue holiness, let's think, let's pray! God is a good and loving Father let's come boldly to the throne and ask Him to help up raise up Godly children that it may be well with them all the days of their lives...God Bless you as you seek Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iclnet.org/pub/resources/text/history/spurgeon/web/ryle.holiness.html"&gt;JC RYLE on Holiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-2668793615501060198?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://www.iclnet.org/pub/resources/text/history/spurgeon/web/ryle.holiness.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2668793615501060198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=2668793615501060198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2668793615501060198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2668793615501060198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-is-no-holiness-in-worldly-dance.html' title='There is NO Holiness in Worldly Dance Recitals'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/Si_B0PqwDQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zNy2Pc5CJEw/s72-c/P5270028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-42370971800580765</id><published>2009-06-04T17:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:28:33.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister's Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/Sig7UgxsECI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X7h4SNZi3Uk/s1600-h/me+n+d+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/Sig7UgxsECI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X7h4SNZi3Uk/s200/me+n+d+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343586181456859170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister! I am so happy for her to finally have her forever someone. My brother in law is such a sweet and gentle and easy going generous man. We are blessed to have him part of our family. I hope they add a lil' bundle of joy to the tribe soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Love casts out all fear. Thanks Father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-42370971800580765?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/42370971800580765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=42370971800580765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/42370971800580765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/42370971800580765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='My Sister&apos;s Wedding Day'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/Sig7UgxsECI/AAAAAAAAAJM/X7h4SNZi3Uk/s72-c/me+n+d+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-799739389537837635</id><published>2009-05-18T17:27:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:48:37.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUrUa10NCDQ/ShBqBkufcjI/AAAAAAAACFw/pfdvMBzZymg/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUrUa10NCDQ/ShBqBkufcjI/AAAAAAAACFw/pfdvMBzZymg/s1600/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Today... May 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... gray and rainy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking... about my sisters upcoming wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... didn't go in today, just played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... I am not in pain today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... still in a state of chaos, (remodeling by faith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... old summer dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... A couple of the Maxwell's books, I will finish someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... to still have the money to go to my sisters wedding in NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating... space even if it is in my own head for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying... for lots, jobs for husband, son, pastor, friends dh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... dh is home with TV LOUD! I hate it. 19yr old in his room,5 &amp;amp; 6 yr old in other room waiting for baths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... relaxing with a cup of coffee when all is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week... Prayer, Jail visit, Foster kids visit, packing for trip, dye my hair, and wait for the sun to shine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beachousefl.com/CustPics/water107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="http://beachousefl.com/CustPics/water107.jpg" alt="" 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/3010883667716357213-799739389537837635?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/799739389537837635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=799739389537837635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/799739389537837635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/799739389537837635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUrUa10NCDQ/ShBqBkufcjI/AAAAAAAACFw/pfdvMBzZymg/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7161620914947541807</id><published>2009-05-07T11:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:30:49.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound by Need</title><content type='html'>Bound by need, need released and provided for by faith. &lt;br /&gt;How many times did our Lord say your faith has made you well, according to your faith be it unto you? This seems to me to be a foundation of my faith in Him who died for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only believe! I can say in my life when I believe without doubt I see the Lord move me into a place of favor. I am excited as the Lord teaches me. He is so faithful and loving and tender with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that You who began a good work in me and my children will be faithful to complete it, provide for it and love us through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Mighty, Holy, Just, Strong, Worthy of all my praise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7161620914947541807?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7161620914947541807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7161620914947541807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7161620914947541807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7161620914947541807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/05/bound-by-need.html' title='Bound by Need'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7591711097286720440</id><published>2009-04-28T10:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:27:43.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Rocket Co-Op</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/Sfcgab8rRfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MlvsC6M3eEs/s1600-h/rocket+launcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/Sfcgab8rRfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MlvsC6M3eEs/s200/rocket+launcher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329764322567210482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-2-1 Blast off! This was the trail launch. We will be meeting with our group next week God willing as always.  This is the last class in our rocket co op.  This was the most fun I ever had. I guess I just like space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph had fun doing the projects after I made them (Ed made the launcher). I still don't think he is ready for co op but we will keep trying I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7591711097286720440?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7591711097286720440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7591711097286720440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7591711097286720440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7591711097286720440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-ready-for-rocket-co-op.html' title='Getting Ready for Rocket Co-Op'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/Sfcgab8rRfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MlvsC6M3eEs/s72-c/rocket+launcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-766639969160267118</id><published>2009-03-07T13:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:50:22.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where your heart is... ask a child</title><content type='html'>A long time ago, I was watching The Herman and Sharon Show, they interview writers and people who have interesting ministries. They are on our local Christian Television Network.  &lt;br /&gt;When my son Sean was about eight years old I asked him a question I heard on the show. The guest was talking about our examples of what we show our children and what they think is important to us. So I posed the question to Sean, what do you think is the most important thing to mom? "God" was his reply. And dad? "work" he said. I was not surprised about the dad answer, I was glad to know that he knew what was my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph is five, and his response for what is the most important thing to mom was "loving me", and dad? "work". I about cracked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to remember this forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-766639969160267118?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/766639969160267118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=766639969160267118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/766639969160267118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/766639969160267118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-your-heart-is-ask-child.html' title='Where your heart is... ask a child'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5672482344994092077</id><published>2009-02-20T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:49:51.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will we ever be one Nation under God?</title><content type='html'>Dear American liberals, leftists, social progressives,&lt;br /&gt;socialists, Marxists, et al:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have stuck together since the late 1950's, but the whole of&lt;br /&gt;this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;I know we tolerated each other for many years for the sake of future&lt;br /&gt;generations, but sadly, this relationship has run its course. Our two&lt;br /&gt;ideological sides of&lt;br /&gt;America cannot, and will not, ever agree on what is right, so&lt;br /&gt;let's just end it on friendly terms. We can smile, chalk it up to&lt;br /&gt;irreconcilable differences, and go our own way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a model separation agreement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass&lt;br /&gt;each taking a portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure&lt;br /&gt;our two sides can come to a friendly agreement. After that it should be&lt;br /&gt;relatively easy! Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide&lt;br /&gt;other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't like re-distributive taxes so you can keep them. You&lt;br /&gt;are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU. Since you hate guns and&lt;br /&gt;war, we'll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA, and the military. You&lt;br /&gt;can keep Oprah, Michael Moore, and Rosie O'Donnell (You are, however,&lt;br /&gt;responsible for finding a bio-diesel vehicle big enough to move all&lt;br /&gt;three of them)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep the capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical&lt;br /&gt;companies, Wal-Mart, and Wall Street. You can have your beloved&lt;br /&gt;homeless, homeboys, hippies, and illegal aliens. We'll keep the hot&lt;br /&gt;Alaskan hockey moms, greedy CEO's, and rednecks. We'll keep the Bibles&lt;br /&gt;and give you NBC and  Hollywood . You can make nice with Iran and&lt;br /&gt;Palestine and we'll retain the right to invade and hammer places that&lt;br /&gt;threaten us. You can have the peaceniks, and war protesters. When our&lt;br /&gt;allies or our way of life are under assault, we'll help provide them&lt;br /&gt;security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep our Judeo-Christian values.. You are welcome to&lt;br /&gt;Islam, Scientology, Humanism, and Shirley McClain. You can also have the&lt;br /&gt;U.N. But we will no longer be paying the bill. We'll keep the SUVs,&lt;br /&gt;pickup trucks, and oversized luxury cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can give everyone healthcare, if you can find any&lt;br /&gt;practicing doctors. We'll continue to believe healthcare is a luxury and&lt;br /&gt;not a right. We'll keep The Battle Hymn of the Republic and the National&lt;br /&gt;Anthem. I'm sure you'll be happy to substitute Imagine, I'd Like to&lt;br /&gt;Teach the World to Sing, Kum Ba Ya or We Are the World. We'll practice&lt;br /&gt;trickle down economics, and you can give trickle up poverty your best&lt;br /&gt;shot. Since it often so offends you, we'll keep our history, our name,&lt;br /&gt;and our flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you agree to this? If so please pass it along to&lt;br /&gt;other like minded liberal and conservative patriots, and if you do not&lt;br /&gt;agree, just hit delete. In the spirit of friendly parting, I'll bet you&lt;br /&gt;ANWAR which one of us will need whose help in 10 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John J. Wall.&lt;br /&gt;Law Student and an American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Also, please take Barbara Streisand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-5672482344994092077?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5672482344994092077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5672482344994092077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5672482344994092077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5672482344994092077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-we-ever-be-one-nation-under-god.html' title='Will we ever be one Nation under God?'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-1751247969320993058</id><published>2009-02-14T11:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:08:34.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Again American</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBZSBGHm0RY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBZSBGHm0RY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-1751247969320993058?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1751247969320993058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=1751247969320993058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1751247969320993058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1751247969320993058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/born-again-american.html' title='Born Again American'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-2152144303685166529</id><published>2009-02-11T21:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:57:39.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Great Physician</title><content type='html'>Thank you Lord for not leaving me alone in my fear. Please help me Father not to be double minded, create in me a clean heart and renew a steadfast spirit within me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord by your stripes we were healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Jesus, and it is my honor to worship you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-2152144303685166529?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2152144303685166529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=2152144303685166529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2152144303685166529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7230566489301006396</id><published>2009-02-08T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:44:38.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SY-YkL6_a_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/e0EDZpgD7Qg/s1600-h/P1250009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SY-YkL6_a_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/e0EDZpgD7Qg/s200/P1250009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300623033881291762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Breathing His Grace and Love&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have no where to vent enough! I am just taking in His grace. I hope He is not sick of my rants.&lt;br /&gt;Help me Lord not be angry. Please send your labors to save J &amp; D from hell and themselves.  Help me be a good care giver to a little boy whose future with his parents is on sinking sand.  I know there is nothing too hard for you Lord and no one knows how bad I want more children, but not at the expense of a family that is failing.  I also pray you give me and dh wisdom to do your will and of course the finances to do this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, whatever your will is I know will be right. I hope not to lean on my own understanding, but trust you in all things.  I am so glad you are here in cyber space too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7230566489301006396?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7230566489301006396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7230566489301006396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7230566489301006396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7230566489301006396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/breath.html' title='Breath'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SY-YkL6_a_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/e0EDZpgD7Qg/s72-c/P1250009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7089468591436187891</id><published>2009-02-07T08:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:49:29.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jesusyourwordistruth.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tekeme.com/carmen/WOWbutton.gif"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7089468591436187891?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7089468591436187891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7089468591436187891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7089468591436187891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7089468591436187891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8697621760103306898</id><published>2009-01-30T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:09:36.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUrUa10NCDQ/SX213QEmPrI/AAAAAAAAB1A/x3fMfyzCq3g/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUrUa10NCDQ/SX213QEmPrI/AAAAAAAAB1A/x3fMfyzCq3g/s320/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY January 30th 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window...It is dark outside now,&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...friends needing help&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for...my family especially my husband and sons.&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms...(if this applies)&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen...I have tons of cleaning to do from dinner&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing...sweats, socks, long sleeve fav black shirt,yes it is chilly in FL today&lt;br /&gt;I am creating...order, at least in my head&lt;br /&gt;I am going...&lt;br /&gt;I am reading...blogs tonight&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping...my friends find the Lord&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing...hubby's movie, very loud!&lt;br /&gt;Around the house...is a fire taking the chill out and the dog curled up on a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things...kissing my son's big cheeks&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: Well today is Friday, I guess I am late. We sleep late tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing...not quit sure what that is yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-8697621760103306898?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8697621760103306898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8697621760103306898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8697621760103306898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8697621760103306898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUrUa10NCDQ/SX213QEmPrI/AAAAAAAAB1A/x3fMfyzCq3g/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-6932379176476034470</id><published>2009-01-23T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:11:53.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back in the Swing...</title><content type='html'>I am surely not an avid blogger as you have found out if you dropped by. Things over the holidays up till now have certainly not been smooth. Writing has seemed all that important. Instead prayer and telling the Lord my thoughts is what I chose. Who better? No offense to my online buds/ sisters. But deeply I cry out to the Lord who knows my secrets, my desires, what I need to confess and repent of. Yes, me a sinner. Thank you Lord for you grace in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new addition in our home. A six yr old boy who wants to go home, but the court said he can't. My heart is broken for his family, but I know the Lord works all things for good, weather I know it or not.  So, I will praise Him in the midst of the crazies. I now get up early and take him to school an hour round trip. Come home and do school with my lil guy, try to get some stuff done in the house then back to school to pick up the other boy. (Trying to keep his name private)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the conclusion for all things in life. Trust in the Lord with all my heart and mind. Nuff said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-6932379176476034470?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6932379176476034470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=6932379176476034470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6932379176476034470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6932379176476034470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-back-in-swing.html' title='Getting Back in the Swing...'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8858191987029992350</id><published>2008-12-13T17:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:58:00.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GEMS Christmas Craft &amp; Cookie Exchange+ Family Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ9336aAvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zygkotoAYhs/s1600-h/PC090021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ9336aAvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zygkotoAYhs/s200/PC090021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279412693296087794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ93qG14nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GIKiDijDe4w/s1600-h/PC090025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ93qG14nI/AAAAAAAAAIk/GIKiDijDe4w/s200/PC090025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279412689590149746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ92wcl9-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ViUVZQzXNA8/s1600-h/PC090020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ92wcl9-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ViUVZQzXNA8/s200/PC090020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279412674112124898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ920eAoCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vXyjJbWfsWY/s1600-h/PC090028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ920eAoCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vXyjJbWfsWY/s200/PC090028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279412675191808034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ92VHTZeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GbyNqiGxuX4/s1600-h/PC090029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ92VHTZeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GbyNqiGxuX4/s200/PC090029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279412666775070178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what fun!  Bless the Lord! Christmas music, cookies, hot coco, crafts, and playful children. &lt;br /&gt;We talked about our families traditions, some interesting things. One family hides baby Jesus and the child who finds Him gets to put Him in the manger Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do a birthday party on the Eve for the new King with our family &amp; friends. Christmas morning I get the kids up and read Luke's story of the Saviors birth, then open presents. We eat left overs all morning and afternoon, then head to my mom's for dinner. Chinese this year, oh happy days!  Who says it has to be turkey or ham?&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is we are together as we bless the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray all who read this will find you Jesus, with comfort and peace. Thank you for coming and saving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-8858191987029992350?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8858191987029992350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8858191987029992350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8858191987029992350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8858191987029992350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/gems-christmas-craft-cookie-exchange.html' title='GEMS Christmas Craft &amp; Cookie Exchange+ Family Traditions'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SUQ9336aAvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zygkotoAYhs/s72-c/PC090021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-956015225838971957</id><published>2008-12-13T10:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:51:21.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I pray for My Troops-Freedom isn't really Free</title><content type='html'>Thomas A. Baker&lt;br /&gt;Rank and organization: Sergeant, U.S. Army, Company A, 105th Infantry, 27th Infantry Division. &lt;br /&gt;Place and date: Saipan, Mariana Islands, 19 June to 7 July 1944. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered service at: Troy, N.Y. Birth: Troy, N.Y. G.O. No.: 35, 9 May 1945. Citation: For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty at Saipan, Mariana Islands, 19 June to 7 July 1944. When his entire company was held up by fire from automatic weapons and small-arms fire from strongly fortified enemy positions that commanded the view of the company, Sgt. (then Pvt.) Baker voluntarily took a bazooka and dashed alone to within 100 yards of the enemy. Through heavy rifle and machinegun fire that was directed at him by the enemy, he knocked out the strong point, enabling his company to assault the ridge. Some days later while his company advanced across the open field flanked with obstructions and places of concealment for the enemy, Sgt. Baker again voluntarily took up a position in the rear to protect the company against surprise attack and came upon 2 heavily fortified enemy pockets manned by 2 officers and 10 enlisted men which had been bypassed. Without regard for such superior numbers, he unhesitatingly attacked and killed all of them. Five hundred yards farther, he discovered 6 men of the enemy who had concealed themselves behind our lines and destroyed all of them. On 7 July 1944, the perimeter of which Sgt. Baker was a part was attacked from 3 sides by from 3,000 to 5,000 Japanese. During the early stages of this attack, Sgt. Baker was seriously wounded but he insisted on remaining in the line and fired at the enemy at ranges sometimes as close as 5 yards until his ammunition ran out. Without ammunition and with his own weapon battered to uselessness from hand-to-hand combat, he was carried about 50 yards to the rear by a comrade, who was then himself wounded. At this point Sgt. Baker refused to be moved any farther stating that he preferred to be left to die rather than risk the lives of any more of his friends. A short time later, at his request, he was placed in a sitting position against a small tree . Another comrade, withdrawing, offered assistance. Sgt. Baker refused, insisting that he be left alone and be given a soldier's pistol with its remaining 8 rounds of ammunition. When last seen alive, Sgt. Baker was propped against a tree, pistol in hand, calmly facing the foe. Later Sgt. Baker's body was found in the same position, gun empty, with 8 Japanese lying dead before him. His deeds were in keeping with the highest traditions of the U.S. Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congressional Medal of Honor Citations, U.S. Army Center of Military History&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-956015225838971957?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/956015225838971957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=956015225838971957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/956015225838971957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/956015225838971957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-why-i-pray-for-my-troops.html' title='This is why I pray for My Troops-Freedom isn&apos;t really Free'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-1072127303135087875</id><published>2008-12-11T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:39:51.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of Three Trees</title><content type='html'>Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: "I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!" The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. "I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!" The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain. The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining ax, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" the first tree said. The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining ax, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. "I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!" The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me." He muttered. With a swoop of his shining ax the third tree fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with sawdust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty ship was made that day. Instead, the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river. Instead she was taken to a little lake. The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feed box. "I wish I could make a cradle for him," her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful," she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the King of heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything. It had made the third tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you feel down because you didn't get what you want, just sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful story. There are three passages in the Bible that tell of the three trees. You might like to read them. They are Luke 2:1-7, Matthew 8:23-27 and Matthew 27:32-38. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read The Tale of Three Trees retold by Angela Elwell Hunt this morning and I was balling my eyes out. I love this story. I hope you are blessed and read it to your children. May all the things we do and say glorify and honor the Lord &amp; King of Kings Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-1072127303135087875?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1072127303135087875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=1072127303135087875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1072127303135087875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1072127303135087875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/tale-of-three-trees.html' title='The Tale of Three Trees'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-4086835625985727874</id><published>2008-12-03T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:38:09.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Pt of Wives for Sons ( My humble prayers)</title><content type='html'>Well after much prayer and reading the word, I have come to this: I will keep praying my sons stays pure,and the wife the Lord has for them stays pure. I will continue to pray our families love each other, and be like minded.  Our God is Sovereign and I don't have to worry about such things that are not at hand. I will encourage my son to guard his eyes and heart until the work the Lord has for him is accomplished, first things first. Do all things diligently as unto the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have young sons I would encourage you to include in praying for your sons wives in your daily prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are good deposits with great returns, because He is faithful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-4086835625985727874?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4086835625985727874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=4086835625985727874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4086835625985727874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4086835625985727874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-pt-of-wives-for-sons-my-humble.html' title='Final Pt of Wives for Sons ( My humble prayers)'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-1888742179785969391</id><published>2008-11-26T15:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:34:04.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wives for Sons Pt 2  Long Chapter but, hey it's God's Word</title><content type='html'>1 Corinthians 7 (Amplified Bible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; NOW AS to the matters of which you wrote me. It is well [and by that I mean advantageous, expedient, profitable, and wholesome] for a man not to touch a woman [to cohabit with her] but to remain unmarried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But because of the temptation to impurity and to avoid immorality, let each [man] have his own wife and let each [woman] have her own husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The husband should give to his wife her conjugal rights (goodwill, kindness, and what is due her as his wife), and likewise the wife to her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For the wife does not have [exclusive] authority and control over her own body, but the husband [has his rights]; likewise also the husband does not have [exclusive] authority and control over his body, but the wife [has her rights].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Do not refuse and deprive and defraud each other [of your due marital rights], except perhaps by mutual consent for a time, so that you may devote yourselves unhindered to prayer. But afterwards resume marital relations, lest Satan tempt you [to sin] through your lack of restraint of sexual desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But I am saying this more as a matter of permission and concession, not as a command or regulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I wish that all men were like I myself am [in this matter of self-control]. But each has his own special gift from God, one of this kind and one of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But to the unmarried people and to the widows, I declare that it is well (good, advantageous, expedient, and wholesome) for them to remain [single] even as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But if they have not self-control (restraint of their passions), they should marry. For it is better to marry than to be aflame [with passion and tortured continually with ungratified desire].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But to the married people I give charge--not I but the Lord--that the wife is not to separate from her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But if she does [separate from and divorce him], let her remain single or else be reconciled to her husband. And [I charge] the husband [also] that he should not put away or divorce his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To the rest I declare--I, not the Lord [for Jesus did not discuss this]--that if any brother has a wife who does not believe [in Christ] and she consents to live with him, he should not leave or divorce her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And if any woman has an unbelieving husband and he consents to live with her, she should not leave or divorce him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For the unbelieving husband is set apart (separated, withdrawn from heathen contamination, and affiliated with the Christian people) by union with his consecrated (set-apart) wife, and the unbelieving wife is set apart and separated through union with her consecrated husband. Otherwise your children would be unclean (unblessed heathen, outside the Christian covenant), but as it is they are prepared for God [pure and clean].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But if the unbelieving partner [actually] leaves, let him do so; in such [cases the remaining] brother or sister is not morally bound. But God has called us to peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For, wife, how can you be sure of converting and saving your husband? Husband, how can you be sure of converting and saving your wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Only, let each one [seek to conduct himself and regulate his affairs so as to] lead the life which the Lord has allotted and imparted to him and to which God has invited and summoned him. This is my order in all the churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Was anyone at the time of his summons [from God] already circumcised? Let him not seek to remove the evidence of circumcision. Was anyone at the time [God] called him uncircumcised? Let him not be circumcised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For circumcision is nothing and counts for nothing, neither does uncircumcision, but [what counts is] keeping the commandments of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Everyone should remain after God calls him in the station or condition of life in which the summons found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Were you a slave when you were called? Do not let that trouble you. But if you are able to gain your freedom, avail yourself of the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For he who as a slave was summoned in [to union with] the Lord is a freedman of the Lord, just so he who was free when he was called is a bond servant of Christ (the Messiah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You were bought with a price [purchased with a preciousness and paid for by Christ]; then do not yield yourselves up to become [in your own estimation] slaves to men [but consider yourselves slaves to Christ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, brethren, in whatever station or state or condition of life each one was when he was called, there let him continue with and close to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Now concerning the virgins (the marriageable maidens) I have no command of the Lord, but I give my opinion and advice as one who by the Lord's mercy is rendered trustworthy and faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think then, because of the impending distress [that is even now setting in], it is well (expedient, profitable, and wholesome) for a person to remain as he or she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Are you bound to a wife? Do not seek to be free. Are you free from a wife? Do not seek a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But if you do marry, you do not sin [in doing so], and if a virgin marries, she does not sin [in doing so]. Yet those who marry will have physical and earthly troubles, and I would like to spare you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I mean, brethren, the appointed time has been winding down and it has grown very short. From now on, let even those who have wives be as if they had none,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And those who weep and mourn as though they were not weeping and mourning, and those who rejoice as though they were not rejoicing, and those who buy as though they did not possess anything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And those who deal with this world [overusing the enjoyments of this life] as though they were not absorbed by it and as if they had no dealings with it. For the outward form of this world (the present world order) is passing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My desire is to have you free from all anxiety and distressing care. The unmarried man is anxious about the things of the Lord--how he may please the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But the married man is anxious about worldly matters--how he may please his wife--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And he is drawn in diverging directions [his interests are divided and he is distracted from his devotion to God]. And the unmarried woman or girl is concerned and anxious about the matters of the Lord, how to be wholly separated and set apart in body and spirit; but the married woman has her cares [centered] in earthly affairs--how she may please her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now I say this for your own welfare and profit, not to put [a halter of] restraint upon you, but to promote what is seemly and in good order and to secure your undistracted and undivided devotion to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But if any man thinks that he is not acting properly toward and in regard to his virgin [that he is preparing disgrace for her or incurring reproach], in case she is passing the bloom of her youth and if there is need for it, let him do what to him seems right; he does not sin; let them marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; But whoever is firmly established in his heart [strong in mind and purpose], not being forced by necessity but having control over his own will and desire, and has resolved this in his heart to keep his own virginity, he is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So also then, he [the father] who gives his virgin (his daughter) in marriage does well, and he [the father] who does not give [her] in marriage does better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A wife is bound to her husband by law as long as he lives. If the husband dies, she is free to be married to whom she will, only [provided that he too is] in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But in my opinion [a widow] is happier (more blessed and to be envied) if she does not remarry. And also I think I have the Spirit of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-1888742179785969391?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1888742179785969391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=1888742179785969391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1888742179785969391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1888742179785969391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/wives-for-sons-pt-2-long-chapter-but.html' title='Wives for Sons Pt 2  Long Chapter but, hey it&apos;s God&apos;s Word'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5827332794529996251</id><published>2008-11-24T13:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:15:52.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking and Praying for the Right Wives for sons...by example  Pt 1</title><content type='html'>Gen 24:7-9 "The LORD, the God of heaven, who brought me out of my father's household and my native land and who spoke to me and promised me on oath, saying, 'To your offspring  I will give this land'-he will send his angel before you so that you can get a wife for my son from there.  If the woman is unwilling to come back with you, then you will be released from this oath of mine. Only do not take my son back there."  So the servant put his hand under the thigh of his master Abraham and swore an oath to him concerning this matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen 28:1-5  So Isaac called for Jacob and blessed him and commanded him: "Do not marry a Canaanite woman.  Go at once to Paddan Aram, to the house of your mother's father Bethuel. Take a wife for yourself there, from among the daughters of Laban, your mother's brother.  May God Almighty  bless you and make you fruitful and increase your numbers until you become a community of peoples. May he give you and your descendants the blessing given to Abraham, so that you may take possession of the land where you now live as an alien, the land God gave to Abraham."  Then Isaac sent Jacob on his way, and he went to Paddan Aram, to Laban son of Bethuel the Aramean, the brother of Rebekah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen 29:9-12  While he was still talking with them, Rachel came with her father's sheep, for she was a shepherdess.  When Jacob saw Rachel daughter of Laban, his mother's brother, and Laban's sheep, he went over and rolled the stone away from the mouth of the well and watered his uncle's sheep.  Then Jacob &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kissed&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rachel and began to weep aloud.  He had told Rachel that he was a relative of her father and a son of Rebekah. So she ran and told her father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen 29:14-30    After Jacob had stayed with him for a whole month,  Laban said to him, "Just because you are a relative of mine, should you work for me for nothing? Tell me what your wages should be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now Laban had two daughters; the name of the older was Leah, and the name of the younger was Rachel.  Leah had weak  eyes, but Rachel was lovely in form, and beautiful.  Jacob was in love with Rachel and said, "I'll work for you seven years in return for your younger daughter Rachel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Laban said, "It's better that I give her to you than to some other man. Stay here with me."  So Jacob served seven years to get Rachel, but they seemed like only a few days to him because of his love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then Jacob said to Laban, "Give me my wife. My time is completed, and I want to lie with her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So Laban brought together all the people of the place and gave a feast. But when evening came, he took his daughter Leah and gave her to Jacob, and Jacob lay with her. And Laban gave his servant girl Zilpah to his daughter as her maidservant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When morning came, there was Leah! So Jacob said to Laban, "What is this you have done to me? I served you for Rachel, didn't I? Why have you deceived me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Laban replied, "It is not our custom here to give the younger daughter in marriage before the older one. Finish this daughter's bridal week; then we will give you the younger one also, in return for another seven years of work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And Jacob did so. He finished the week with Leah, and then Laban gave him his daughter Rachel to be his wife. Laban gave his servant girl Bilhah to his daughter Rachel as her maidservant.  Jacob lay with Rachel also, and he loved Rachel more than Leah. And he worked for Laban another seven years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-5827332794529996251?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5827332794529996251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5827332794529996251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5827332794529996251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5827332794529996251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/looking-and-praying-for-right-wives-for.html' title='Looking and Praying for the Right Wives for sons...by example  Pt 1'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7083385615134278287</id><published>2008-11-21T12:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:42:10.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage Dinner</title><content type='html'>11-11-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GEMS" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jewels of our lives, out children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a nice time in fellowship with old friends and new.  The food was amazing.  We shared a meal of our heritage or a meal from a place that had visited. In all the places Jesus had His footprint. &lt;br /&gt;Germany, Italy, Puerto Rico, Jamaica, Brazil, &amp; the US.  Cheryl made the children passports, after dinner they visited each place and wrote a blurb in them. It was so cute. Thanks C for all you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbxbwdh_CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZUEyEykFpp8/s1600-h/PB110007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbxbwdh_CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZUEyEykFpp8/s200/PB110007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271165873051270178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbxbhnuifI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fxnuiQCgrDo/s1600-h/PB110004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbxbhnuifI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fxnuiQCgrDo/s200/PB110004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271165869067504114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbxbX1N9kI/AAAAAAAAAHw/t2MZS9r_X8U/s1600-h/PB110013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbxbX1N9kI/AAAAAAAAAHw/t2MZS9r_X8U/s200/PB110013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271165866439734850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbxa__-RwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QnuFVS8XO9c/s1600-h/PB110012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbxa__-RwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QnuFVS8XO9c/s200/PB110012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271165860042393346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7083385615134278287?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7083385615134278287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7083385615134278287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7083385615134278287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7083385615134278287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/heritage-dinner.html' title='Heritage Dinner'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbxbwdh_CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZUEyEykFpp8/s72-c/PB110007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5826176487059397850</id><published>2008-11-21T12:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:27:36.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe doing his MUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbvgHNvSNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FklmtgRh_UU/s1600-h/Joe+MUS+11-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbvgHNvSNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FklmtgRh_UU/s200/Joe+MUS+11-08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271163748855269586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought after watching Mr Demme he would get it, but he did...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-5826176487059397850?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5826176487059397850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5826176487059397850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5826176487059397850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5826176487059397850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/joe-doing-his-mus.html' title='Joe doing his MUS'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSbvgHNvSNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FklmtgRh_UU/s72-c/Joe+MUS+11-08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7758111638687063204</id><published>2008-11-19T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:09:42.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I raising?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSTGwqiuFuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cEhvAr8acEc/s1600-h/sean+comes+home+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSTGwqiuFuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cEhvAr8acEc/s200/sean+comes+home+07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270556003286259426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving to pick up some meds today and I found myself thinking of this wonderful boy the Lord had given me. I was flooded with thoughts. Mainly my purpose for his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph is so animated, never quiet, always imaginative, he is even thoughtful and sweet. &lt;br /&gt;My mission, my goal, my conviction has been to raise sons that love the Lord with all their hearts, mind, and strength. Sons that love the wife the Lord gives them, protect the blessed children they receive as gifts. To be men of grit. To work hard or smart whatever the path the Lord leads them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passionate about this. This is a high calling and no easy job in this world filled with self-centeredness, indulging every passing whim.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I raising? I was thinking about Billy Graham, did his mom know the impact he would make on the world?  I know there are many unsung hero's of the faith that have made their mark on the world, I didn't get that deep. I was after all I was listening to Joe in the car tell me about aliens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my job is very important.  I have wanted more children since the day I had my son Sean 18yrs ago, I didn't get Joe until 13 yrs later. I have dealt with my share of the green eyed monster and those having large families, blessed with so many, but, maybe, just maybe God wanted me to raise these boys who will bless his kingdom in ways I cannot yet fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean was already instructed by the Lord to be a lawyer. He walks by faith, he is faithful, he trusts God,and is working to pay for his private christian college education. This is not cheap I might add. He could have gone to public college but we both were led to this school. He goes to chapel 3x a week and likes it. I am sure he will be a good husband and a caring father. Now we wait and pray...LSAT, Law school, Area of Law, house, wife...This is who I raised a young man taught by the Lord and great is his peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have to see how the Lord works in Joseph. I am praying the Lord lead me how I should teach him, in what direction He wants me to take.  So far as it was with Sean so shall it be with Joe, God first, bible, scriptures,prayer, love, obediance, kindness, protecting girls and babies. The three R's will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to raise the bar, train up men of God. Responsible human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you raising?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7758111638687063204?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7758111638687063204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7758111638687063204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7758111638687063204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7758111638687063204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-am-i-raising.html' title='Who am I raising?'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSTGwqiuFuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cEhvAr8acEc/s72-c/sean+comes+home+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-6781051070362042685</id><published>2008-11-18T14:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:42:48.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Declaration ( Always a good read)</title><content type='html'>The Unanimous Declaration&lt;br /&gt;of the Thirteen United States of America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. That whenever any form of government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security. --Such has been the patient sufferance of these colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former systems of government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these states. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has refused his assent to laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has forbidden his governors to pass laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has refused to pass other laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of representation in the legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has dissolved representative houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the legislative powers, incapable of annihilation, have returned to the people at large for their exercise; the state remaining in the meantime exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has endeavored to prevent the population of these states; for that purpose obstructing the laws for naturalization of foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migration hither, and raising the conditions of new appropriations of lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has obstructed the administration of justice, by refusing his assent to laws for establishing judiciary powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has made judges dependent on his will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has erected a multitude of new offices, and sent hither swarms of officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has kept among us, in times of peace, standing armies without the consent of our legislature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has affected to render the military independent of and superior to civil power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his assent to their acts of pretended legislation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For protecting them, by mock trial, from punishment for any murders which they should commit on the inhabitants of these states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For cutting off our trade with all parts of the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For imposing taxes on us without our consent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of trial by jury:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For transporting us beyond seas to be tried for pretended offenses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For abolishing the free system of English laws in a neighboring province, establishing therein an arbitrary government, and enlarging its boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule in these colonies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For taking away our charters, abolishing our most valuable laws, and altering fundamentally the forms of our governments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For suspending our own legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has abdicated government here, by declaring us out of his protection and waging war against us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burned our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is at this time transporting large armies of foreign mercenaries to complete the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of cruelty and perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the head of a civilized nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has constrained our fellow citizens taken captive on the high seas to bear arms against their country, to become the executioners of their friends and brethren, or to fall themselves by their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavored to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian savages, whose known rule of warfare, is undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every stage of these oppressions we have petitioned for redress in the most humble terms: our repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor have we been wanting in attention to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, enemies in war, in peace friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, therefore, the representatives of the United States of America, in General Congress, assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the name, and by the authority of the good people of these colonies, solemnly publish and declare, that these united colonies are, and of right ought to be free and independent states; that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the state of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as free and independent states, they have full power to levy war, conclude peace, contract alliances, establish commerce, and to do all other acts and things which independent states may of right do. And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Hampshire: Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts: John Hancock, Samual Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhode Island: Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecticut: Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York: William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Jersey: Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania: Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delaware: Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryland: Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia: George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina: William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Carolina: Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia: Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Pennsylvania Packet, July 8, 1776&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-6781051070362042685?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6781051070362042685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=6781051070362042685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6781051070362042685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6781051070362042685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/declaration-always-good-read.html' title='The Declaration ( Always a good read)'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7595929536337969</id><published>2008-11-17T12:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:34:50.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSGrLQ9eeWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oQboeKOFJLA/s1600-h/PA250004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSGrLQ9eeWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oQboeKOFJLA/s200/PA250004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269681249019918690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is that time in my life where parents are getting older, not just for me but all my friends. &lt;br /&gt;Two of my closest friends have already lost their fathers. I know for some they died when they were children or young adults.  My husband being 24, lost his mom, my bf lost his dad at 8, and a sister at church lost her husband with 4 in toe from 1-7 yrs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends parents have been very ill for a long time. My Pastor's wife's parents are the oldest still living but stuff is creeping in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, of course this is what is all about for me. My mom is not doing well. She is in so much pain. Today she is going to the Dr. I hope they will help. It hurts my heart to hear her in so much pain. There is nothing I can do. We live a half hr away.&lt;br /&gt;I know she would rather me take care of her than my brother, but thankfully he is there with my dad to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I am not closer. Thankfully I have a savior that sticks closer than a brother. My only hope, is Jesus. I thank the Holy Spirit He will never leave her of forsake her. I pray in the name of Jesus she is healed and made whole. I thank you Lord you are on the throne and in control. Father send your ministering angels to my mom and comfort her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7595929536337969?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7595929536337969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7595929536337969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7595929536337969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7595929536337969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/praying-for-parents.html' title='Praying for parents'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SSGrLQ9eeWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oQboeKOFJLA/s72-c/PA250004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-2815482281984656888</id><published>2008-11-11T17:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:19:25.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Publix Field Trip 11-10-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SRoE1oAPnQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZvRRx99inlU/s1600-h/PB100035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SRoE1oAPnQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZvRRx99inlU/s200/PB100035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267528033481235714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SRoE1QEQLaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hZAyqSg132M/s1600-h/PB100025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SRoE1QEQLaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hZAyqSg132M/s200/PB100025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267528027055599010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SRoE1NLsphI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o4ogSs4uzT0/s1600-h/PB100039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SRoE1NLsphI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o4ogSs4uzT0/s200/PB100039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267528026281518610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun time for all. The staff was so friendly and accommodating. We saw the inner workings of the grocery store from the meat dept, produce, deli, and bakery. The kids even got to try the register.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-2815482281984656888?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2815482281984656888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=2815482281984656888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2815482281984656888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2815482281984656888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/publix-field-trip-11-10-08.html' title='Publix Field Trip 11-10-08'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SRoE1oAPnQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZvRRx99inlU/s72-c/PB100035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8184673568890940692</id><published>2008-11-06T19:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:07:39.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still confused with Blog/ Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROUgcO2puI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KhwKK8WhIDc/s1600-h/PA250014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROUgcO2puI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KhwKK8WhIDc/s200/PA250014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265715674381461218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROTV_SM8eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bqgdrzUHtow/s1600-h/PA250011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROTV_SM8eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bqgdrzUHtow/s200/PA250011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265714395300557282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROTVnTadqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Lff1iIuO26U/s1600-h/PA250012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROTVnTadqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Lff1iIuO26U/s200/PA250012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265714388863186594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROTVb_9ZlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/U2IuwPVqh00/s1600-h/PA250013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROTVb_9ZlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/U2IuwPVqh00/s200/PA250013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265714385828800082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROTU3btWfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZityFoYJgyw/s1600-h/PB060007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROTU3btWfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZityFoYJgyw/s200/PB060007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265714376013076978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROTUrzy4WI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SsgK1IT6-jI/s1600-h/PB060004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROTUrzy4WI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SsgK1IT6-jI/s200/PB060004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265714372892877154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on now, I am on Twitter, on blogger, I am beyond confused and no one of my peers in my circle is inclined to know. So why am I bothering? I don't want to get old and not use my brain a wee bit. So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eyes of Love... something I will be scrapbooking  eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-8184673568890940692?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8184673568890940692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8184673568890940692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8184673568890940692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8184673568890940692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-confused-with-blog-twitter.html' title='Still confused with Blog/ Twitter'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SROUgcO2puI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KhwKK8WhIDc/s72-c/PA250014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-228711383149191587</id><published>2008-11-03T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:54:35.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An unexpected surprise</title><content type='html'>Friday during prayer Eddie stayed while we prayed. This was his first time to come to our Chili cookout prayer. I hope the Holy Spirit ministered to his soul.  I think it was a peaceful night of sweet prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-228711383149191587?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/228711383149191587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=228711383149191587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/228711383149191587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/228711383149191587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/11/unexpected-surprise.html' title='An unexpected surprise'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-7366638022592497841</id><published>2008-10-27T19:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:03:42.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boy's Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SQZIxIY_rQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NIW7XW_JsDE/s1600-h/PA260021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SQZIxIY_rQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NIW7XW_JsDE/s200/PA260021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261973223532113154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SQZIwsfZQxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bGVv_pY-nyk/s1600-h/PA250010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SQZIwsfZQxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/bGVv_pY-nyk/s200/PA250010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261973216042763026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time yesterday with out church family that currently has 4 little boys ages 7,5,5,1.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons of hard knocks. Teaching them to be kind to one another to stand together and to protect girls and babies. This is daily in my house. I want my son to put the things that the Lord sees as important first in his life. Okay he's only 5 but this is and will be his duty as he becomes a man. I am not only raising a son, I am raising a boy to be a goldly husband and father who puts God first. This is a hard job for me with Joseph, but I press forward to the high calling... God bless you as you raise your sons with this duty in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-7366638022592497841?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7366638022592497841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=7366638022592497841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7366638022592497841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/7366638022592497841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/boys-duty.html' title='A Boy&apos;s Duty'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SQZIxIY_rQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NIW7XW_JsDE/s72-c/PA260021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8057532135654909497</id><published>2008-10-14T12:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:11:31.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let em have fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SPTEqxC0qrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/F4IukT33e8E/s1600-h/PA140002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SPTEqxC0qrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/F4IukT33e8E/s200/PA140002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257042904046938802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SPTEc7ZHh7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/yjJ3On89d8Q/s1600-h/PA140001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SPTEc7ZHh7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/yjJ3On89d8Q/s200/PA140001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257042666306635698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 14, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let em have fun&lt;br /&gt;This is what I tell myself.  He is only 5!  He is learning. His way, not mine.  I do enjoy watching his amazing imagination.  I love looking into his beautiful eyes and wonder what he is thinking about.  Today I have on some Christian music on the TV and he is playing so nice.  How to create a heart of worship? Put the music on.  One of my new friends said that ! Simple wisdom, Thanks Deb.  Well my lil guy follows suit, mom worships, he worships.  Thank you Lord my children are taught by you and great shall be their peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-8057532135654909497?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8057532135654909497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8057532135654909497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8057532135654909497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8057532135654909497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-let-em-have-fun.html' title='Just let em have fun'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SPTEqxC0qrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/F4IukT33e8E/s72-c/PA140002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-4189063419702969252</id><published>2008-10-10T20:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:51:57.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:130px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SOl1vZfZEOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/v7UgLcVCaOo/s200/P9280001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253859897461248226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SOl0ss9iFwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hnThy5o3dnI/s1600-h/P9280002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SOl0ss9iFwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hnThy5o3dnI/s200/P9280002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253858751636707074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SOl0s7op8vI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Yw3krmzvOK0/s1600-h/P9280011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SOl0s7op8vI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Yw3krmzvOK0/s200/P9280011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253858755575673586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SOl0tQwW4EI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8i3TTzy-ZVY/s1600-h/P9280007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SOl0tQwW4EI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8i3TTzy-ZVY/s200/P9280007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253858761245122626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Last Sunday we went to the beach with Jeff long time family friend.  We met really nice people in the next pavillion having a party. Joseph is never shy. He soon had his own invite. The weather was overcast so it wasn't too hot.  Later we went to Jenny's then back home. We were in bed at 9PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-4312554907501392609?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4312554907501392609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=4312554907501392609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4312554907501392609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4312554907501392609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-with-family-and-friends.html' title='Time with Family and Friends'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SOl1vZfZEOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/v7UgLcVCaOo/s72-c/P9280001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-1947606417315602450</id><published>2008-09-20T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:24:20.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;/p&gt;                               &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eddie surprised me by bringing Sean home Fri. They have been in cahoots together this week it seems. I am so happy right now. We were up till 3AM yapping with Jeff, watching Youtube vids. I have a wonderful son, who I am so grateful to God for. How can I even come close to express to God how much I love Him for giving me these two sons? I am honored that He chose me to be their mother. Thank you Lord.&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/3010883667716357213-1947606417315602450?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1947606417315602450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=1947606417315602450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1947606417315602450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1947606417315602450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/surprise-for-me.html' title='Surprise for me'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-6844718854824591670</id><published>2008-09-14T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:20:17.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Sean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;" &gt;Well we just got home from an all too short visit with Sean. My parents took me and Joe out there to send some time together.  We went to Chili's then spent some time in the lounge at campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone else knows how hard this really is for me. This child has been my life. He wasn't one of those kids that hung out. He was/is a home body. Before his leaving for college last year there was no time of adjusting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what engagements are for, the mother to get used to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Home schooling children, not having many outside activities does not do a mother well when the time comes.  Yes, I know this has to happen and for most it happens when lil Johnny goes to kindergarten, for me it happened when he went to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is amazing to me. God has done good things with that boy. I have no greater joy than to hear my children walk in truth.  He is working hard on campus to pay his tuition and takes 16 credit hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph has been missing him lots this go around. He is older and now misses his brother being he had Sean all to himself for the summer.  They were both up playing video games together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we get to go back next month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-6844718854824591670?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6844718854824591670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=6844718854824591670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6844718854824591670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6844718854824591670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/visiting-sean.html' title='Visiting Sean'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-6982247300438980061</id><published>2008-09-12T18:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:12:26.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>911</title><content type='html'>I want to remember and never forget!  I thank God for all the troops out there protecting us. I pray they are protected by the hand of God. &lt;br /&gt;I pray that our country remembers how they felt seven years ago when they all wanted God to Bless America. &lt;br /&gt;We need to get the job done, not slack, get the bad guys who would try to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Lets be one nation under God who&lt;br /&gt;In God we Trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-6982247300438980061?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6982247300438980061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=6982247300438980061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6982247300438980061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6982247300438980061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/911.html' title='911'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-4592501786546215250</id><published>2008-09-08T20:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:07:33.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SMXL66OavWI/AAAAAAAAACg/6qCKevKVBx8/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SMXL66OavWI/AAAAAAAAACg/6qCKevKVBx8/s200/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243821554065390946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son's first election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my question.  Here, Myspace, Facebook, Ning,  Networks within networks. I am so confused.  Who is reading these anyway?  I like to see all the stampers here, all the home schooling things on another, local home school on yet another, and of course family and friends on the other two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-4592501786546215250?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4592501786546215250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=4592501786546215250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4592501786546215250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/4592501786546215250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-to-blog.html' title='Where to blog?'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/SMXL66OavWI/AAAAAAAAACg/6qCKevKVBx8/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5083777924631195885</id><published>2008-07-23T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:27:35.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the sake of posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sean needs money to go back to school! I know the Lord will provide all my needs and his. He loves Sean more than me and I know He will never leave me or forsake me.  He knows my heart.  He is mindful of my frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could use the prayers of the righteous to uphold me. Thanks.&lt;br /&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/3010883667716357213-5083777924631195885?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5083777924631195885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5083777924631195885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5083777924631195885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5083777924631195885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-for-sake-of-posting.html' title='Just for the sake of posting'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-5489509818962706769</id><published>2008-04-17T16:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:45:01.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so sick of being sick! It is hard to believe it has been so long. Well I think the worst is over, God willing.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is time to get back on track and start eating better to live well.  When I went on the fungus diet I never felt better in my life. Why did I choose to eat crap again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something clicked then and I am praying it will now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-5489509818962706769?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5489509818962706769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=5489509818962706769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5489509818962706769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/5489509818962706769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-so-sick-of-being-sick-it-is-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8968444845457713414</id><published>2008-03-19T20:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:21:05.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New cards today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R-Gt2SyEOzI/AAAAAAAAACA/Tr2boyNpLS4/s1600-h/cards+eds+bd+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R-Gt2SyEOzI/AAAAAAAAACA/Tr2boyNpLS4/s320/cards+eds+bd+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179612194719152946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R-Gt2yyEO0I/AAAAAAAAACI/pilO_I3x2xk/s1600-h/cards+eds+bd+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R-Gt2yyEO0I/AAAAAAAAACI/pilO_I3x2xk/s320/cards+eds+bd+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179612203309087554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R-Gt3SyEO1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/KbMvBWnTPwI/s1600-h/cards+eds+bd+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R-Gt3SyEO1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/KbMvBWnTPwI/s320/cards+eds+bd+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179612211899022162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Easter cards for Mom &amp;amp; Pastors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Card for Alex's BD&lt;br /&gt;A Bible Verse Challenge I made for my friend BB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-8968444845457713414?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8968444845457713414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8968444845457713414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8968444845457713414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8968444845457713414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-cards-today.html' title='New cards today'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R-Gt2SyEOzI/AAAAAAAAACA/Tr2boyNpLS4/s72-c/cards+eds+bd+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-8052884213244112322</id><published>2008-03-10T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:44:16.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Love of my life's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am so blessed to have a husband like Eddie. I pray ...with long life You satisfy him and show him Your salvation...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-8052884213244112322?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8052884213244112322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=8052884213244112322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8052884213244112322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/8052884213244112322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is-love-of-my-lifes-birthday.html' title='Today is the Love of my life&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-2477842075068383780</id><published>2008-03-08T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:36:25.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BB's Birthday Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R9Mi4D3e1EI/AAAAAAAAAB4/w98XMmTvU_c/s1600-h/present+card+for+Barb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R9Mi4D3e1EI/AAAAAAAAAB4/w98XMmTvU_c/s320/present+card+for+Barb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175518743284864066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I tried to make a nice card for my sweet sister in the Lord and it came out a little crooked, then I went to write inside and the ink wasn't dry so it got smudged inside. Other than that,...it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-2477842075068383780?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2477842075068383780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=2477842075068383780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2477842075068383780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2477842075068383780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/bbs-birthday-card.html' title='BB&apos;s Birthday Card'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R9Mi4D3e1EI/AAAAAAAAAB4/w98XMmTvU_c/s72-c/present+card+for+Barb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-3735285104583522350</id><published>2008-03-05T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:03:29.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cards I made in the past month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89Cv-NbfTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lK1v4IDJUXQ/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89Cv-NbfTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lK1v4IDJUXQ/s320/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427888792599858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89CwONbfUI/AAAAAAAAABY/nsfjcqkF72s/s1600-h/snail+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89CwONbfUI/AAAAAAAAABY/nsfjcqkF72s/s320/snail+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427893087567170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89CweNbfVI/AAAAAAAAABg/ekGisSiMHRw/s1600-h/bugs+and+kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89CweNbfVI/AAAAAAAAABg/ekGisSiMHRw/s320/bugs+and+kisses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427897382534482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89CwuNbfWI/AAAAAAAAABo/Mrh8ta5d6Zg/s1600-h/grandma%27a+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89CwuNbfWI/AAAAAAAAABo/Mrh8ta5d6Zg/s320/grandma%27a+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427901677501794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89CwuNbfXI/AAAAAAAAABw/XLreRqlCLeQ/s1600-h/tickeled+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89CwuNbfXI/AAAAAAAAABw/XLreRqlCLeQ/s320/tickeled+pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174427901677501810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on a roll after a SU demo. The flower &amp;amp; snail was made with Kimberly check her blog spot on the right of my posts.&lt;br /&gt;The others I scrap lifted the general ideas &amp;amp; style and used what I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-3735285104583522350?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3735285104583522350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=3735285104583522350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3735285104583522350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3735285104583522350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/cards-i-made-in-past-month.html' title='Cards I made in the past month'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89Cv-NbfTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lK1v4IDJUXQ/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-9119417380100833306</id><published>2008-03-05T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:52:55.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the creative juices flowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89AVeNbfSI/AAAAAAAAABI/IYZZ02SuzEY/s1600-h/spot+on+Sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89AVeNbfSI/AAAAAAAAABI/IYZZ02SuzEY/s320/spot+on+Sean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174425234502810914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well tonight I uploaded this to Split Coast Stampers, my first time ever to post something that is mine. Sean will be 18 this month and I hope my lil card is "Spot On".&lt;br /&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/3010883667716357213-9119417380100833306?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/9119417380100833306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=9119417380100833306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/9119417380100833306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/9119417380100833306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-creative-juices-flowing.html' title='Getting the creative juices flowing'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/R89AVeNbfSI/AAAAAAAAABI/IYZZ02SuzEY/s72-c/spot+on+Sean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-2118959177160444603</id><published>2008-02-29T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:10:56.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so happy my son will be home for a week for Spring Break! I miss him so much my heart aches. Thank you Lord for this time with him. I charge your angels to go before him and my parents as they drive home, In Jesus name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3010883667716357213-2118959177160444603?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2118959177160444603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=2118959177160444603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2118959177160444603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/2118959177160444603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-1212280091134376401</id><published>2008-02-28T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:39:00.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>...in the Lord with all your heart, in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths.&lt;br /&gt;Today like so many You watch over me and help me. Thou I can't see you with my eyes, my heart knows you will never leave me or forsake me.   Thank you my heavenly father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-1212280091134376401?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1212280091134376401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=1212280091134376401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1212280091134376401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/1212280091134376401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-6694615842326713061</id><published>2008-02-27T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:31:26.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God does all things well. Thank you Lord for the good report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-6694615842326713061?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6694615842326713061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=6694615842326713061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6694615842326713061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/6694615842326713061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-does-all-things-well.html' title=''/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010883667716357213.post-3877039333898169682</id><published>2008-02-18T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:21:23.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am hopeful this new year brings new joy, peace, and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful because my hope is in my Lord Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010883667716357213-3877039333898169682?l=thewifeypoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3877039333898169682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010883667716357213&amp;postID=3877039333898169682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3877039333898169682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010883667716357213/posts/default/3877039333898169682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewifeypoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-of-hope.html' title='A New Year of Hope'/><author><name>thewifeypoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859052701544307958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_huyKugbD1Pk/TC6lOQtuw9I/AAAAAAAAALc/RM1lUrBSfAw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
