tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23829062449100926422024-03-13T00:51:48.698-04:00Ryan & Kristinkriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-6977785633445822962011-06-09T09:19:00.002-04:002011-06-13T17:37:25.205-04:00Called<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">WOW! It’s been a long time since I’ve written here. I have this one serious post then I have tons of fun blog post to get up here hopefully by the first of next week!!! </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, where have I been? For the year of 2010 I heard God calling me home. I tried to ignore him, but he just got louder. So for 2011 I am obeying. I am staying home- spending priceless time with my party of 5. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You see, I believe I was called to my husband. In bible school when I was about 12, my teacher told us we should pray for our future husband. She probably had no idea that any of us actually would, but I did. Not every day, but often I prayed that God would send my husband to me and that he would be so in love with God that that love would spill over into a love for me. Did it keep me from ever being heartbroken as a teenager? No. But, it did change the way I dated- I dated with purpose. My purpose was to please God with my choice; I wanted my will and his will to match. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHecw4CH1jDGuEnTQeTDt2lKVn-WpDDCaKDIz4ZrITdbrGibctNgi9L0IrFaYmW8aRMAokFTpwKNZHMT-rnJ7Ljgy3EJfp6J_azXStWSVOgKzZyEL5jDcRxOoUwBEL_A-3Vrn2QejnESc/s1600/Spring2011+627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHecw4CH1jDGuEnTQeTDt2lKVn-WpDDCaKDIz4ZrITdbrGibctNgi9L0IrFaYmW8aRMAokFTpwKNZHMT-rnJ7Ljgy3EJfp6J_azXStWSVOgKzZyEL5jDcRxOoUwBEL_A-3Vrn2QejnESc/s320/Spring2011+627.jpg" t8="true" width="241" /></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In the end, I was called to Ryan. What a life we have had! I have almost been with him ½ of my life. He is my other ½ in so many ways so it makes me sad to say that for so long I had separated myself from him. Not literally, but there was me and God, me and my friends, <span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">me and my work/obligations/Bible studies,</span> </span>me and my kids, me and my family and me and Ryan. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">What? Am I so comfortable with him that I just assume he’s ok being in last place? Is it ok that he always gets whatever is leftover of me? </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">No- it’s not ok. And even more than that- it’s not ok to ignore God when you can hear him say- “GO HOME”. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So…. I went home- to my husband. Not to my kids, specifically to my husband, falling back under his leadership and guidance. Yeah, I know this sounds a little 1950ish, but submission is the will of God for wives. Wow- it’s hard, especially in our society, but submitting to Ryan brings me more safety and security than the entire United States Armed Forces. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We have had the best time. We have worked on community service projects together, taken over leadership of a community group, spent time with my Grandmother (who, by the way is getting closer and closer to meeting Jesus), GONE ON DATES, gone on trips, in the process of going through Tres Dias, and in less than 2 weeks we are going on a CRUISE- without children! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">What has my obedience done for our marriage? Well, I already knew I was married to the sweetest man on earth because no matter how busy I was and how little time I spent with him he NEVER complained. So, really could it get any better, cloud he get any kinder? All I can say is my God is so sweet to me, he has called me to this man that I swear I do not deserve. Ryan continues to want to please me, he keeps buying me gifts and taking me out. If he keeps it up I may never stray again. As far as God and I are concerned, we are finally at peace. By staying focused on God, soaking him up, and growing in his grace- I will be good for my husband. I heard God call me home, listened to him, and obeyed him. In case you don’t know, whenever you obey God- no matter how hard it is- the reward is ALWAYS GREAT! Greatness is what Ryan and I have and GREAT is our future together. </span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything. </em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. After all, no one ever hated their own body, but they feed and care for their body, just as Christ does the church— for we are members of his body. “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.” This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church.</em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-36981257604425447052010-10-17T14:52:00.003-04:002010-10-17T15:09:58.525-04:00Fast<div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><strong>O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory.<br />Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.<br />I will praise you as long as I live, and in you name I will lift up my hands. Psalm 63:1-4<br /></strong><br />The Holy Spirit has been using this verse in the past month or so to speak to me.<br /><br />It’s no secret that I love to worship! If I could be someone from the bible I would be King David - at least right now. I love to sing loudly and dance with my girls in the car. Sometime in the grocery store when I am saving money for our family I want to just give a little shout out to the Big Man. Or when Ryan and I just don’t think there is “enough” money and the King of our checkbook turns a dime into a dollar I want to offer praise to Him. I do usually- some people may think I am crazy or insane. That’s what David’s wife thought of him, but it didn’t stop him from dancing in the streets and it won’t stop me either. So if the nurse that walked in on me praying prayers of thanksgiving over LB in the ER when her fever broke thinks I’m crazy- it’s ok because I know who broke that fever and wasn’t her!<br /><br />Oddly enough I can’t get enough of him. Not that that is odd- it’s just that no matter how much time I spend with Jesus I still end up wanting more of him. I want to be so close to him that my His thoughts are my thoughts, His words are my words, my heart is in sync with His, His burdens are my burdens.<br /><br />I am not spending as much time with him as I did this summer and I know that is why the Holy Spirit is speaking to me so consistently. I know that God is jealous of my job, my students, my children, my husband, my friends, my house, my “stuff”, anything that separates me from him. He longs for me to be with Him and I long to be with Him as well.<br /><br />I told a <a href="http://themasonfamilyjournal.blogspot.com/">friend </a>of mine a few weeks ago that I just want to go off to a desert somewhere and be alone with Jesus. She suggested I at least bring a hammock. Though it’s a good idea it’s not practical for my life.<br /><br />So I am fasting.<br /><br />I struggle with telling people that I fast because people are curious and ask a lot of questions. I understand that so here is a great <a href="http://daniel-fast.com/">website </a>with resources. I mostly struggle with people knowing because it is such a private and sacrificial affair between Jesus and me that I don’t like to share the experience with others.<br /><br />If you have never experienced fasting you should try it. People fast from all kinds of things, but I find food works best for me. I do caution against fasting from just anything. If you fast from the internet and then don’t spend the time you would normally spend on the internet with Jesus then you aren’t really fasting. If you have fasted in the past and really didn’t get what all the hoopla is about perhaps you weren’t fasting from something you can’t live without, which drives you to the feet of Jesus. Which is where going without food leads me- at the sweet feet of Jesus! Exactly where I need to be right now- on my knees in worship, where life becomes clear and direction becomes irrelevant because just knowing that Jesus is the bread and water of my life is enough!<br /><br />When I finish my fast I will be renewed and refreshed so watch out I might start sing praises out loud in the Grocery store or the girls and I might take our “car worship” out onto hwy 365 for all to see! </span></div><p><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a> </p>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-88644566329197623052010-10-07T15:57:00.005-04:002010-10-07T16:14:17.602-04:00Laughing With Our Little Ladies #2<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This past weekend we were out of town for a wedding that Ryan and the twins were in. This is the last wedding we will have to participate in for awhile. Thank goodness.<br /><br />Anyways, we stayed at a hotel where they had continental breakfast so on Saturday morning the twins and I went downstairs to grab a bite and fix something for Brennan and Ryan. While I was preparing food for the masses Bree and Blythe were watching Good Morning America. As I sat down I halfway heard the commercial on TV, but I <strong>COMPLETELY</strong> saw Bree’s eyes widen with curiosity and wonder.<br /><br />Yes, in less than 60 seconds the propaganda of our great society took my daughters mind to a place where I am not sure I would have ever been ready for it to go. And as if I was watching in slow motion the question flopped out of her mouth before I could distract her. Great! Now, Blythe is intrigued by Bree’s question and they are both looking at me awaiting an answer.<br /><br />“A disease. Yes, a disease that people don’t talk about.”<br /><br />Well, hopefully that was the end of that.<br /><br />But, I would like to thank the makers of Cialis. You allowed me to have another opportunity to think on the fly, creatively avoiding a conversation with my children. It’s nice to know this particular mothering skill is sharp in case of an emergency. However, I could have gone my whole life without hearing my 4 year old say, “… erectile dysfunction”. </span></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Here are a few pics from latter on that day...</p><br /><br /></span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKsDj4LXCZZUfpHnD8D7QrTCUhzC_EWtwYN05YlGxvzq6ckSfy4sED3GSUUMqoMVnbsenob1al4dlkwUwXLmQm2FEaM2iq4KB61JAzL6ISUChyphenhyphensMZ74MPVsmChFuAJgg8ogFffA21it4/s1600/latesummer+170.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525398018755596194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKsDj4LXCZZUfpHnD8D7QrTCUhzC_EWtwYN05YlGxvzq6ckSfy4sED3GSUUMqoMVnbsenob1al4dlkwUwXLmQm2FEaM2iq4KB61JAzL6ISUChyphenhyphensMZ74MPVsmChFuAJgg8ogFffA21it4/s200/latesummer+170.jpg" /></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525397572398424898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP300RS19or4AYOmyzu_Ghil1zpWEYZ7K19Z9Oe5mx4tls5ODZWZb0x394J13drbKhVDnS_2UHUCzChB9Z_pfuUPiYoWz033fSA6GPU4qR1ikh7c1D0ve4oO6y49mlgtHXiAyL_dJ0Ly4/s200/latesummer+161.jpg" /><br /></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-77786128115924527852010-10-05T16:23:00.002-04:002010-10-05T16:26:44.066-04:00Football Lesson #1Oppps I thought I posted this already!<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>PASS HANDOFF and PITCH???</strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Ok I have it- no big deal. Expect when they hand off or pitch; sometimes I don’t see where the ball goes. Thank God for DVR and replays. WOW- that is something I never thought I would say!! I mean maybe about the DVR recording my “stories”, but not about football.<br /><br />*BOUNS LESSON- you can’t win football games on field goals ALONE<br /><br />**BOUNS LESSON 2- Well, maybe you can if you toss in a couple of TD’s for good measure!<br /><br />GO GA TECH!<br /></span></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-1139522809960702522010-09-28T09:20:00.002-04:002010-09-28T22:29:05.220-04:0099.9%So a couple of weeks ago Ryan and I celebrated out 7 year anniversary- yes a milestone totally worthy of it’s own blog post. However, right before I was about to post I decided to take “the test”- yep that one. Before I go any further I have to tell you that Ryan and I were not trying, in fact I have an IUD in place to prevent such an occurrence. Are we totally opposed to having a 4th? Na, but the birth of our 3rd is in our recent past and we are not mentally or physically ready. Are we totally sure we want a 4th? Na, life is finally starting to settle since #3 has reached the 1 year milestone and thought of backtracking so soon is a little unsettling. <br /><br />Negative- the test was negative. The results were however were irrelevant to a women who’s been in “that” condition a total of 7 times. There is absolutely no mistaking the symptoms. <br /><br />So on the first day of our 8th year of marriage I take test #2- positive. See I told you- positive. There was no mistaking- this is really going to be my 8th time to be in “that” condition. <br /><br />What are the odds?- <br />Less than 8 in 1,000 to be exact. (According to the Mirena pamphlet.)<br /><br />I could buy 1,000 lotto tickets and none of them would be winners, but Ryan and I can bat eyes at each other and I can get lucky! <br /><br />I really should take the time to blog about the day Bree and Blythe were conceived- it’s pretty comical- much like the rest of our lives. But, anyways on that day the nurse told me that Ryan was the biggest depositor she had seen in a long time and ALL of his swimmers were usable. –APARENTLY- something she doesn’t get to see very often. CLEARLY- this must still be the case since they seem to have bypassed the plastic thinga magigger in their way. <br /><br />Subsequently, I took 10 more test all of which were positive. ***Note- The Equate brand pregnancy tests are very good at picking up the slightest traces of hcg. <br /><br />Being in the state of shock I was in my weekend was flooded in tears and anticipation for Tuesday- the day my new blood work would be back. <br /><br />It is over- I am no longer in “that” condition. <br /><br />Perception- really is all that changed. <br />I am ready for #4? <br />Will it just be #4 or could it mean #4, #5, and #6? <br />God must really want me to have #4 if he knocked down the little plastic barricades.<br />Do I want #4 or do I want to wear a belt again? -I haven’t worn one since #1 & #2 came along.<br />Can my “dumb” cervix make it through #4? –I mean my incompetent cervix.<br />Can I raise #4? <br />Can I be faithful in prayer for #4?<br />Do I have what it takes to teach #4 to love Jesus?<br />Will I have what it takes to discipline consistently and gently? <br />I might actually have to drive a mini van…<br />Will Ryan and I be able to give #4 the opportunities they deserve?<br />What does God require of a mother of 4 little disciples? <br />Will #4 make my butt grow like #1, 2, and 3 did?<br />I just want a boob job and a tummy tuck- can they do that when they do my c-section? <br />I thought we were going to start doing mission trips as a family- I mean I wanted you to send us out God!!<br />Is this home my mission field? Or is that what cop-outs resort to? –“Oh my home is my mission.”<br />Maybe my mission is being a mother- maybe our children are your “chosen generation”…<br /><br />Perception. Is that all that has changed or have our hearts changed, mine and Ryan’s? <br />I can’t help, but to think of all the ladies in the bible who prayed for children- Sarah, Hannah, Rachel and how I used to relate to them. How many doctors told me my endometriosis was too severe and I may have problems conceiving. Each of these biblical mothers desired children and in God’s time they were blessed and blessed abundantly.<br /><br />Abundance- that is the God I serve, a God of abundance. <br /><br />So what does that mean for our family? I don’t know- ask God. But, right now- we are a family of five (that still use bc) who worship a God of abundance. <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-15418472241266425752010-08-31T15:16:00.004-04:002010-09-02T22:41:09.729-04:00Quotes from Ronnie Green ICU<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">My dad started having chest pains last Thursday and after I gave him 2 baby aspirin he headed to HCMC ER. Following some abnormal test results he was sent to the Ronnie Green Heart Center at Northeast Georgia Medical Center.<br /><br />It wasn’t until he arrived at RGHC that he actually had a small heart attack. The first couple of days were bad for him and scary for us. After his cath they told us that he would need open heart surgery- which leads me to today.<br /><br />I am warming the floor here in the waiting room because my family and our friends have overtaken this small uninviting room. Our loved ones have turned this cold and sterilely decorated room into a warm inviting niche inside this big hospital. This out pouring of hospitality, love and support has created a sense of comfort and peace for my family.<br /><br />With that said instead of sitting here driving myself crazy as I wait I have decided to document some of the better moments of the last 5 days. These are just a collection of short humorous moments with my dad. Enjoy!<br /><br />* Dad will not remove his shorts or empty his pockets, which contain his pocket knife, wallet, cell phone, keys, and miscellaneous notes. Mom finally got him to give her his cell phone so he says to me, “SHE confiscated my phone, I cain’t call nobody”. When he finally sent mom his wallet by my brothers he had rubber banded it together (so nothing would fall out). It wasn’t until the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGXYt1KSijYcUtVprLoALk5yHWEDTl7_kdRkO2-rrrFoUTAIyPWCnmYybrNQkmHxd1jy0x3ITYkIPa2jmR9st8GkLI1yDc16ySUOqdTEil5X__o-YC99oU2e4q4QCRNc4TNQYIN5zq78/s1600/0826002043%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511662241272751570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGXYt1KSijYcUtVprLoALk5yHWEDTl7_kdRkO2-rrrFoUTAIyPWCnmYybrNQkmHxd1jy0x3ITYkIPa2jmR9st8GkLI1yDc16ySUOqdTEil5X__o-YC99oU2e4q4QCRNc4TNQYIN5zq78/s400/0826002043%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a>next day when they took him to get his cath that he gave up the shorts.<br /><br />* I called mom to bring his cpap machine because his oxygen would dip when he was sleeping. He yells out, “NOOOOOO! I don’t need that, this machine over here only beeped one time last night.” I respond, “that’s right dad because you were wearing the nasal cannula, but during your nap it has gone off continuously and your nurse asked if you had your cpap with you”. He stiffs up and says, “awe hell- that damn machine beeps all the time. The damn thing is just broken”. RIGGGGGHHHHHTTTTT<br /><br />* Jonathan drank a Red Bull while visiting Dad at the later visitation time. When he finished he left it on Dad’s tray. When the nurse came in Jonathan said while pointing to the empty can, “hey, do think it would be ok if my Dad had another one, they are his favorite”. The long pause was followed by burst of laughter.<br /><br />* One morning the nurse (who was male) came in to introduce himself, Dad responded, “you know I was trained to kill, I spent 25 years perfecting the art”.<br /><br />* The nurse told him he needed another blood test, when dad heard the cart rolling down the hallway he said, “here comes the vampires, those damn ladies have about drained me dry”.<br /><br />* This one is a quote that was repeated many many times, “this food ain’t worth shit”. –Steve Patton<br /><br />* To a nurse dad said, “hey- you know I just got out of the hospital. They finally let me have sharp objects about 2 weeks ago.” Seriously Dad, some of these people don’t know you are joking.<br /><br />* I told Dad I had spoke with Dr. Garrett. He said, “I hope you told him I’m ok and I ain’t through giving him hell yet”.<br /><br />Some of you don’t know my Dad that well and let me tell you- you are missing out! He is the funniest man! So full of humor and life and piss and vinegar. I love him to pieces. How could I not- he was the first man that ever loved me.<br /><br />As much as we have laughed, today was also marked by tears and fears, both of which we tossed at the feet of Jesus. We are free of those burdens and are looking forward to the morning.<br /><br />** The sweetest moment of the day had to have been the moment my Dad and his brother did the manly head hug, choked back sobs, and cracked out the words, “I love you brother”.<br /><br />*** Update on my grandmother. She is still not doing well. She is at home, but remains sick.<br /><br /></span><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-78637149703659148912010-08-25T17:40:00.004-04:002010-08-25T21:01:03.974-04:00"All I Ask For is 3 Months"It has started.<br /><br />Football Season.<br /><br />Ryan is a LOVER of football! All football from little league to Pro. He has a favorite college team, but really he holds no bisas so long as the team is not playing Georgia Tech. Yes, Tech is his favorite team and if you really knew him it wouldn’t surprise you.<br /><br />As much as he loves football and is a sport fanatic in general; deep down he is a dork. That’s right a dork and he won’t deny it. He hides it well, but don’t be fooled by his charade. He was always the teacher’s pet, a title he is actually proud of. (I can’t tell you how often his old teachers come up to me and say, “I just loved having Ryan in my class. He was one of the best students I’ve ever tought”. –GAG!) This Teacher’s Pet continues to be a lover of math and physics; pocket protectors and calculators.<br /><br />His gift of ingenuity and his passion for math naturally leads him to favor Georgia Tech over the other obvious choice. But, really unless UGA is playing GT it doesn’t matter he truly loves the game.<br /><br />It is the dawn of football season and he’s already started saying, “all I ask for is 3 months, you can have me the other 9- I just need 3 months”. That is what he says, what he actually means is, “I want you to sit on the couch while I sit in ‘my chair’ and watch at least 3 games with me on Saturday and Sunday and at least 1 maybe 2 games with me if it’s a week night. Make sure the kids don’t bug me and that I am only required to have miminal participation in their lives. I require a pantry that is well stocked with munchies and we need to have enough ‘Daddy Cokes’ on hand for any major upsets or seat clenchers. OH, the most important thing for you to do is remain QUITE- DO NOT under any circumstance ask questions reguarding the rules of the game”.<br /><br />I really want Ryan to have the desires of his heart, but so far in our relationship I have only been able to fulfill part of his request. He does watch a lot of football durning season and I am pretty good at keeping the kids out of his hair and the drinks and snacks are easy enough. It’s the last part that I’m not so good at- sit quite and pretend you like what you are seeing and that you totally understand it.<br /><br />I don’t have any reason in specific for not loving football. In fact- for as long as I can remember football has been a part of my life. I remember toddling around the practice field at Central Gwinnett High School while my older brother practiced. I remember dancing under the staduium lights in my tutu and ballet shoes on Friday nights at CGHS. I remember hot chocolate and snuggling with my dad on the black and gold bleachers to keep warm. I remember my dad and his friends getting ready to tailgate at Georgia Tech games. I remember on Saturdays the T.V. was forever locked on games. I remember my baby brother sporting his blue and orange jersery like it was a Gucci suit. I remember my mom organizing booster club meetings and t-shirt sales. I remember the stinky pads, cleats, gym clothes, and grass satins. I remember traveling to Rhodes College to watch one of my good friends play ball. I remember taking pictures of my parents and little brother on senior night at Habersham Central High School. I remember watching Ryan play through googly eyes and then trying not to gag from his stench when he wanting his after game hug (I had no problem with hugs after he showered ;)). With all these wonderful memories one would think I would love football or at least autumn. But, trouth be told I just don’t enjoy the game like Ryan does and actually I am really more of a summertime girl.<br /><br />*Note- I did not say I don’t like football, I said I don’t love football. I think some of my dislike of the sport comes from my lack of football comprehension (Ryan would consider that a learning deficiency.) So in an effort to fulfill Ryan’s request in full. I have been doing some reading and youtube watching. We will see soon enough if my studies have paid off. Though I don’t believe football will ever be one of my passions, at least I might be able to keep up WITHOUT asking questions.<br /><br />So to my Helluva of an Engineer – there will be plenty of clear whisky, your daughters will be dressed in white and gold- they will cheer on the brave and bold. To hell with Georgia- drink to all good fellows who come from far and near –You, ramblin', gamblin', hell of an engineer.<br /><br />I hope the next 3 months are all you expect them to be.<br /><br /><br />GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JACKETS!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509088645842812834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYd9shFgUhvn3mGS05AXrto60RVwxKNk7byxkzTGEA8hyl6HN5GNS43-nIxHTFqSBD-xvB0zYEq9RWYAlhjHelLuOMF8gdWpuU2mCcE-PNe0XBqiL2z0QwSM4VUAVpaH1hrVi7JKHlQ0/s400/splashBand.jpg" /><u><span style="color:#810081;"></span></u><br /><br /><br />Below is the song I wanted to have playing, but I guess it's too new. Anyway, you can listen to the video, but you may have to turn my music off on the side- something a few of you won't mind doing I am sure. ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.cmt.com/videos/kenny-chesney/547722/the-boys-of-fall.jhtml?xrs=share_blogger">Kenny Chesney - "The Boys Of Fall"</a>: "Hemingway's Whiskey"<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-34366369073592930872010-08-18T16:03:00.002-04:002010-08-19T14:50:38.062-04:00REST<div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him. Psalm 62:1<br /><br />I know my post have been few and far between lately; my life has been insanely busy. As full of activity as life has been this spring and summer I have held on to a promise God has been whispering to me- “I will give you rest soon”.<br /><br />So in my mind I assumed the rest would come during the vacation “I” planned- 7 days of rest…<br /><br />Here are the pictures from our “restful” days- <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507193436986996530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBNwO-WQkZeamjJQ1x5zkJwa0fRaIFL-iN1H3QpI1astLMCFRezLPttc_hG9SnOZljujM8JTGhDAwQHO3OA9mafTMF5EL5WrU-4PPpC5FRnTlw7_DAU9oQdRiYc6BeHmk01BjBMNdZAxA/s400/summerfun1.jpg" /><br /><br />Well, you know and I know all that fun did not come about without loads of laboring. I was beginning to become angry with God for not providing me with the “rest” he promised and I so desperately needed. Since we were on vacation shouldn’t he have worked it in this week?<br /><br />On the last day Ryan and my dad packed the car and my mom watched Brennan as I suited up the twins and we caught one more wave before we left.<br /><br />It was early and the beach was empty so I placed my chair at the edge of the water. The girls danced to the rhythm of the ocean. They picked up shells and marveled at the mighty work of God. Blythe stared at the water with me saying, “Wow Mom! God did a great job with this beach and the ocean! He made this just for me just for today”. All I could say is, “yes, yes he did”.<br /><br />As they played I searched for my camera or my cell to take their pictures as they played- I left them in the room. I had no idea how I was going to remember this moment. I wanted so badly not to forget their pony tails swinging back and forth as they ran in and out of the waves; their polka dot bikinis and their Coppertone fannies; their giggles when the waves splashed their faces; the mountain of shells they piled in the sand; the sound of their voices filled with excitement; and the prayer of thanksgiving they each offered up to our Marvelous and Wonderful creator.<br /><br />Then, the Holy Spirit whispered a secret in my ear. I was rested- in that short outing to the beach I was rested and I was enjoying a special moment with my sweet girls. The Holy Spirit was telling me I didn’t need a photo to remember. It was an experience that will be forever etched in the minds of myself and my daughters. A moment created by God, in an ocean created by God, on a beach created by God, with my daughters who were created by God. It was BEAUTIFUL!</span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a> </div>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-29541799789885594552010-07-01T09:13:00.005-04:002010-07-01T14:20:23.993-04:00<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Breannan,<br /><br />You turned ONE today. I know you do not completely understand all that is going on because you keep looking at me like, “mom, why do these people keep saying ‘happy birthday’ to me and mom, could you please take the stupid crown off my head?” Well, no my love I can not take the “stupid crown” off your head. I want everyone to know it’s your birthday; I want them to know so they can celebrate you with us.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Brennan, you were born one year ago today on your Dad’s birthday. (You were the best gift he has ever gotten!) You have changed so much over the past year and you will continue to change and evolve as the years past by. There are a few things that I want you to understand over the years-<br /><br />Know that I will always love you and you will always be my sweet love.<br /><br />I want you to know that you were created in the image of God- beautiful in sight and in spirit.<br /><br />Know that you are highly favored by God and that he has great plans for you.<br /><br />Understand that God choose for us to be together- our relationship is not one of choice, but appointment. You were chosen by God to be my daughter and I was chosen by God to be your mother- I am blessed because of his choice and I pray I serve him well!<br /><br />I want you to know that happiness is circumstantial, but having a content spirit will give you lasting joy.<br /><br />Understand that God longs for you to desire him- so soak him up in worship, in prayer and in study.<br /><br />Realize that God took the greatest risk in the history by giving each of us a free will- he did this so we could choose to be in a relationship with him- choose him, he will never fail you.<br /><br />I want you to know that you are a smart girl and your intelligence will continue to develop over the years, but wisdom has nothing to do with your cognitive skills; wisdom is comes from God- so pray for wisdom and discernment.<br /><br />Know that you are an extension of the love of Christ- people will know him because his love spills out of you.<br /><br />Realize that when you choose your husband his first love should be Jesus- he can not truly love you if he does not love Jesus- God is love.<br /><br />Understand that being in a relationship with God should convict your spirit to be obedient to his laws and commandments- he created these so that we can be close to him. Again Brennan, God desires you.<br /><br />I want you to realize that your life will be filled with celebrations, successes, and accomplishments; it will also be filled with uncertainty, disappointments, and trails- all of these things are a part of God’s greater plan so be faithful and graceful through them all.<br /><br />Know that God knows you will not always understand his greater plan- the disciples didn’t always either, they questioned him and he knows there will be times that you will too.<br /><br /><br />I want you to know that in one short year you have already fulfilled part of God’s BIG plan- you have been such a blessing to me- when I hold you it’s like holding onto a tiny piece of God’s love- it’s overwhelming!<br /><br />Lastly, know that you have brought me closer to God. I want you to see me glorify God in ALL things, I want you to know God’s love through me, I want you to see me choosing to be in a relationship with him, I want you to see and hear me pray, I want you see me studying his word and laws, I want you to see me being obedient to his commandments, I want you to see me become wiser over the years, I want you to see your dad and I have a strong marriage, I want you to feel my content spirit, I want you to look at me and say, “my mom is highly favored by God and created in his image”, and I want you to see me completely lost in worship of our Great and Mighty God.<br /><br />Brennan, I pray that I serve our God well through you! He has entrusted me with his child- I pray that you are his greatest accomplishment! </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>Happy 1st birthday my sweet love!<br /></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Love,<br />Your Mother</span> </strong><br /><strong><br /><br /></strong><strong></strong><strong></strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488943269201382066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVSUnWxygPrxUzEvzo_D0HgjtaHA98pWwWewc6ryPfMSLvIbC7GFJMb7TJm04Xl9Hcrf1w51lJ6vYHzN3MNIHJYin1QgPvJ2wGAMXG57c74QcfjBi78jkQP0WZiMb6rvtvX7puToMOhSU/s400/Summer+2009.jpg" /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-15773982324265184512010-06-29T21:19:00.002-04:002010-06-29T21:46:15.739-04:00Laughing with Our Little Ladies<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">So I’ve decided to journal some of the sassiness, craziness, and cuteness of our girls. My grandmother tells me that, “everyone’s kettle is the blackest”. You may agree with her philosophy and think my stories are not all that great and a little annoying, but just don’t tell me. So here it goes-<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>“Laughing with Our Little Ladies”</strong><br /></span><br />This afternoon while Brennan was napping I decided to take the girls outside with me to weed the flower beds and the garden. We were weeding the last section of flowers when<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KHtVeIdq0BGoQ7NXw8okZ7PXKilZhe2xaM9vQ53MT2IuaUH9urKAZenFK4xXT-c1mODAG-WXzLXHvwDcLFYTi7dxSSgxgFjZrv1TrFIP7Nah4yivcTRoVzR-npH6j6xlyGYZORGVxZc/s1600/summer2+044.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488371509800528482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KHtVeIdq0BGoQ7NXw8okZ7PXKilZhe2xaM9vQ53MT2IuaUH9urKAZenFK4xXT-c1mODAG-WXzLXHvwDcLFYTi7dxSSgxgFjZrv1TrFIP7Nah4yivcTRoVzR-npH6j6xlyGYZORGVxZc/s400/summer2+044.jpg" /></a> I decided to cut some hydrangeas and calla lilies for our house. The girls held the flowers since my bucket was full of veggies from the garden.<br />Blythe held onto her bundle tightly stating, “I’m holding mine like a bouquet, Mom. One day I am going to have a husband and I will pick flowers and he will cook the steaks”.<br />Ummmm, is this what she thinks Ryan and I are like??? Hehehehehe- all steaks and flowers.<br />Bree pipes in as we are about to go inside, “yeah, I would marry Hayden [Gailey] if he would quit running from me”.<br />Ummmm, once again I don’t know how to respond…. so I try, “baby one day he will”.<br />Again her next comment leaves me speechless, “well mom, I can’t wait forever”.<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-71381200248999566452010-06-23T21:54:00.007-04:002010-06-29T21:44:32.415-04:00Mama’s Baby<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><strong>Jonathan Hester Patton completed our family on July 12, 1982! I was just 14 months old when he swooped in and stole my glory! After his arrival my only mark of fame in our family is that I am the “only girl”. Our family of 5 was now perfect!<br /><br /><br />The 3 of us have the best mom in the world. She has an incredible way of making each one of us feel special; she has never believed she has to give each of us the same thing, but instead she gives each of us what we need when we need it. Expect for one thing- her prayers we are each prayed for religiously and have been since before our births.<br /><br /><br />Though my mom has never showed one of us more affection than the other we all know where she stands when it comes to her “baby boy”. He still goes home on Saturday mornings for pancakes- homemade- not Bisquick! He still sleeps with the same blue blanket from his crib. He still gets his “own special pan” of banana pudding. He still melts her heart. He still has beautiful brown curls and wide and curious blue eyes. He still has his tiny little hand wrapped around her finger.<br /><br />And she is still his whole world. He laps up her banana pudding and stacks her pancakes high. He demands that his friends, his wife and complete strangers respect her. He makes choices in his life based on her wisdom. He loves being “Mama's baby”. </strong></span><br /><br /><div><br /><div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><strong>And she loves that he is her "baby"! She will let nothing- I mean NOTHING- not even prision gates keep her from him. She will continue to make "his" favorite foods and repair his blanket. She will never stop praying for him. He will always be her "baby". <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh8UrlpRnndsfII5JVx00y69GoWb4ijIoaQE2UtYCOm3IUrUmAPnsHajURCrgPQXuFjS92MID2Bpa4yKzYlc4p893iPDM6gryDKG75fTQ3pJ7zOrHUDYW0pFatNB0FgPMpU4z5OkQtcig/s1600/joncas.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486162316820999538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh8UrlpRnndsfII5JVx00y69GoWb4ijIoaQE2UtYCOm3IUrUmAPnsHajURCrgPQXuFjS92MID2Bpa4yKzYlc4p893iPDM6gryDKG75fTQ3pJ7zOrHUDYW0pFatNB0FgPMpU4z5OkQtcig/s200/joncas.jpg" /></a></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"><strong><br />This past Saturday JonJon married Casey! It was a beautiful wedding, but this moment stole the night- at least for me. </div><br /><br /><br />The mother/son dance… <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486156320665634082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_UjgF__TwPcJtkb1-6ym-BW4wG2Xm-6b5kX5124sLYeg7lFBTqmqWZjbmEOQmKE8VodPsQM33PzJX4KLqHkjlbQG6zTkDO9FM9naemEIOeIXLwgaY7lDVYbTPfMvH0cu2YoYzs4rSD0/s400/mama.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="left">They were sobbing (and that is understating it)! So everyone else was too! What a special bond!<br /><br /><br />Disclaimer: My older brother Stephen and my mom have a special relationship because he was an only child for 7 years. My mom and I have our own special relationship because I am the only girl! As much as we tease her about JonJon we each have our own “special things” with her. She is truly a special lady and we are blessed to have her as our mother.</p><p align="left">P.S. I added some extra pictures of the day! I made all of these- expect the bride! But I did make the cake and the flowers and the flower girls! ;)</strong></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-v7rj_5TyJDq2tV2acmhSUFXda3iivBUinRZTcWcouconD4XDmt2QQ8sINCrhUbIv9xW82x5FFnyzKD8IxxKrFmt-yUSXaGSZarh7ufqBVV6aqGxejeCRfzO5-mXbP-bXtvkYV9oS6s/s1600/girls.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486162702423886626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-v7rj_5TyJDq2tV2acmhSUFXda3iivBUinRZTcWcouconD4XDmt2QQ8sINCrhUbIv9xW82x5FFnyzKD8IxxKrFmt-yUSXaGSZarh7ufqBVV6aqGxejeCRfzO5-mXbP-bXtvkYV9oS6s/s200/girls.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8I5Vk_UeM-4-MFKek7Pfjk-EWypW8GjMkMTLavkwtVAapy3rexudb8AlcHnDpFNT2aBIWpZWkKqjNN7I11b_MUgQh4EwFNXKPHlbklLN3KAU9B_qxIFXXg_DKR4GSlwNmhPB07ibYmyY/s1600/cake.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486162832567520978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8I5Vk_UeM-4-MFKek7Pfjk-EWypW8GjMkMTLavkwtVAapy3rexudb8AlcHnDpFNT2aBIWpZWkKqjNN7I11b_MUgQh4EwFNXKPHlbklLN3KAU9B_qxIFXXg_DKR4GSlwNmhPB07ibYmyY/s200/cake.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7qoAIlCoBjTagSLmdPCH-ReQypoxD32edspU0hyphenhyphenrYfULYQhK1nRoRsmEgPIHjuAWTgVRAjERTbeE-dwXnR3g-KUdrABHNOQauNSc5NQClXEMpi8rgI4EBIzhaRuILshFFfI3UiLLeWs/s1600/cake2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486163194650662738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7qoAIlCoBjTagSLmdPCH-ReQypoxD32edspU0hyphenhyphenrYfULYQhK1nRoRsmEgPIHjuAWTgVRAjERTbeE-dwXnR3g-KUdrABHNOQauNSc5NQClXEMpi8rgI4EBIzhaRuILshFFfI3UiLLeWs/s200/cake2.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3CMo1oV8T2qyvjlGhLvxmMVfr39hxoMG87In2D83zCKgVDO5mcjXhM2p2ijZjntXg2fNFyewHKMG-IxxEUadli1KXwAX7wIUr_NKQrWO9GlAKzDqBCVSRx0KswtOrEMX0yzh0n87fHI/s1600/flowers.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486163332153438450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3CMo1oV8T2qyvjlGhLvxmMVfr39hxoMG87In2D83zCKgVDO5mcjXhM2p2ijZjntXg2fNFyewHKMG-IxxEUadli1KXwAX7wIUr_NKQrWO9GlAKzDqBCVSRx0KswtOrEMX0yzh0n87fHI/s200/flowers.jpg" /></a></p><p align="left">All the photos are by Artistic Images!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a></p></div></div>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-4088018063167113242010-05-31T21:25:00.004-04:002010-05-31T21:49:53.155-04:00Did I breathe… I can’t remember???<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><strong>Since Blythe and Bree’s birthday the theme song for our life could be Mo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tUoC31v7g9WZ40Z342I-2XLQlqqxTJ9B9X6tdj_85qlK4U3yRv30ijel_Cwz_oL8xUgU7Iw584xpb_Q4T5flNbOd1oaldD9T0mCUx5y6rQQrAKW_GDdX2gCkHKORCr3qBN7rSipK1iQ/s1600/rustyastona.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477615280048810978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tUoC31v7g9WZ40Z342I-2XLQlqqxTJ9B9X6tdj_85qlK4U3yRv30ijel_Cwz_oL8xUgU7Iw584xpb_Q4T5flNbOd1oaldD9T0mCUx5y6rQQrAKW_GDdX2gCkHKORCr3qBN7rSipK1iQ/s200/rustyastona.jpg" /></strong></span></a>z<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBjH3iEmg6nbZ1uYCTurxWvaeAiXXKj6Lbxf6kEFjG1A8tVKs4M83andaBhQOCMxm4Dhracr00Med4YxVfNMWBZupjEKddchtHT2omav09gKe4oHNsKNh3dIayto9eliBUg-gLY9bQ54/s1600/brennanastona.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477614495082380834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIBjH3iEmg6nbZ1uYCTurxWvaeAiXXKj6Lbxf6kEFjG1A8tVKs4M83andaBhQOCMxm4Dhracr00Med4YxVfNMWBZupjEKddchtHT2omav09gKe4oHNsKNh3dIayto9eliBUg-gLY9bQ54/s200/brennanastona.jpg" /></strong></span></a>art’s William</strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><strong> Tell Overture.<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><strong><br />We have celebrated the twins 4th birthday.<br />We celebrated my 29th birthday.<br />The girls and I went to my sister-n-laws wedding shower.<br />We have had visitors from Alamaba.<br />I’ve hosted a baby shower with some of my other friends.<br />I went to my brother and his fiancé Casey’s wedding shower.<br />We celebrated one of our visitor’s birthday; Karoline turned 6!<br />I celebrated my friend Abigail’s birthday. <br />Enjoyed fun Cinco De Mayo festivities. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUmbM-pygd2WqrKiYHvXm9MgvdW9BicTIPdPr8mdyjtsq8mpwR2PQKZjiKNeKrlO1ovFrcHlPX2ePv_ajcz9LbIbtQeNNu8Pozjrx-mx9Xty-AhM_Ue6JDbsLCDCj6NoIei7y-v4sk8w/s1600/jonjoncasy.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><strong><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477615520504714706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUmbM-pygd2WqrKiYHvXm9MgvdW9BicTIPdPr8mdyjtsq8mpwR2PQKZjiKNeKrlO1ovFrcHlPX2ePv_ajcz9LbIbtQeNNu8Pozjrx-mx9Xty-AhM_Ue6JDbsLCDCj6NoIei7y-v4sk8w/s200/jonjoncasy.jpg" /></strong></span></a><br />We had 3 Mother’s Day get-togethers.<br />Saw my sister-n-law & her fiancé Rusty off to the Bahamas where they were married.<br />I partied with Andrea and our friends for her birthday.<br />Welcomed visitor’s from New Hampshire.<br />Prepared for and enjoyed a reception for my sister-n-law Astona and new brother-n-law.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"><strong>-All of this in less than a month.<br /><br />Somewhere in all this I have seen God work amazing things in our lives… right down to pennies at times.<br /><br />Though there is not any end in sight- we still have end of the year parties and graduation, more showers and 1 more wedding. There is comfort, solitude, peace and rest in God. Just knowing that God is the “concertmaster” makes rockin’ out to W.T. Overture a little easier.<br /></strong></span><div><div>****All the photos are by Artistic Images****<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a></div></div>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-51426915699878687632010-05-17T14:33:00.010-04:002010-05-17T14:50:02.702-04:00<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">I posted several weeks ago that Blythe and Bree have turned 4, which means they had a PARTY! We’ve been so busy the past couple of weeks that I haven’t had the chance to write about all the fun! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472310608362511506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqQin2WYj18C5M8sMWvbwCWknx-qjNgkLI7fE42eVKKTYE-v3hS-phg79HtmutMLUYSnR61UZH8mTJu0lPm3oqm3vBdXeN9sj3v6qDzrSMxRIed-8F02iFenqfq6Ue9ce3cO1cyyO18pY/s200/Spring+482.jpg" /> </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">We started planning in February; they went back in forth between a tea party and a mermaid party. Finally, the girls settled on a mermaid party, which turned out to be a splash! Since their birthday fell on a Saturday we partied all day.<br /><div><div><div><div><div></span></span></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcUA3Y61X2Y2T1KLtQQff88MMxJ9vBf_AdIrkq-v7gQf6jsS9TgFgA7M4MK82cIlIHSoMW8gZCecxRz7sBDlMC9H_rcNoKq-Z1geDFSHUMEoaWeFWyLtK10bpc1KdI6e5zTS5NnF0W3c/s1600/P4230135.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472311884452962626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcUA3Y61X2Y2T1KLtQQff88MMxJ9vBf_AdIrkq-v7gQf6jsS9TgFgA7M4MK82cIlIHSoMW8gZCecxRz7sBDlMC9H_rcNoKq-Z1geDFSHUMEoaWeFWyLtK10bpc1KdI6e5zTS5NnF0W3c/s200/P4230135.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWJGYoU1hZfZS14slSrvEpu454o4OQaKNu8T2dvnMOJ0b_obetb0hczS7BU_Mm22_gFAw0N3NhDkAWIJnGh_Y3xNC6iwQ5RSGKyukKsnYful4I8hCjvD1OokWeaizEPHR1Sgtr6AJtYg/s1600/P4240141.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472312188058500738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWJGYoU1hZfZS14slSrvEpu454o4OQaKNu8T2dvnMOJ0b_obetb0hczS7BU_Mm22_gFAw0N3NhDkAWIJnGh_Y3xNC6iwQ5RSGKyukKsnYful4I8hCjvD1OokWeaizEPHR1Sgtr6AJtYg/s200/P4240141.JPG" /></a>Their day started early with a message in a bottle from a mermaid, whishing them a happy birthday. Then, we quickly got dressed, so we could have breakfast at Stoney’s with Grandmommy and Granddaddy. Breakfast didn’t take as long as I thought it would- the mermaids were too excited to eat. Instead of eating they spilled their milk on me; consequently we finished up and headed over to the aquatic center <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUuvnOEjoBhBSKvWmrlkUEe3mtmxIrbe7_9AXOWLbOzX9KVWe9lfSWgF0gLEscRT3DtMuJNCZbXIiaqHJsfIGQ-zMktticeamzcrbvxg0-73Q_CGy3zJWlMfDYfaIoT5JKqvmDBnHzi4/s1600/P4230134.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472311415374116434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNUuvnOEjoBhBSKvWmrlkUEe3mtmxIrbe7_9AXOWLbOzX9KVWe9lfSWgF0gLEscRT3DtMuJNCZbXIiaqHJsfIGQ-zMktticeamzcrbvxg0-73Q_CGy3zJWlMfDYfaIoT5JKqvmDBnHzi4/s200/P4230134.JPG" /></a>to set up for their party. At the aquatic center Blythe and Bree played with their friends and made sand art <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1s8cJjdRw4cLOyyR-q_19VrQC-oLFPfSqK2EmOrFKF_BLTPUJ29s7w2irE20x7NLFRIO3nBgezoedt2tNUwhY38Jf1_qmsndD4AuIgzQ0eOT2pFTf9DYgElND_7nx6mwvtV_Znp5BhM/s1600/Spring+491.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472310977706249906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1s8cJjdRw4cLOyyR-q_19VrQC-oLFPfSqK2EmOrFKF_BLTPUJ29s7w2irE20x7NLFRIO3nBgezoedt2tNUwhY38Jf1_qmsndD4AuIgzQ0eOT2pFTf9DYgElND_7nx6mwvtV_Znp5BhM/s200/Spring+491.jpg" /></a>(with pixie sticks so they could eat it), painted seashells, ate pizza and cake, and of course swam. Needless to say our 4 year old mermaids were waterlogged after that exciting day, but there was no napping once they got home. They talked non-stop and played with all their gifts. Since we <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFTHSrswk5MqUI9YbwyPo285L3PplswLuu4LbsyYo5CEIAmjAXgUUm5vaDcmFqoDxMZX76i_T0Eg4bsdagdLti-_OHk8aE5-qjCBxVcu0_waMr7AD87XJq0i-3SNlbbYAA07mQt_1svU/s1600/P4240156.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472312704524302018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFTHSrswk5MqUI9YbwyPo285L3PplswLuu4LbsyYo5CEIAmjAXgUUm5vaDcmFqoDxMZX76i_T0Eg4bsdagdLti-_OHk8aE5-qjCBxVcu0_waMr7AD87XJq0i-3SNlbbYAA07mQt_1svU/s200/P4240156.JPG" /></a>still had family in town we ate dinner at El Camp. Then, FINALLY the tide went out and so did the girls.<br /><br /></div></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><br />*****I have to tell*****<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><br />Blythe said the sweetest thing to me while we were picking up a few things at Wal-mart the day before the party. I think I melted into a puddle in aisle 7!<br /></div></span></span><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">Blythe: "mom, lots of moms wouldn't do all this stuff, that's why you are good".<br />Me: "Thanks; is that your way of saying thank you?"<br />Blythe: "nope, that's just my way of saying I love you.<br /></div></span></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">Yes, I cried! It’s not very often that our children notice our efforts and especially at 4 years old.<br /></span><br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a> </div>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-33376040740317104802010-04-25T22:44:00.003-04:002010-04-25T23:13:39.670-04:003 Pounds to 30!<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">4 years ago yesterday God blessed Ryan and I with our firstborns. Within one minute Ryan and I became parents twice! I remember feeling completely confident that God had chosen that unique moment for them to be born. It was 9 weeks to soon, but perfect all the same.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXd0duzQ6YGsBMgQIjYESARTRofvdrnWeaAOeDDd8VJZKkpNBjI3Pkzqbf7E1YjOGAhchNxmAQ_Umd0qBgNMH9PFqStzq6tSr5utZTXnhTAYHqYIirkRT2IF5os880oCQyyc_liupdz8Y/s1600/Blythe.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 99px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275344908998738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXd0duzQ6YGsBMgQIjYESARTRofvdrnWeaAOeDDd8VJZKkpNBjI3Pkzqbf7E1YjOGAhchNxmAQ_Umd0qBgNMH9PFqStzq6tSr5utZTXnhTAYHqYIirkRT2IF5os880oCQyyc_liupdz8Y/s200/Blythe.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><br />I wish I could say I was blown away with by their beauty, but I have to be honest! Their skin was like leather, their eyes looked like they were bugging out, Blythe’s nose was squished flat, they squeaked instead of cried, there were parts of their body that were not completely formed and they were tiny- 3lbs 9oz. and 3lbs. 4oz.<br /><br />Their births enable me to have the unique opportunity to watch them develop and grow outside of my body- </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmbaQqfp32-0-WX6zZXUVbIv4WkwwDoVNGmfQQrjVL7VSkHmAaln4JNBylCoQnr8NfjjTBbm0yAG9NjAtp7FR-j3ibjqj6PET4wUTghEdfcyaBZHOSoGF-zExbJzxfrKpO4MfAw7DG46g/s1600/Bree.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 52px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275537227028786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmbaQqfp32-0-WX6zZXUVbIv4WkwwDoVNGmfQQrjVL7VSkHmAaln4JNBylCoQnr8NfjjTBbm0yAG9NjAtp7FR-j3ibjqj6PET4wUTghEdfcyaBZHOSoGF-zExbJzxfrKpO4MfAw7DG46g/s200/Bree.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">all I have to say is our God is an incredible engineer. I have been awe struck by God’s handy work- watching them grow from 3lbs. to 30. What a journey it has been…<br /><br />They no longer have leathery skin- it is beautiful, smooth, and it smells like sweat, sun screen, cookies, and strawberries.<br /><br />Their eyes don’t bug out anymore- Underneath the dark umbrella of Bree’s lashes are the prettiest light blue eyes and below Blythe’s eyelashes is a beautiful blue shade with a hint of green.<br /><br />Blythe’s nose is no longer squashed- her cute little pug nose can sniff out sugar faster than our dog can smell us cooking on the grill.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">They no longer squeak- they cry, they scream, they sing, they chatter, and they giggle. I love that their voices are a part of the music in our home.<br /><br />They are completely formed- and they continue to evolve and change daily and I am honored that God choose me to be the nurturing influence on them.<br /><br />It seems like yesterday I was visiting with them for the first time in the NICU- lingering at each incubator, staring at the 3 pound lumps inside, longing to touch and hold them. Four years and 30 lbs. later- I linger at their beds at night, I stare at their sweet sleeping faces, and sometimes I snuggle up to them and hold them tight!<br /><br />What a privilege it has been to be specifically chosen by God to bear his twins, to be a mother to 2 at once. What a unique and special time in mine and Ryan’s life. I am honored that God has entrusted us with these beautiful girls. I pray that we nurture and parent them in a way that is pleasing to him and that he will look on us favorably when our job has been completed.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464275868795381154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYXnGvX4D5yQ7OmJRLXhef9-1TcAi2sTGF9YPWT5lxp35o94ZzpUU3s0lTdfKi5S9jdO9AhuCsm0CvHTrtl7P6iJ7OnO7eJz-AdDl-GICUHuCmPRtHIBkj4rvLEZ29jpMxUz-9q5DnvpE/s200/Spring+256.jpg" /></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-9472975463536337152010-04-23T00:54:00.010-04:002010-04-23T01:26:19.936-04:00Triplets???<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">As if having a set of twins and a singleton is not enough our family is welcoming a set of triplets- and you guessed it they are all girls. (At least we think!)<br /><br />Have you passed out yet????<br /><br />HAHAHA- not human triplets! –DUCKS!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQ9mccSsIsbhT36tzKBGS4NtOUy18XpaCpw870ErI5doMjhaeS4l4cz2CNqVAWt7vDRQ8vTTJ9aVDg_BjYUzjTIqZEJZQybuKtQuqQWxotX4emxW0JSFToA6jHu4i6XHFYAammcA8OOc/s1600/Spring+220.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463193283654001538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQ9mccSsIsbhT36tzKBGS4NtOUy18XpaCpw870ErI5doMjhaeS4l4cz2CNqVAWt7vDRQ8vTTJ9aVDg_BjYUzjTIqZEJZQybuKtQuqQWxotX4emxW0JSFToA6jHu4i6XHFYAammcA8OOc/s200/Spring+220.jpg" /></a>For Easter my brother gave the girls ducks! What seemed like a harmless adventure, an educational experience and just plain fun for the girls has tuned into a lot of work for dear ole’ mom. These cute little critters are actually fluffy pooping machines. The girls named the new additions to our family: fluffy, Laine, and Sarah Grace.<br /><br /></span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Since the ducks have arrived we have had a few mishaps.<br /><br />The first being on the day of Brennan’s 9 month check up- yes that’s right I said 9 month. It is just so sad she is growing so fast. Anyways, while I was dressing Brennan, Bree and Blythe were letting their ducks out of the cage. This unfortunate event led to our late arrival at Dr. Garrett’s office. Leave it to the Walls’ crew to through off the good doctor’s schedule. I’m just glad their wasn’t anyone at home to enjoy watching me chase ducks in the driveway- an event I am sure was worthy of deep belly laughs!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2Dp9zWcQ2LQesDxDZXzNNAfMEWv3PtR_fCQs-wHKT0sHHyFweLPsCxMtbfXFORY00ROcoM49gRdp0u5aB6izFa-3z9wQT_wwBknbkhnoE_1M4KQp9qOvXUBkB75Yvs7mJiU5tQtgBAc/s1600/Spring+270.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463193721240395762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju2Dp9zWcQ2LQesDxDZXzNNAfMEWv3PtR_fCQs-wHKT0sHHyFweLPsCxMtbfXFORY00ROcoM49gRdp0u5aB6izFa-3z9wQT_wwBknbkhnoE_1M4KQp9qOvXUBkB75Yvs7mJiU5tQtgBAc/s200/Spring+270.jpg" /></a><br />The second unfortunate event involving the ducks nearly ended in tragedy. Aunt Astona wanted to see if they could swim so Ryan filled up a bucket in the yard and the girls and my nephew watched the ducks swim. When the ducks looked good and water logged we pulled them out an<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNz8G5QB9Z4Dk5E2_sK75LiDNISnSwfT_r1dvc7CCM_NqgOyVYgjfliV_YkrFb0w-_3MnWopJLsfBbPz0E-UQPMIuTdy4YdZdQEZvUwhWWhOAu1qvY7uAvMLsT8qkgOppGfAZ0ndhSMVM/s1600/Spring+273.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463194907605231570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNz8G5QB9Z4Dk5E2_sK75LiDNISnSwfT_r1dvc7CCM_NqgOyVYgjfliV_YkrFb0w-_3MnWopJLsfBbPz0E-UQPMIuTdy4YdZdQEZvUwhWWhOAu1qvY7uAvMLsT8qkgOppGfAZ0ndhSMVM/s200/Spring+273.jpg" /></a>d then…<br /><br />Sarah Grace fell over. I screamed, “Ryan you killed the duck, get a towel”. Oh crap- her feet stick straight out and she goes stiff! Lord have mercy- we are about to have a ducky funeral! There are bubbles coming out of the nostrils on her beak. All I could think is- how am I supposed to explain this to the girls who are watching wide <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRgOB0j6eEg8qDdhxOCT8LOk1Iq3oyx884gXfl1ydWAlR34-Kzzg7E6wP03opDOhRnH1oA3XZOr-X2iypqZEhLWrUqWN0CZNeGXBtRM3UkZXY_wMlDVZhh6yrnQwpLhYRQ0BLCRFTOwCU/s1600/Spring+338.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463195398458040322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRgOB0j6eEg8qDdhxOCT8LOk1Iq3oyx884gXfl1ydWAlR34-Kzzg7E6wP03opDOhRnH1oA3XZOr-X2iypqZEhLWrUqWN0CZNeGXBtRM3UkZXY_wMlDVZhh6yrnQwpLhYRQ0BLCRFTOwCU/s200/Spring+338.jpg" /></a>eyed!<br /><br />After lots of towel time and the warmth of her sisters, fluffy and Laine, Sarah Grace thawed out and was back to her old self by the next morning.<br /><br />Since that terrifying night the ducks have had no swim time and Ryan and I are eagerly waiting for their feathers <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIvxRQrcsfEg_ywOY_pnDZBb_VKsuLYzNEyyICVfE8mW8V38xQBGilG2l-5dkFdoVhWudEdQbyw19mVJrTEQiDAwcNcqrBQK5PXF4yMV5xi9btt68UmTtINxn1pjIASbwdOWHjfy0bOY/s1600/Spring+340.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463197281045194018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIvxRQrcsfEg_ywOY_pnDZBb_VKsuLYzNEyyICVfE8mW8V38xQBGilG2l-5dkFdoVhWudEdQbyw19mVJrTEQiDAwcNcqrBQK5PXF4yMV5xi9btt68UmTtINxn1pjIASbwdOWHjfy0bOY/s200/Spring+340.jpg" /></a>to turn white so we can take them back to my brother. He lives at Lake Hartwell and the ducks will be making the lake their permanent residence as well. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">(It looks like the ducks may be as ready to get away from those terrorizing twins as much as I am ready for them to move to the lake!) hehehe ;)</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-82049463875946568572010-04-12T10:37:00.004-04:002010-04-12T10:58:39.448-04:00When You Gotta' Go, You Gotta' GoI have no pictures to prove this happened, but those of you who know me know it is not outside the relm of possibilities!<br /><br />Saturday was another busy day at the Walls' home; like always I cramed our day full of fun! Ryan and Bree started the day by going to dump off the recycling and picking up breakfest, then Blythe and I ran to Wal-Mart to print their birthday invites. When I pulled in the driveway Ryan was ready to head out the door again to help his mom set up for his sister's shower. While he was gone I was going to get a quick shower. Since Brennan was napping and the girls were watching The Sound of Music I should have been able to jump in the shower and be out in no time. HAHAHAHAHA<br /><br />I turned the water on and undressed, then heard what I thought was a door closing, but shurgged it off and continued into the warm water. It was the begining of my 5 minutes of relaxing! -BAM! Lord have mercy- I can't even get 30 seconds.<br /><br />What was that???<br /><br />Turn off the water, leap out of the shower, quickly dry off, re-dress, run out of my bedroom.... OH MYGOODNESS!!!!!<br />There is a tiny white fanny in my face!<br /><br />Long story short- Bree decided to go outside alone and while she was out there she had to go poop- "werrly werrly bad". So she pooped in the bucket I use when I pull weeds.<br /><br />Are you kidding me- I can't even get a shower!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-1901538798345578352010-04-04T18:32:00.009-04:002010-04-04T19:20:09.106-04:00Empty TombLike I said in my last post, I do love Good Friday it is an important day to me and to all of us. However, I also said Sunday deserves celebration and exalting.<br /><br />Though Good Friday convicts my spirit to offer Jesus deep repentance. I don't want to dewell on the sadness of the day because it is followed by Sunday- Easter Sunday- a day that Jesus conquered death, a day that Jesus conquered Satan.<br /><br />After two days of morning, I am so full of joy this Easter morning. The tomb is empty and so is my heart- my heart has been emptied of the guilt of my sins. How blessed am I to be free from the burden of death. May I always live my life reflective of an empty tomb~<br /><br />For he must reign until he has put all his enemies under his feet. The last enemy to be destoryed is death. 1 Cor. 15:25-26<br />***** Doesn't that just give you chills? -Under his feet! Can't you just see the Son of God stomping on satan?<br /><br />Below is a video that gives me chills...<br />***** You may have to pause my music on the side to hear the video.<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Tn94B3GHcjY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Tn94B3GHcjY&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-90731565306693105252010-04-02T08:28:00.002-04:002010-04-02T08:34:17.783-04:00Torn<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRYANWA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.entry-content {mso-style-name:entry-content;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content">I love Holy Week! Perhaps, it is my favorite week of the year. You might assume it is because of Easter. While I love Easter very much it is not my favorite day during Holy Week; I would have to say Good Friday holds that honor.
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content">People celebrate Good Friday in many different ways or maybe they don’t celebrate it all, instead focusing all their attention on Easter Day. I don’t think there is a right or wrong way to celebrate either nor do I think one should get more glory than the other. It is more of a personal conviction for me.
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content">Every year on this day my heart becomes heavy and laden with guilt. I feel convicted of my sins- in such a way that I want to weep. I want to fall at the feet of Jesus and cry for forgiveness. I am so full of sorrow over the death of my Savior. I feel so much guilt for the suffering he endured for me. I want to do something to right my wrongs, but there is nothing. Nothing I can do, but offer myself daily to him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content">
<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content">For the next two days I will morn over my sins. I will weep because my sins caused the suffering of Christ. My sins mocked him. My sins placed a crown of thorns on his head. My sins stabbed him in the side. My sins humiliated him. My sins undressed him. My sins jabbed nails through his hands and feet. My sins did that. My sins.
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content">You might think this is a little over kill for Good Friday- I know it is followed by the resurrection of Christ and that deserves celebration and exalting. But, I believe Good Friday deserves more than a quick tear over the death of a righteous and decent guy. Jesus is far more than a righteous and decent guy, he is the Son of God. Good Friday is the day the greatest sacrifice was ever made. The day- the sinless son of God was killed for my sins. The day- God sacrificed his son for the sins of the world. Tell me this day- this Good Friday doesn’t deserve more than a quick tear. Tell me it doesn’t deserve deep repentance.
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content">When it is finished- when this day is over I will be left with quite morning. Then, Sunday, Easter Sunday- celebration!
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<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="entry-content"><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." When he had said this, he breathed his last. Luke 23:44-46</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">God Bless all my blog readers (all 4 of you-hehehe!) on Good Friday and Easter! </span></span><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-76681098319529288932010-03-17T16:40:00.008-04:002010-04-23T00:53:20.802-04:00G.R.I.T.S.<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="entry-content" >Most Southerners know grits are a yummy breakfast f</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="entry-content" >ood and can be enhanced with a variety of condiments; cheese, sugar, bacon, butter, garlic, etc… We also know that G.R.I.T.S. is an acronym for girls raised in the South. <?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content">Having 3 daughters it is important to me that they grow up loving their southern home, but are knowledgeable of life outside these hills. Living</span><span class="entry-content"> in what many refer to as “God’s Country” it can be easy to close ourselves off to the rest of the world. I mea</span><span class="entry-content">n really we have it all in this little corner of North Georgia; beautiful scenery, colorful autumns, cold and snowy winters, warm springs, blazing HOT summers, supportive community, fabulous churches, little league, church softball, vegetable gardens, swimming pools, fresh lemonade, fried foods, BBQ, high school football, farms, sweet tea, cornbread, magnolia trees, and </span><span class="entry-content">friendly loving people. L</span><span class="entry-content">ike all good southern mamas I try to expose the little ladies in our home to an array of cultures and offer an assortment of life experiences to ensure they grow up to be cultured and educated people. Loretta Lyn said it best, “You’ve got to continue to grow, or you’re just like last night’s cornbread- stale and dry.”<br /></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><br /></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content">Well, it looks like I have failed at trying to avoid the little ladies of this house becoming G.R.I.T.S.<br /></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFU3Zh3kP8RCRkVLgulSGOEZQg22nof4ezXHrcP9qqFwmsRZVQX2cGsvj5o3OhtE2rKuEiExA0j_KmQsgFxPyb9Zx0iO_RT73J50Jsqi8cKv7PXfMsfN54a57QIAO7-JsBtWG2MsxKlH4/s1600-h/winter+045.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449706484597470866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFU3Zh3kP8RCRkVLgulSGOEZQg22nof4ezXHrcP9qqFwmsRZVQX2cGsvj5o3OhtE2rKuEiExA0j_KmQsgFxPyb9Zx0iO_RT73J50Jsqi8cKv7PXfMsfN54a57QIAO7-JsBtWG2MsxKlH4/s200/winter+045.jpg" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSxAe4cnNkNa1VvnYIevFoqqJbMjAY01GtXiyopfMhlKAnfoUCnogfQ3Pcr1kzNUh5WbTIl8sYVdP1SbIRk33pWwZDAYIe3k13_M5Kf_o1yaJ9U1BzS-T75ex7BAIu3ZE0xIeJ_nlI_s/s1600-h/winter+050.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449707240383118146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSxAe4cnNkNa1VvnYIevFoqqJbMjAY01GtXiyopfMhlKAnfoUCnogfQ3Pcr1kzNUh5WbTIl8sYVdP1SbIRk33pWwZDAYIe3k13_M5Kf_o1yaJ9U1BzS-T75ex7BAIu3ZE0xIeJ_nlI_s/s200/winter+050.jpg" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMawV5Itg27zTf3Ictj-Bg2vyMS6YClHCOLEA33BN1wgmMB1Gxp-dG9DyUcI1JLhn8Blx3kwBqR0KMxKutjTHEil2ydcZNFvepvkm3CNOH2I72xZOkX4eczNdbIouw1nFmXz54XO6yYU/s1600-h/winter+047.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449707038696897874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNMawV5Itg27zTf3Ictj-Bg2vyMS6YClHCOLEA33BN1wgmMB1Gxp-dG9DyUcI1JLhn8Blx3kwBqR0KMxKutjTHEil2ydcZNFvepvkm3CNOH2I72xZOkX4eczNdbIouw1nFmXz54XO6yYU/s200/winter+047.jpg" /></a></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content">When these fine ladies showed up for their breakfast what else could I do, but pull out their great-grandmother’s china. After all they had “put on their faces” (that means they put on their make-up for any non-southern readers I might have) and gotten “all dolled up” (that means dressed up and accessorized) for breakfast. Boy! Ole’ Boy! Did they bring their southern accents and manners! Their “thank you’s” and “yes ma’ma’s were dripping from their lips like molasses this morning. Blythe was affectingly cooing to Brennan, “darlin’ give me some sugah” and the way it rolled off her tongue made my heart melt. Then, I cringed! Do I sound like that? Do I say those phrases and words? <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content">As much as I deny that I have a southern accent my children are proof that I can “drawl” out vowels and add syllables as much as any other Southern lady. Hmmm, Southern lady… that is the cliché I was trying to avoid. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p>Though I know the truth about southern women, many people believe they are frail, simple, and ignorant. I don’t want people to think my children are frail, simple, and ignorant. The truth is Southern ladies are strong, weathered, enduring, hospitable and loyal, we retain pride and dignity, we are educated and intelligent, and we love God and our life. Being born below the Mason Dixon Line does not make you a Southern lady, being a Southern lady is more of a character trait or a combination of character traits.<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p>So what do I do now? What do I do with these G.R.I.T.S. of mine? <span style="font-size:+0;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p>Embrace it! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" ><span class="entry-content">They are G.R.I.T.S. and they love grits. They are as beautiful as their grandmother’s pearls. They are as full of goodness and truth as their great-grandmother’s bible. They smell as good as magnolia blossoms. They are as strong as my iron skillet. They are as sweet as their daddy’s tea. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal" face="georgia"><span class="entry-content"><o:p></o:p>They have my heart! And Lawd ‘mercy I’d have a mess of ‘em if I could. </span></p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0pt; BORDER-LEFT: 0pt; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0pt; BORDER-RIGHT: 0pt; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-48428390851564667542010-03-09T22:56:00.007-05:002010-03-09T23:55:34.466-05:00Don't Knock It Till You Try It!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRYANWA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="time"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.entry-content {mso-style-name:entry-content;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ok so I am starting to realize that the “type” of <a href="http://riverpointchurch.com/">church </a>I attend might be controversial in the small <st1:place>North Georgia</st1:place> community I live in. I have to admit that Ryan and I were a little hesitant about coming to church at <a href="http://riverpointchurch.com/">River Point</a>, but we both felt lead to try it out. In the end we realized that God was leading our family there and the past 3 years have been amazing. We were happy with the church we were attending before and we still love and miss the sweet friends we have there. Though we miss them very much we had to be obedient to God.
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<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Through our obedience I have found that my relationship with Jesus has become deeper and more passionate. At this phase in my life I am realizing that being with Jesus should be natural and easy and that I should soak him up every chance I get.
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<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Worshiping God has become such a natural part of my life. The girls and I like to rock out in the morning on the way to school and nothing brings tears to my eyes faster than the sight of them in the rear view mirror lifting their arms in the air and shouting praises to his name! I also love to worship in the morning when I am getting ready for my day- mostly I sing- Sing Sing Sing by Chris Tomlin as I dance around the bathroom. Worshiping Jesus should bring you to life and fill you up with the Holy Spirit so that all you want to do is sing, sing, sing.
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<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I have never heard anyone speak in tongues, but it is biblical so I won’t say it will never happen because Jesus says it can. Yes, we worship Jesus and sometimes we lift our hands and yes, the music is loud. Yes, we invite all sinners in our church even you! Hey, I go there and I am no better than any other Christian- I just try to be like Jesus and hoping that when I see Jesus face to face he will look at me and say, “well done my good and faithful daughter”.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I was so moved by the new series that Pastor Kevin started on Sunday that I decided to copy the notes that I twitted onto my blog. If you would like to listen to the sermon in it’s entirety you can <a href="http://riverpointchurch.com/sermons.php?pageType=main&pageID=31&pageName=%2Fmedia%2F">here</a>.
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<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The way we worship at our church is BIBICAL! The way I worship is BIBICAL! The time you spend with God, the time you worship God should leave you so full of the Holy Spirit that you want nothing more than to lift your hands and spin around and you should want to sing, sing, sing and shout his name. God is so much bigger than the air you breathe that when you breathe him in you should exhale him out. Worship should leave you excited and motivated and strengthened.
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<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">New series: Worship Matters</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">Psalm 63:4 so we lift our hands!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">2 Samuel </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:time minute="50" hour="22"><span class="entry-content">22:50</span></st1:time></span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"> so we sing!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Therefore I will praise you, O LORD, among the nations; I will sing praises to your name.</span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">1 Chronicles </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:time minute="16" hour="15"><span class="entry-content">15:16</span></st1:time></span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"> so we use instruments!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">David told the leaders of the Levites to appoint their brothers as singers to sing joyful songs, accompanied by musical instruments: lyres, harps and cymbals.</span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">Psalm 33:3 so we sing current songs, play skillfully, & shout for joy!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sing to him a new song; play skillfully, and shout for joy.</span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">Psalm 47:1 so we cry out in joy!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with cries of joy.</span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">1 Chronicles 16:9 we tell stories!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts.</span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">1 Chronicles </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:time minute="22" hour="15"><span class="entry-content">15:22</span></st1:time></span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"> so we are excellent and skillful.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Kenaniah the head Levite was in charge of the singing; that was his responsibility because he was skillful at it.</span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">Psalm 46:10 so we are still!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth."</span><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">Where the spirit of the Lord is there is FREEDOM!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="entry-content" style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >*****Note*****</span><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >I feel the same way about church as I do about schools- there are options because there is a "right" place for every family! My parents don't enjoy the same type of worship as Ryan and I, but they also don't knock it or frown upon us. So like I said- don't knock it till you try it and if you don't like it keep your mouth shut! It works for my family and other families like ours. We like </span><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link style="font-family: arial;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRYANWA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >the culturally relevant and current worship at our church and I can’t refute that the spirit of the Lord is in that place (</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://riverpointchurch.com/">RPCC</a></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >) or my car or my bathroom… </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Can I get an Amen? –Just Kidding!</span></p>
<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-87675524980576037352010-03-08T17:22:00.005-05:002010-03-08T21:55:40.934-05:00I Never Cease To Amaze Myself<span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" >I just think it’s wrong that CVS didn’t have my Vyvanse ready. I couldn’t wait on it any longer since it was pushing <st1:time minute="30" hour="14">2:30</st1:time> and Brennan hadn’t had a nap. I listened to her whimper as I drove home.<br /><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">You know there is some security in the car- all the children strapped down, occupied by the movie or the changing scenery, and the invisible limo window I like to pretend is blocking their chatter from my thoughts.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Once at home the marathon that is my life begins. I know I am crazy and unorganized and sporadic, but really I don’t have to be medicated to make it th</span><span style="font-size:100%;">rough my daily life. I did get 3 degrees without meds. The vyvanse just seems to make my motherly and wifely duties easier.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Well……………….<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5YKIDGcGBuAtMyahOp56rU-E3gfQKu5ObktJx4wB2p31rywhhvlDNEiC4wxWaCv_QGTk-Ia58JWckEEqgZCxcVj5Z_NH4QQu0vhEtrkrdzl0zVpYVwhiAm6GjEHzQCRFWNKpfczRz0Q/s1600-h/winter+096.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5YKIDGcGBuAtMyahOp56rU-E3gfQKu5ObktJx4wB2p31rywhhvlDNEiC4wxWaCv_QGTk-Ia58JWckEEqgZCxcVj5Z_NH4QQu0vhEtrkrdzl0zVpYVwhiAm6GjEHzQCRFWNKpfczRz0Q/s320/winter+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446459928063642354" border="0" /></a></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">At least I thought the meds weren’t nessary!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I mean really. Can you boil ice? NO- KRISTIN! You were supposed to put the eggs in the water to boil! The ice was for your water! And, no the eggs did not make it in my water; I realized what I did before I put the eggs in my glass.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The best part of this mishap of mine is that Ryan was not even surprised </span><span style="font-size:100%;">when I told him. He just gently rolled his eyes at me and smiled. I wonder i</span><span style="font-size:100%;">f I burn the house down if he will have the same response. ----NAH, I doubt it!<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The eggs eventually were boiled, pealed and added to our salad. Since the weather was absolutely beautiful we ate outside. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFFiC_jokajMN_yHTa3Fxj50smETelBqg_GGFg39vZScv_EcnHykxYMyGqlxPak77DjUAavZCwiZO7yGt_XPMY2MFJ3IQbJiwRbAipqMBNZGj0h3WEox0Pv_duCJb6D27RuPYN0Nr6Eo/s1600-h/winter+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFFiC_jokajMN_yHTa3Fxj50smETelBqg_GGFg39vZScv_EcnHykxYMyGqlxPak77DjUAavZCwiZO7yGt_XPMY2MFJ3IQbJiwRbAipqMBNZGj0h3WEox0Pv_duCJb6D27RuPYN0Nr6Eo/s320/winter+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446461410549850162" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ryan and I had the sweetest little dinner dates ever!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UrlFKWPEfwekTmsto3elQjUoA8RLe8_UYygw-SEE25EY9pEL8bzYwDBjebzIlv2hXqG351jHFjklfei8P698QMdYQwtxvnY96Hc23oG2nPQZKLbqTR-02NPJP0lp1QpYMG74Jrdm0MM/s1600-h/winter+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6UrlFKWPEfwekTmsto3elQjUoA8RLe8_UYygw-SEE25EY9pEL8bzYwDBjebzIlv2hXqG351jHFjklfei8P698QMdYQwtxvnY96Hc23oG2nPQZKLbqTR-02NPJP0lp1QpYMG74Jrdm0MM/s320/winter+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446461701463750514" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Hope you enjoyed your sunshine today ;)</span></p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-3045693589772355822010-03-02T17:28:00.018-05:002010-03-02T22:05:09.094-05:00Compare Contrast<span style="font-size:100%;">I have told many parents of my students and friends of mine not to compare their children because they will drive themselves crazy, but I must confess that I do it too. It is so easy to compare </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYJ_NEfqgf6Eq81ErbB7X2rWf5O2alKVtSGB35RlBFnte5YhufsU-l7Cwrqaf79opM87zz-vIap1adSM_bemEhyx1TXVZjAePLycM-Vy6FodmTgJAdNgbbtSWXJ5bMlHu3XCmx9KDNRU/s1600-h/Venn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYJ_NEfqgf6Eq81ErbB7X2rWf5O2alKVtSGB35RlBFnte5YhufsU-l7Cwrqaf79opM87zz-vIap1adSM_bemEhyx1TXVZjAePLycM-Vy6FodmTgJAdNgbbtSWXJ5bMlHu3XCmx9KDNRU/s320/Venn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444235530470123378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">your children, but I think it’s even easi</span><span style="font-size:100%;">er to compare </span><span style="font-size:100%;">twins! I mean aren’t they</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> supposed t</span><span style="font-size:100%;">o be the same?<br /><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Yes, Blythe and Bree are fraternal and as opposite as they look so are their pers</span><span style="font-size:100%;">onalities, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">learning styles, interest, and taste. Yet, I try to morph them into one person; often treating them as a unit instead of individuals. I want both of them to meat their developmental milestones at the same time. I want them to learn at the same rate. I want them to both to enjoy the same toys/sports. I want them both to be empathic. I want them both to be like Jesus. I want them both to love Jesus. (The last 2 I will not budge on- they ha</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ve to be the </span><span style="font-size:100%;">same on these!)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Really, I know they aren’t always going to be th</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e same, but I still compare them. I worry that Bree will struggle in school because she is just not as interested in academics as Blythe is. Bree is so much like her moma- ADD and Blythe is so much like he</span><span style="font-size:100%;">r daddy- OCD! Like I said they are complete opposites. I also worry about Blythe, but that is a whole other blog entry.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">HA! There is no reason for me to worry about Bree anymore! (Well, at le</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ast not right now.) She did it, while we were on their field trip to <a href="http://www.inkfun.org/">INK</a>! </span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11qWcuiTVdwibuRfcvkXL6B0MG-9K6hlXSmNdZOuFydL3Jf8B5eM7OnxfKNBj_XP2HhW9kVuge7agrsQ6qvYQTLpRmGOPNyxn3rGTMsuPDhfqk5oEFs1iOLwJgfdr9fdz7KXET0F5DUI/s1600-h/A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi11qWcuiTVdwibuRfcvkXL6B0MG-9K6hlXSmNdZOuFydL3Jf8B5eM7OnxfKNBj_XP2HhW9kVuge7agrsQ6qvYQTLpRmGOPNyxn3rGTMsuPDhfqk5oEFs1iOLwJgfdr9fdz7KXET0F5DUI/s400/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444235679881168146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAnbURyyR1jrM0dx0_roOb-Xq1LBm0H_CiUZfeQRIy4xor38amDB4KnLYA5qCFaqNVIeeMfOcd4EaolDtMuz8BQHVQZ42So-Y8vs-nHzmvOvj1iMH2rPQ670jjLklUbsJOksRJwkUW8I/s1600-h/B.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAnbURyyR1jrM0dx0_roOb-Xq1LBm0H_CiUZfeQRIy4xor38amDB4KnLYA5qCFaqNVIeeMfOcd4EaolDtMuz8BQHVQZ42So-Y8vs-nHzmvOvj1iMH2rPQ670jjLklUbsJOksRJwkUW8I/s400/B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444235760640157154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGqJjI_-3auPLUwEZehrIZu0aw8RBDzs33W-kX9Pzz-qJQ7xdtKmmT8E90dkdaDHv4SGktV3Vh909UINqJvz-RD8vmrtIfnfatdl-DMZCvoQynvx_YVgeVmQ0sp0zcBJ4h4GFUbq__0HQ/s1600-h/C.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGqJjI_-3auPLUwEZehrIZu0aw8RBDzs33W-kX9Pzz-qJQ7xdtKmmT8E90dkdaDHv4SGktV3Vh909UINqJvz-RD8vmrtIfnfatdl-DMZCvoQynvx_YVgeVmQ0sp0zcBJ4h4GFUbq__0HQ/s400/C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444235809436848194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0x1gEedrl8JiGf0Pz_pSm2ovE7UdL51Dr4eM0xPJfABAtnDJq7ZeYBrJoEWD2A6U7ET3depG_yQr84bp7GPhcj-sOGkZWbFQj-Hq6T_N6KIGX8M0A9gLVnc7OBU_aHte5_bv5a7Qnv0/s1600-h/D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf0x1gEedrl8JiGf0Pz_pSm2ovE7UdL51Dr4eM0xPJfABAtnDJq7ZeYBrJoEWD2A6U7ET3depG_yQr84bp7GPhcj-sOGkZWbFQj-Hq6T_N6KIGX8M0A9gLVnc7OBU_aHte5_bv5a7Qnv0/s400/D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444235886244696066" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivY0JNzjUaa7iEC9y1M5Gtfo4CIde-GzgDrCRhcw_T3VXeEVmLDjByb9FhKbs1GyzO8zyql26_eylHJXkY6Uo8MPkjFG24EPLqL0fr8ANPjL35xCAElOiyd6z7zcN6H_XqCYJtNjZSXgk/s1600-h/E.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivY0JNzjUaa7iEC9y1M5Gtfo4CIde-GzgDrCRhcw_T3VXeEVmLDjByb9FhKbs1GyzO8zyql26_eylHJXkY6Uo8MPkjFG24EPLqL0fr8ANPjL35xCAElOiyd6z7zcN6H_XqCYJtNjZSXgk/s400/E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444235945641463490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" align="middle" /></a></div>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-91488502792697620542010-02-26T14:55:00.005-05:002010-03-02T12:25:26.796-05:00Soap Box<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRYANWA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Most of you know I am a teacher. Not only is it one of my spiritual gifts, but it is the way I used to earn a living. I am thankful that God is allowing me this time to be a <i style="">stay a home mom</i>, but eventually I know I will go back to the classroom simply because I enjoy it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /><span style=""> </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This morning when I woke up I turned on the news immediately to catch the latest on all this snow we are getting in the <st1:place><st1:placename>North</st1:placename> <st1:placename>Georgia</st1:placename> <st1:placename>Mountains</st1:placename></st1:place>. Of course the weather man was just finishing up so I watched while I waited on the next round of weather reporting.
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<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Disgusted! That is what I was after listing to the story about <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/WNT/video/ri-high-school-fires-teacher-9933734">the group firing of the teachers </a>in RI. I mean come on. Then to top it off- our <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/video/obama-disappoints-rhode-island-teachers-9985504">PRESIDENT supported this decision</a>. WHAT??????
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<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">**************WARNING***************</span></p> <p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">If you like our President or agree with the decision in RI, just don’t read anymore. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Point 1:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Teaching is <span style="font-weight: bold;">HARD</span>; especially when you are teaching in a community of low socioeconomic status families. From what I have read these teachers were facing this challenge. In my opinion this is the hardest condition to teach under because your job then becomes educating a community not just students. This leads me to my next point. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Point 2:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">IT IS NOT THE JOB OF THE CLASSROOM TEACHER TO RAISE THE COUNTRIES CHILDREN!!! </span>When are we as a country going to place the responsibility of raising and teaching our children back on- <span style="font-weight: bold;">THE PARENTS</span>? It is the responsibility of parents to provide an environment for children where education is valued. Believe it or not, but this requires <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO MONEY</span>! I don’t care how poor or rich parents are they can provide this example. If you as a parent are not going to be active in the education of your children or for that matter active in your child’s life- <span style="font-weight: bold;">DON’T HAVE CHILDREN</span>!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Point 3:</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Since our country does not believe that the responsibility our childrens' education is the parents, then they need to <span style="font-weight: bold;">SUPPORT </span>teachers. Support them: provide them with what they need, pay them accordingly, provide education for parents and the community. <span style="font-weight: bold;">SHAME </span>on you- Obama. Teachers work hard, often over looking their own families to support and help children who are already in the viscous cycle of poverty. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">My experience teaching in a low socioeconomic community left me detached from my family. I vaguely remember the first year of my twins’ life because I was so consumed with the success of my classroom. I had anywhere from 18 to 15 kids that year (because these families constantly move back and forth); 8 of whom had learning disabilities and or significant delays. Since I taught kindergarten it was my job to line up the testing, schedule and make observations, meet with parents, do the paper work, prove I had tried interventions, provide work samples, etc…, oh yeah and teach ALL the students in my classroom. On top of my classroom duties I had to coach cheerleading at the middle school because- <i style="">“they needed me”</i>. (By the way, my coaching supplement for the entire year which included 2 seasons was $800.00. Not even enough to cover my gas to drive to the school for Saturday games.) My life was consumed by these children and their success, all the while my own children’s success was left to the hands of someone else. After, much assessment of my life my husband and I decided it was my responsibility to be with my children right now. I am continually thankful for the opportunity to be a SAHM because I know there are not very many families that can afford to do this these days. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Many people think that all teachers do is teach children how to read, do arithmetic, basic science, and history.<span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">WRONG</span>! They teach these skills in order to use the information to do their real job. <b style="">The job of a teacher is to teach a child how to think, how to organize their thoughts, how to make inferences, how to draw conclusions, how to compare and contrast, etc… </b>This is a hard task- Obama would you like to try? Oh wait! The stress of it might make you relapse on your cigarette addition. </span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;">If you are a parent make education important to you- it will become important to your child. Love and support your teachers- they work hard and often spend more time with your child than they do with their own children. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thanks for reading my soap box post! :) </p>
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I know <a href="http://higginshullaballoo.blogspot.com/">Sarah</a> tagged me forever ago, but here it is- finally. My 10 Loves. This was so hard </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >for me because I like to consider myself a LOVER! I love just about everything from the way coffee beans smell to the way the sun shines in my windows, but after much consideration here are my top 10-</span> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Jesus- 'nough said!</span></span><br /></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;">Praise and worship at <a href="http://riverpointchurch.com/">RPCC</a>! Is there a better way to start the week? </span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;">That I am her greatest comfort!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF80OlDJhDzUBNhUBsUFTQ47ddnEIATIS4QExVe2Wkf4SoVV1_393XXz63lQDybGO7-D_onfi9O985hthWOCgF36hDlLK6hyphenhyphen_RZn8yYZT2i1LAjNJ9fX4kxPxnBUdHDOgMfl5H0P-q01k/s1600-h/6+months+029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF80OlDJhDzUBNhUBsUFTQ47ddnEIATIS4QExVe2Wkf4SoVV1_393XXz63lQDybGO7-D_onfi9O985hthWOCgF36hDlLK6hyphenhyphen_RZn8yYZT2i1LAjNJ9fX4kxPxnBUdHDOgMfl5H0P-q01k/s200/6+months+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441089923679574066" border="0" /></a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;">That she loves to twirl!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKD8kOtYdGlKtmf1Cap7ILhePP_D1VbhTj9OCe8mLyqDu5hXBzMrWmidhIeMFNQBwOURYK7XwJc9NVxLvUuMGTbS-vdoiHHoVyz3tqeUIRGx6h6dqw1ja03IwAtplsE3xzv6SXaaiYUk/s1600-h/6+months+027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKD8kOtYdGlKtmf1Cap7ILhePP_D1VbhTj9OCe8mLyqDu5hXBzMrWmidhIeMFNQBwOURYK7XwJc9NVxLvUuMGTbS-vdoiHHoVyz3tqeUIRGx6h6dqw1ja03IwAtplsE3xzv6SXaaiYUk/s200/6+months+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441089154719181138" border="0" /></a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;">That she will go sound asleep in my arms!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGACuszTqnJ1u7PP5cR7Zs-xKYjy5EJcnFVINFgRER9XY2VSlmHCztEWmsvICse20RYp7Rgch0mgYGuoflDJUdgrAM5xVZmi8S0owBFZojhhxLBxqUbc1bGdsY3xlh05Fx71D4sS2XrOQ/s1600-h/6+months+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGACuszTqnJ1u7PP5cR7Zs-xKYjy5EJcnFVINFgRER9XY2VSlmHCztEWmsvICse20RYp7Rgch0mgYGuoflDJUdgrAM5xVZmi8S0owBFZojhhxLBxqUbc1bGdsY3xlh05Fx71D4sS2XrOQ/s200/6+months+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441088312588337858" border="0" /></a></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;">My husband and the fact that he loves me as I am!</span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;">The bible- specifically <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+John+1&version=NIV">1John</a>- the love book! I know I am a lover through and through! That is why it is so hard for me to pick just 10!</span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;">GNO! I love going out with my friends and I love that we can come up with any excuse to go out and celebrate- new babies, discovering the sex of a new baby, playing games, birthdays, play dates for our children, holidays, new jobs, TV show premiers etc… </span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;">Blog land! I can get lost for hours and end up on the other side of the country. </span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-size:130%;">That the scale says I am down 10 lbs. I only have 55 lbs left to loose to weigh what I did before I had the twins. </span></li></ol> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > <a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/80/BF81B8E51E5C8CAA903DCE4AF5438BD6.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a></span>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382906244910092642.post-43828033999532410182010-02-13T21:13:00.001-05:002010-02-16T03:03:43.195-05:00He's Bringing SEXY Back or Maybe He Just Changed What it Means<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPs1HLx3FEFWd4C5FenJy7Sta9_KG7E-pG2jCVUErZyttv_SHpm5uAJmfF8BrmTsrTPV-NER8G2yc4qtD5HEtSssThL3_-nQBeoNNkVwMW1mJ-_sCPL9G7M04lnwYsOVtBA1uXN-Azqs/s1600-h/winter+365.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPs1HLx3FEFWd4C5FenJy7Sta9_KG7E-pG2jCVUErZyttv_SHpm5uAJmfF8BrmTsrTPV-NER8G2yc4qtD5HEtSssThL3_-nQBeoNNkVwMW1mJ-_sCPL9G7M04lnwYsOVtBA1uXN-Azqs/s200/winter+365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438225474795847634" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5x2KUe4NWCgTdWZ7HyyGBTFtVt7OysuxNIxBz-vHjo3bVaydbWMgeRKBRhIoQDRnOpHHnTn9IvDEdr7EMUqcyhypBTSbNypZELpeEIgCkPtcdHYiJvUiuG0Rjb1LKQKM2kpjBZVjppZk/s1600-h/winter+364.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5x2KUe4NWCgTdWZ7HyyGBTFtVt7OysuxNIxBz-vHjo3bVaydbWMgeRKBRhIoQDRnOpHHnTn9IvDEdr7EMUqcyhypBTSbNypZELpeEIgCkPtcdHYiJvUiuG0Rjb1LKQKM2kpjBZVjppZk/s200/winter+364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438223305897229682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Ryan has been my Valentine for the last 10 years, 6 of th</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >o</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >se we have been married. I</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" > have to say that over the last 10 Valentine </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Days my idea of </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >sexy has changed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Ryan and I haven't changed much. WE- we remain the same! I am still as scatter brained and spontaneous as </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >ever and he is well, STEADY and PREDICTABLE.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBVYbHTQH1odRpFW466iEljinhWstzmYVsaZ2yB7Y4W3Bsztyb3AUNqDVmXzPy16Uw5l9qZKepiJ_yCW_sMFL7QM74e4yqh4WfVgD7TVpaqWh3j17OxfqMdGGz98GdRx6rGAauXrMrQE/s1600-h/winter+359.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBVYbHTQH1odRpFW466iEljinhWstzmYVsaZ2yB7Y4W3Bsztyb3AUNqDVmXzPy16Uw5l9qZKepiJ_yCW_sMFL7QM74e4yqh4WfVgD7TVpaqWh3j17OxfqMdGGz98GdRx6rGAauXrMrQE/s320/winter+359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438221405498087138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ohhhh, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >and how thankful I am for that! Thankful that he</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > still</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > makes my heart </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >pound. Thankful that I find the dia</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >per in his back pocket as sexy </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLULuFIvkvARegZmGCPBcKUljf_jY8JCtd6DWGJhrOdQYhj68ocONeaiKkc3YPiWk5DUodZ8LpCQowUe5dwedCoHbywebOzm9FJxPH9T5nOARp0B79ZdbKX9h_8eNixT1vtb5gvXJSpOM/s1600-h/winter+346.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLULuFIvkvARegZmGCPBcKUljf_jY8JCtd6DWGJhrOdQYhj68ocONeaiKkc3YPiWk5DUodZ8LpCQowUe5dwedCoHbywebOzm9FJxPH9T5nOARp0B79ZdbKX9h_8eNixT1vtb5gvXJSpOM/s320/winter+346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438221798308591346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >as those batting gloves and that </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >swinging our girls around in the air is as sexy as swinging a bat. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >In another 10 years</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > or so</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > that diaper</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > may be replaced by an empty wallet </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >after he buys 2 cars and he may</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" > be swinging boys o</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >ut our front door, but </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >c</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >hances are </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >he will s</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >till </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >be </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >sexy- at l</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >east t</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUu_VAQoEMQCYvRG75PniR0UaidRX2nBxhElyAcNYWi4PoPBqC8YfftLkzvMo45SGfG493K_umTTIqz2HxxVMSD9PO8mezhOruGxCHO9myEWG6uboC9PD-crxlkrPIocVrjEaOPhRxxY/s1600-h/Disney-Kristin+073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUu_VAQoEMQCYvRG75PniR0UaidRX2nBxhElyAcNYWi4PoPBqC8YfftLkzvMo45SGfG493K_umTTIqz2HxxVMSD9PO8mezhOruGxCHO9myEWG6uboC9PD-crxlkrPIocVrjEaOPhRxxY/s200/Disney-Kristin+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438226858745208642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >o me.<br /><br />Happy Valentine's Day, Ryan!</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ88EL4OHuE5BZtFa2AOkRis1tqnL4oAbO9JmXMoeQzoBeNUfzGLLCuHmjjpRjXOLVpDs_daO5XUtZxPNmP8QCCzwFA-d93q6unfGL6FK80JFgNB_1DO8Z2cLhop7xyldmIqh7QuqGTDo/s1600-h/IMG_2940.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ88EL4OHuE5BZtFa2AOkRis1tqnL4oAbO9JmXMoeQzoBeNUfzGLLCuHmjjpRjXOLVpDs_daO5XUtZxPNmP8QCCzwFA-d93q6unfGL6FK80JFgNB_1DO8Z2cLhop7xyldmIqh7QuqGTDo/s200/IMG_2940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438227213215562434" border="0" /></a><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>kriswallshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09422459182661457919noreply@blogger.com5