<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:06:40.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story To Tell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-1353062287038390609</id><published>2010-07-07T10:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:18:57.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, Fun Summer</title><content type='html'>We have been blessed with some great times with family this summer! Here is a slideshow of our latest adventure... our bi-annual birthday bash with my extended family. One of my college roommates and her family actually got to come by for a while! So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2010 Bdays on PhotoPeach&lt;object width="445" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://photopeach.com/public/swf/story.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="photos=http://photopeach.com%2Fapi%2Fgetphotos%3Falbum_id%3D4rtes8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;embed=1"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://photopeach.com/public/swf/story.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="296" flashvars="photos=http://photopeach.com%2Fapi%2Fgetphotos%3Falbum_id%3D4rtes8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-1353062287038390609?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/1353062287038390609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=1353062287038390609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/1353062287038390609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/1353062287038390609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-2010-bdays-on-photopeach.html' title='Fun, Fun Summer'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-2031727288711431228</id><published>2009-11-05T14:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:18:20.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling vs. Expressing</title><content type='html'>I recently read a quote that stated "Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it again if you need to.... it is so true! This time of year we are invited by many sources to think about what we are thankful for. But how many times are we asked to &lt;em&gt;express&lt;/em&gt; that gratitude? And if we are asked to express it, isn't it usually in the form of a fill in the blank sentence? I am thankful for ____________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there is nothing wrong with this method of expressing gratitude, I am challenging myself and you to find some different ways to express your heart full of blessings. Maybe it will be in a song you sing to the Lord with all the stops pulled out! Or maybe it will be in a note stuck on a windshield of a generous neighbor. Maybe it will be in a perfectly browned loaf of homemade bread sent to a teacher. Or maybe it will be in a gentle hug and a smile for your child just for being him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities of expression are as endless as the number of bloggers on the web.... so what will it be? How will you show your gratitude today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-2031727288711431228?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/2031727288711431228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=2031727288711431228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2031727288711431228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2031727288711431228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-vs-expressing.html' title='Feeling vs. Expressing'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-3329422213042263399</id><published>2009-02-20T08:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:48:46.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gentle and Quiet Spirit</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, when I was a teenager, I was given a blessing in words. An adult who I don’t even remember specifically, perhaps someone working with our youth group, told me that I reminded them of the verse in I Peter that talks about a woman with a gentle and quiet spirit. This person said that I did not speak out very often, but when I did, I had something significant to say. It is amazing how something spoken over 20 years ago is still remembered today. Never underestimate the power of a spoken blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just this week, I have been reminded of this verse, so I went back to read it in context. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty plus years ago, I thought this verse meant that if you were talkative or assertive or flamboyant, then you did not have a gentle and quiet spirit, but I believe that the Lord is teaching me new things about this verse. How many of us are “quiet” or “gentle” in nature, but our spirits are in turmoil because the “noise” around us is deafening. How many times have we felt like our spirit was not quiet because we were fretting about whatever was going on in our physical, emotional or spiritual life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am praying for a quieted spirit. I want my spirit to reflect the trust I have in God to lead and guide me where He intends for me to be. It is when I decide I need to take control that my spirit is stirred with worry or anxiety over things completely out of my control. Therefore, today it is God that is in control. And that is beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-3329422213042263399?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/3329422213042263399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=3329422213042263399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/3329422213042263399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/3329422213042263399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2009/02/gentle-and-quiet-spirit.html' title='A Gentle and Quiet Spirit'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-8488454662672502473</id><published>2009-01-04T15:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:27:04.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>On the eve of the beginning week at the beginning of the new year, I am wondering what the next few weeks and months will hold. It seems the beginning of the year for me is always a favorite time, not because I have high hopes of losing those lingering pounds or to gain a new lease on life, but the fact that the possibilities ahead are endless!  I know, I know. A week ago the future possibilities were endless, but there is just something about a fresh calendar page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God created in us this need for a new start. How else can you explain all the chances He gave his people in the wilderness or the second starts he gave individuals like Moses, David, Abraham, etc, etc, etc. Here's the best part... He &lt;em&gt;continues&lt;/em&gt; to give us second, third, and fourth chances! We get do overs. So you are disappointed in how your 2008 turned out? Do something different. You knew you shouldn't have said what you said? Make it right. You have regrets about how you've spent your time or your money? Make a plan to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginnings are beautiful! As I begin this new year, I am praying specifically for God to show me where I need to make changes and where I need to stay put. I know He will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-8488454662672502473?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/8488454662672502473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=8488454662672502473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8488454662672502473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8488454662672502473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2009/01/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-7325604480578754580</id><published>2008-12-08T11:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:21:27.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadcast Your Blessings!</title><content type='html'>I was just reading a book that used the phrase "Broadcast your blessings" and it made me think. What am I broadcasting? When people come in contact with me, what message are they receiving? Yesterday at church we were talking about the broadcasts we receive from the media and how we allow them to impact our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small but valient effort to counter those influences and purposefully create some joy at a time of year that is really not too joyful for so many people who are hurting, here is my broadcast of blessings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a husband who loves me immensely&lt;br /&gt;two handsome sons who have hearts of gold&lt;br /&gt;a warm home with a beautiful Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;money in the bank to buy Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;a job that allows me freedom to be in tune with my kids schedules&lt;br /&gt;a small group that loves deeply&lt;br /&gt;friends all over the world&lt;br /&gt;a sister that texts during the day to check on me&lt;br /&gt;a God who is always near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this is just a start, but who knows where this could lead! Anyone else out there ready to broadcast your blessings? I dare you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-7325604480578754580?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/7325604480578754580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=7325604480578754580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7325604480578754580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7325604480578754580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/12/broadcast-your-blessings.html' title='Broadcast Your Blessings!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-5463554660040703129</id><published>2008-12-02T17:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:37:12.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello...Anyone home???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXTpY2q_3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/C4_znptp-Ms/s1600-h/DSC04485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275355246534262642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXTpY2q_3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/C4_znptp-Ms/s320/DSC04485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXTpFimtlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/c2x2XH92OkY/s1600-h/DSC04449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275355241349822034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXTpFimtlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/c2x2XH92OkY/s320/DSC04449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXTo9vz6iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hINT6KiLTHg/s1600-h/DSC04445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275355239257729570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXTo9vz6iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hINT6KiLTHg/s320/DSC04445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXToqGABXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0f4mtPCx4QM/s1600-h/DSC04369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275355233982088562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXToqGABXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0f4mtPCx4QM/s320/DSC04369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXTocrdscI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zZzX_X8a_Sw/s1600-h/DSC04368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275355230381126082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXTocrdscI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zZzX_X8a_Sw/s320/DSC04368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew, has it been since October 18th since I blogged? Shame on me. I guess life has officially gotten in the way of blogging. We are in the thick of basketball and lots of travelling and receiving of guests into our home. Add into that much wife-ing, mom-ing and working and you have yourself one full schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is put up the tree night. We have to squeeze it into our tight schedule, but you take what you can get! We still manage to squeeze in most nights of the week together at the table, even if that means eating at 5:15 or 7:30, so I'm still pretty proud of that! Table time is definitely the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pics are from recent times with family... fun, fun, fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-5463554660040703129?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/5463554660040703129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=5463554660040703129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/5463554660040703129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/5463554660040703129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/12/helloanyone-home.html' title='Hello...Anyone home???'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/STXTpY2q_3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/C4_znptp-Ms/s72-c/DSC04485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-8105592109956470812</id><published>2008-10-18T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:37:29.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes Me Proud!</title><content type='html'>This is an awesome story. Makes me proud to be an Aledo girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/?/video/living/2008/10/16/homecoming.queen.cnn"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/video/?/video/living/2008/10/16/homecoming.queen.cnn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=6025166&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=6025166&amp;amp;page=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-8105592109956470812?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/8105592109956470812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=8105592109956470812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8105592109956470812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8105592109956470812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/10/makes-me-proud_18.html' title='Makes Me Proud!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-3835068824746083195</id><published>2008-09-29T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:58:45.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must See... No Excuses</title><content type='html'>Ok... who saw Fireproof this weekend? We did not have our life group on Sun PM so some in our group went to see it together. In a word... phenomenal. A movie that was real life and completely honored God. Don't want to spoil it for anyone, but just trust me and go see it... soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-3835068824746083195?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/3835068824746083195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=3835068824746083195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/3835068824746083195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/3835068824746083195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/09/must-see-no-excuses.html' title='A Must See... No Excuses'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-5116120511801081832</id><published>2008-09-23T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:06:05.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>What the title expresses is a big sigh of relief! Today I took and passed my licensing exam for my new job. After studying for boocoos of hours (I don't even want to know how many!), I finally took my 150 question, 2 1/2 hour test. I went in the testing room pretty comfortable and confident, but by about question 30, I was really sweating it because it was much more difficult than I expected. But I knew people that took more than once to pass it and others who barely passed. So I figured I would be in good company if it took me more than once. Frankly, though, I was tired of studying! But when the computer told me the next screen would show my score, I took a deep breath and pushed enter. What a relief!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I just finished the last book I have in the Yada Yada prayer group series and I am so sad, but I think there may be one more in the series! If so, I will be going to the bookstore soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is full of fun as it is our homecoming week at school, so the boys get to dress up each day for the theme. Tomorrow is super hero day... wonder what that will look like in the morning??? Poor JP has to go shopping with me tomorrow afternoon (shhh, he doesn't know). He is representing his class in the homecoming festivities Friday night and he has to have "church clothes." Ahem, what church clothes? Even though we are at the church building often, we are pretty casual dressers, so... it's off to the mall. Oh well, maybe I can get him to wear whatever we find more than once before he grows out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-5116120511801081832?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/5116120511801081832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=5116120511801081832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/5116120511801081832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/5116120511801081832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/09/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-2237137050275753122</id><published>2008-09-17T22:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:36:35.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest</title><content type='html'>I started my week on Sunday seeking some answers from the Word on fighting spiritual battles. I believe the bible teaches us that the battle that we are fighting is a spiritual one, using weapons that are different from the traditional "weapons". Fighting is real. The battle is real. But as I was seeking answers from God on some things I was struggling with, the verses that I was directed to very specifically talked about letting our God FIGHT FOR US! Frankly, I was so relieved. I get so tired, but God reminds me to STAND FIRM and watch the Lord deliver me. The Lord will fight for me; I need only BE STILL! (Ex. 14:14) He also tells me to not be afraid because he is going before me to FIGHT FOR ME. The Lord has CARRIED ME, as a father carries a son (daughter). (Deut. 1:31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but that brings a beautiful mental picture to mind! What daughter doesn't want to be carried by her daddy, especially when things are a little (or a lot) scary. Wow! These were the verses the Lord knew that I needed this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-2237137050275753122?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/2237137050275753122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=2237137050275753122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2237137050275753122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2237137050275753122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/09/rest.html' title='Rest'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-3521514452027017481</id><published>2008-09-12T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:25:56.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>Yea! It's Friday! I have spent a large portion of this week at work studying for an exam that will allow me to get my insurance license. Whew, there is a lot of info to study, but I think I am getting there. Hopefully next week I can finish the studying up and take the test soon after. I'm not sure how long most people take to study for this thing, but I'm tired of studying and ready to take the silly thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a fun girl night, working on my albums at our Friday crop, then the usual Saturday filled with soccer, grocery store and topped off with dinner at a some friends' house!  We end the weekend by getting to join with our friends for a great time of worship at church and a small group gathering of worship and praise on Sunday PM. Looking forward to some fun times and some restful times this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your weekend calendar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-3521514452027017481?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/3521514452027017481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=3521514452027017481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/3521514452027017481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/3521514452027017481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-133376344816405405</id><published>2008-08-25T21:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:40:47.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race Is On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SLNsvpjrzxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EliaY_LHEDU/s1600-h/DSC04192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238650357427195666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SLNsvpjrzxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EliaY_LHEDU/s320/DSC04192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SLNsv77zv2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/bC185XxKx5I/s1600-h/DSC04194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238650362360217442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SLNsv77zv2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/bC185XxKx5I/s320/DSC04194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SLNswLUy_DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NFiL7WbTuFk/s1600-h/DSC04199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238650366491556914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SLNswLUy_DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NFiL7WbTuFk/s320/DSC04199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SLNswJbhrcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gmu8TVa5xkE/s1600-h/DSC04209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238650365982911938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SLNswJbhrcI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Gmu8TVa5xkE/s320/DSC04209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238650370388969250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SLNswZ2AxyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qxC9b-8fEtY/s320/DSC04213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The race was lots of fun for JP and Ken. JP is ready to move up to the 25 miles next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-133376344816405405?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/133376344816405405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=133376344816405405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/133376344816405405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/133376344816405405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/08/race-is-on.html' title='The Race Is On!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SLNsvpjrzxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EliaY_LHEDU/s72-c/DSC04192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-862179723178191951</id><published>2008-08-24T07:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:28:30.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must Read... No Excuses</title><content type='html'>I had an unbelievably busy week, but had (no took) some time this weekend to finish a fantastic, life changing book. I would highly recommend it to anyone. It is called &lt;em&gt;Same Kind of Different as Me&lt;/em&gt; by Ron Hall and Denver Moore. I literally could not put it down. There were so many quotes in the book that were unbelievable. I kept reading them to Ken, then finally told him I would stop so he could read it himself! Go to the library today and check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken and JP finished the bike race yesterday! It was an early morning, but lots of great memories for all of us! I'll post some pics later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-862179723178191951?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/862179723178191951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=862179723178191951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/862179723178191951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/862179723178191951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/08/must-read-no-excuses.html' title='A Must Read... No Excuses'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-6418441132910149928</id><published>2008-08-18T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:09:33.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Is In Session</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally here. The boys started school today. They each said they had a good day and seem as excited as can be expected for a 13 and 10 year old. We are so blessed to be able to have our kids at a great christian school. We are thankful for their teachers and for the staff that they come in contact with daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note... why do normal parents with a good head on their shoulders make themselves get the cheapest cell phone offered, but will shell out the big bucks so their 13 year old can have the phone he wants. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a third note... I am in my third week of a new job and am enjoying it! My boss is a christian man who we have known for many years. He has let me choose my hours, so I chose to work during school hours. This makes the whole getting the kids to and from school so much easier! The Lord has always provided what we need and usually exactly what we want... so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else want to share a recent blessing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-6418441132910149928?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/6418441132910149928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=6418441132910149928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/6418441132910149928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/6418441132910149928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-is-in-session.html' title='School Is In Session'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-6409858623715027807</id><published>2008-08-09T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:30:57.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Biking Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SJ5SuuCHQBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/v5UUz2xaAHQ/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232710779635449874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SJ5SuuCHQBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/v5UUz2xaAHQ/s400/bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken and JP have been preparing to ride in the big bike race here in town. The race is really a big deal (100 miles), and it brings many, many people to our little city. Ken and JP are going to ride in the smallest version of the race (10K), so they have been taking many 10K practice runs in recent evenings. Tonight I needed a little exercise since I have not been doing my usual walking. So we set out on the city bike trail, headed for the lake. About 2.5 miles in, I noticed I was getting farther and farther away from the guys and it was getting harder to keep up. Then I noticed a weird rhythmic sound coming from somewhere beneath me. Well, I'm no biking expert, but I soon realized I had no air in my back tire! JP was disappointed because we were so close to the turnaround point which is a HUGE hill at the dam that he loves to ride down. So while Ken and I relaxed on a bench by the trail, JP took off on his adventure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon his return, we decided the tire was too flat for anyone to ride on, but of course we were at the most deserted part of the trail, so we decided Ken would speed home, get the truck and come get us. I volunteered to push the bike up to the main road where there was an oasis (Sonic!) and JP decided to stay with me. I assumed he would ride his bike, even if he turned back around a few times to stay nearby. But, sweet JP said he would just push his bike with me since we hadn't got to visit much today (smiling Mom moment). So Ken took off and we pushed, and pushed, and pushed. Funny, it seemed like the main road was so much closer when we were riding:). We finally made it to the Sonic about dark, sat on a bench and waited about one minute until our rescuer came for us! Of course, we couldn't leave without a little refreshment! Whew, what a ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-6409858623715027807?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/6409858623715027807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=6409858623715027807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/6409858623715027807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/6409858623715027807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/08/biking-adventure.html' title='A Biking Adventure'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SJ5SuuCHQBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/v5UUz2xaAHQ/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-1099545288973187351</id><published>2008-08-05T20:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:23:43.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Blessed</title><content type='html'>This week is a week of reflection for me. On August 6, 2007, I received the most devastating news of my life. I had lost my father in an accident. So, as you can imagine, I have been thinking about him a lot this week. I've shed a few tears, and I'm sure more will come, but the overwhelming emotion I am feeling is gratitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so blessed in my life in many ways, one of which is the blessing of loving and nurturing parents. I think for many years I took this for granted, thinking all kids grew up the way I did. But I now realize that many, many people were not so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is dedicated to my sweet daddy and my precious and beautiful mom, who has shown me what perseverance and faith really mean this year. I love you, Mom, and you are on my heart every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SJkKwHI0u3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/UeLROH9c3v8/s1600-h/DSC01791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231224263833598834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SJkKwHI0u3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/UeLROH9c3v8/s320/DSC01791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love this pic of Mom and Dad on vacation a couple of years ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-1099545288973187351?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/1099545288973187351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=1099545288973187351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/1099545288973187351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/1099545288973187351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-been-blessed.html' title='I Have Been Blessed'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SJkKwHI0u3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/UeLROH9c3v8/s72-c/DSC01791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-8616087784952802347</id><published>2008-07-09T13:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:18:17.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkpeople</title><content type='html'>While perusing a health magazine (not typical for me), I came across a website listed that helps you make healthy changes to your lifestyle. So I thought, why not!  What I found was a place that you can customize to your needs, whether is be losing weight, starting an exercise plan, or just eating healthier.  It allows you to track whatever you choose.  You can also set it up to remind you of things you want to accomplish or you can just log on to find out how many fat grams are in an oreo (like anyone really wants to know that!)  Anyway, the site is called &lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/"&gt;Sparkpeople&lt;/a&gt;, and the best part is it is FREE!  Have a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-8616087784952802347?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/8616087784952802347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=8616087784952802347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8616087784952802347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8616087784952802347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/07/sparkpeople.html' title='Sparkpeople'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-2801810520503036940</id><published>2008-07-07T16:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:35:57.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on the 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK9CeKc6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/4PzW5VTL8kw/s1600-h/DSC04129.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220387699315864482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK9CeKc6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/4PzW5VTL8kw/s320/DSC04129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;JP and Ken relaxing on the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK9YaK3rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iDuhU-GeGgc/s1600-h/DSC04130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220387705204694706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK9YaK3rI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iDuhU-GeGgc/s320/DSC04130.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;JP's action shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK9jGeA_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gfmna5X6GRg/s1600-h/DSC04131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220387708074853362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK9jGeA_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Gfmna5X6GRg/s320/DSC04131.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brent (pointing) with Parker and April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK9xvQl2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ofNCxlMgBPs/s1600-h/DSC04132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220387712004036450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK9xvQl2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/ofNCxlMgBPs/s320/DSC04132.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken taking a spin around the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK-PV3ZxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mcmvd1Jp8VA/s1600-h/DSC04140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220387719950591762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK-PV3ZxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mcmvd1Jp8VA/s320/DSC04140.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken and JP are about to take off.  It was quite a ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;We were blessed with an invitation to the lake to spend the day with friends from our small group! It was so much fun! Of course, I didn't have anyone take a picture of me to prove that I was actually there.  Oh well, I'll remember next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-2801810520503036940?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/2801810520503036940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=2801810520503036940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2801810520503036940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2801810520503036940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-on-4th.html' title='Fun on the 4th!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SHKK9CeKc6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/4PzW5VTL8kw/s72-c/DSC04129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-3155560392217986420</id><published>2008-07-03T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:06:57.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual ADD</title><content type='html'>I was recently in a conversation with a friend where we were discussing what we felt like needed to change in order for our relationship with God to move forward. I shared what I had been feeling very strongly from the Lord in the last weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAY ATTENTION! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt like I have been seeking God's will for my life and my future almost constantly in the last few months, but have not had clear answers.  It finally occured to me that when you ask, you have to listen for the answer. I'm afraid that I was so consumed in the asking that I forgot to stop to hear what I needed to hear. I jokingly told my friend that it was like I had "Spiritual ADD" or something. I could not focus long enough on the thoughts at hand to hear an answer. I have since tried to listen for God's voice in not only the "big" questions, but also in the everyday questions. It's amazing how much fretting has left and how much peace has taken its place. I pray that my hearing will improve every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-3155560392217986420?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/3155560392217986420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=3155560392217986420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/3155560392217986420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/3155560392217986420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/07/spiritual-add.html' title='Spiritual ADD'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-7473844426853080217</id><published>2008-06-18T05:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:56:35.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Today would have been my father-in-law's sixty-second birthday. Much has happened in the last 5 1/2 years since he went to heaven unexpectedly. I pause today as I think about all the people (grandparents and parents) we have lost in these years. And strangely enough my thoughts go to my husband and the godly man he is. He shoulders the responsibility of leading our home and family in good times and in bad. In times of blessing and in times of sadness. I know this is a difficult task, especially when you have lost your male role models at a young age. But I believe the only reason he has been able to carry us through these rough years has been his reliance on his Heavenly Father. I am so thankful for the blessing of a loving and leading Father and a loving and leading husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-7473844426853080217?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/7473844426853080217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=7473844426853080217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7473844426853080217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7473844426853080217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-3599873898510721899</id><published>2008-06-13T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:52:25.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Washing Dishes</title><content type='html'>In our house, we have a rule.  If you cook, you don't have to clean up.  Since I usually cook, my husband takes on most of the cleaning duties. Today, he finally realized that we have two boys who are old enough to wash dishes.  So while I am blogging, he is training them on the fine art of dishwashing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee Hee Hee! Now he is telling stories about when we were first married and didn't have a dishwasher, so washing dishes was spending quality time together!  I can just imagine the eyes rolling now! Raising kids is so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a good system for training the kids in doing chores? I'd love to hear them.  My kids have too much free time this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-3599873898510721899?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/3599873898510721899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=3599873898510721899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/3599873898510721899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/3599873898510721899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/06/washing-dishes.html' title='Washing Dishes'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-2315851526187358023</id><published>2008-05-14T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:07:43.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guys!</title><content type='html'>I had a great Mother's Day this year.  I am so blessed to have two fabulous sons and a fantastic husband, too!  This is also the only holiday where I get to be in all the pictures, and I always make the guys pose for a bunch!  As you can see in the second picture, this is the year that my 13 year old, Brent, passed me up in height! We have had lots of height comparisons lately.  J.P. never stops making me smile with his funny sayings and constant impersonations of his favorite shows and commercials! And of course, my sweet husband is the best!  I love the way he loves me and our family and leads us in the way we should go!  I am blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SCuKTg7NMwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WTbnPSOiu-Q/s1600-h/DSC03964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200402262589780738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SCuKTg7NMwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WTbnPSOiu-Q/s320/DSC03964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SCuKUA7NMxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7yj-8TRWAoo/s1600-h/DSC03967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200402271179715346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SCuKUA7NMxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7yj-8TRWAoo/s320/DSC03967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SCuKUw7NMyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LMPdS_9ovZQ/s1600-h/DSC03969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200402284064617250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SCuKUw7NMyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LMPdS_9ovZQ/s320/DSC03969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SCuKVA7NMzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5Z_nb_IHpI8/s1600-h/DSC03973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200402288359584562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SCuKVA7NMzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5Z_nb_IHpI8/s320/DSC03973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-2315851526187358023?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/2315851526187358023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=2315851526187358023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2315851526187358023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2315851526187358023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-guys.html' title='My Guys!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SCuKTg7NMwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WTbnPSOiu-Q/s72-c/DSC03964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-1818154164385555366</id><published>2008-04-14T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:33:56.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Years Ago Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SAQE5bp6NAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YjVeclCEBvA/s1600-h/Brent%27s+13th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189278055360246786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SAQE5bp6NAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YjVeclCEBvA/s320/Brent%27s+13th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just 13 short years ago today, we were welcoming our firstborn into this world!  Today Brent has entered the official world of teenager-dom.  He is very excited, and his mom isn't so sure!  I think my trepedation comes mainly from all the stories from my mom about how &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; 13th year nearly killed her!  Brent is really a great kid.  We are so proud of him and all he is and all he does.  What a blessing to have such a great son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-1818154164385555366?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/1818154164385555366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=1818154164385555366' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/1818154164385555366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/1818154164385555366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/04/13-years-ago-today.html' title='13 Years Ago Today...'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SAQE5bp6NAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YjVeclCEBvA/s72-c/Brent%27s+13th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-5909925838799399523</id><published>2008-03-07T19:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:12:43.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Stinks!</title><content type='html'>Warning:  This post may be taken as whining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past three weeks someone in our house has been sick.  The past week and a half has been me!  And I am not a great sicky.  I am blessed to have a very flexible schedule, so I have been able to rest when needed.  I went to the doctor on day 3 when it looked like all was not going to be ok on its own.  But now, on day NINE, I am still having to go to bed at 8 just because I can't keep going!  Some days I have to take a nap just to be able to have enough energy to get some dinner on the table and make it to 8 or 9 for bedtime!  OK, OK, enough whining!  I know there are people out there in MUCH worse shape than me.  I should count my blessings that things are not worse and that I have a husband and family that can take good care of themselves and of me!  Thanks for letting me get that out of my system!  I feel better now. Sort of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-5909925838799399523?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/5909925838799399523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=5909925838799399523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/5909925838799399523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/5909925838799399523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick-stinks.html' title='Sick Stinks!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-1366670521725956136</id><published>2008-01-07T16:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:43:36.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our gracious Father answered our prayers for peace and comfort during the holidays. We thank him for that and are so blessed to have made some wonderful memories this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4K3V2tpThI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fKhnExQO8vA/s1600-h/DSC03474a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152882509757369874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4K3V2tpThI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fKhnExQO8vA/s320/DSC03474a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the newest member of the family, our niece, Molly Elizabeth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4K3WGtpTiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/niFze5tUJe0/s1600-h/DSC03484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152882514052337186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4K3WGtpTiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/niFze5tUJe0/s320/DSC03484.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JP and cousin, Natalie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4K3WWtpTjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C0mJT_8RaM4/s1600-h/DSC03496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152882518347304498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4K3WWtpTjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C0mJT_8RaM4/s320/DSC03496.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MarMar with JP and Brent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KztWtpTdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3ov--fEWzyw/s1600-h/775259-R1-011-4_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152878515437784530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KztWtpTdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/3ov--fEWzyw/s320/775259-R1-011-4_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Grandmother and her six beautiful and handsome grandkids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KztmtpTeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/92CoB40b9ZY/s1600-h/DSC03460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152878519732751842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KztmtpTeI/AAAAAAAAAEs/92CoB40b9ZY/s320/DSC03460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The boys open some gifts at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4Kzt2tpTfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5DlGVuKxZJw/s1600-h/DSC03472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152878524027719154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4Kzt2tpTfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5DlGVuKxZJw/s320/DSC03472.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We had a yummy dinner on Christmas day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KzuGtpTgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ejBX-yZwgUA/s1600-h/JPLoganGaylord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152878528322686466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KzuGtpTgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ejBX-yZwgUA/s320/JPLoganGaylord.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Logan and JP are great friends and cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KunmtpTYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gG1857CcFMs/s1600-h/DSC03400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152872919095397762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KunmtpTYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gG1857CcFMs/s320/DSC03400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The cousins had a ball at the Gaylord Texan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152872983519907218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KurWtpTZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Kouxda3UCmo/s320/DSC03382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Gaylord was a beautiful place to celebrate the holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KurmtpTaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7j2bRaBDI1c/s1600-h/DSC03438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152872987814874530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KurmtpTaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7j2bRaBDI1c/s320/DSC03438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;J.P., Ken, Me, and Brent at Mom/Grandmother's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KutGtpTbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z1MUAtbHiCo/s1600-h/775257-R1-017-7_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152873013584678322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KutGtpTbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z1MUAtbHiCo/s320/775257-R1-017-7_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More Gaylord photo ops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KuuWtpTcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/G5fRdElNB-g/s1600-h/775258-R1-039-18_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152873035059514818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4KuuWtpTcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/G5fRdElNB-g/s320/775258-R1-039-18_018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This was the view from our 8th floor window!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-1366670521725956136?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/1366670521725956136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=1366670521725956136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/1366670521725956136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/1366670521725956136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas 2007'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R4K3V2tpThI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fKhnExQO8vA/s72-c/DSC03474a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-6753091330549126073</id><published>2007-12-17T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:58:49.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bittersweet Christmas</title><content type='html'>As our family celebrates Christmas this year, there will be no way around thinking about the chair that will be empty. I have thought a lot about my dad in the last few weeks. About how he enjoyed helping Mom shop for all the grandkids during December and finding the best bargains in every store. He was notorious for waiting until the very last possible minute to buy the gifts that were just from him. Sometimes that made for some interesting presents for Mom! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite ongoing memories of Dad at Christmastime is his famous "SAVE THE BOWS" followed by laughs everywhere and his putting all the bows he could find on his bald head. Heaven forbid we throw away a bow! We could use them for next year's gifts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we will be doing things a little different and a little the same. We are going to spend part of our time together at a fancy hotel and do some special things together. Then we will go back to Grandmother's for our traditional gift opening time. Although Christmas will never be the same for us, we are looking forward to some special memories in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blessing of family should never be taken for granted. It is truly a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pictures from Christmas 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Grandaddy helps Megan with her yo-yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R2b9N3G8rJI/AAAAAAAAADk/cMhlu3nW2pk/s1600-h/DSC02212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145078038890589330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R2b9N3G8rJI/AAAAAAAAADk/cMhlu3nW2pk/s320/DSC02212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Grandaddy and Halle tell Brent something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R2b9OHG8rKI/AAAAAAAAADs/PSZP7230-GU/s1600-h/DSC02220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145078043185556642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R2b9OHG8rKI/AAAAAAAAADs/PSZP7230-GU/s320/DSC02220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Grandaddy opens his presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R2b9OHG8rLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7x6crjZBkNo/s1600-h/DSC02223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145078043185556658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R2b9OHG8rLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7x6crjZBkNo/s320/DSC02223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-6753091330549126073?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/6753091330549126073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=6753091330549126073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/6753091330549126073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/6753091330549126073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/12/bittersweet-christmas.html' title='A Bittersweet Christmas'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/R2b9N3G8rJI/AAAAAAAAADk/cMhlu3nW2pk/s72-c/DSC02212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-2509145809925633220</id><published>2007-11-12T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:47:25.087-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthday.... A Little Late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RziDd1aDjnI/AAAAAAAAADc/mKdFuGHBCjI/s1600-h/DSC03283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131996323964489330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RziDd1aDjnI/AAAAAAAAADc/mKdFuGHBCjI/s320/DSC03283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy late birthday to my wonderful husband and friend! No, I did not forget, but we were out of town on his birthday, so I did not post on Friday. I am so blessed to be going through this life with such a wonderful man who loves me and is the perfect father for our children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-2509145809925633220?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/2509145809925633220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=2509145809925633220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2509145809925633220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2509145809925633220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-birthday-little-late.html' title='More Birthday.... A Little Late!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RziDd1aDjnI/AAAAAAAAADc/mKdFuGHBCjI/s72-c/DSC03283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-7009116413028634405</id><published>2007-11-05T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T07:57:30.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Time at Our House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/Ry8hCuLxIlI/AAAAAAAAADI/qBG9qiLuouQ/s1600-h/DSC03247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129354831239127634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/Ry8hCuLxIlI/AAAAAAAAADI/qBG9qiLuouQ/s320/DSC03247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JONATHAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby is 10 years old today! It is hard to believe, but it's true! I am so proud of JP and all he is and all he is becoming. JP is a great friend and lots of fun to be around. We had a fun party on Saturday with some friends from school and church, complete with lots of silly challenges they all had to complete! (10 to be exact!) We will be celebrating at the restaurant of Jonathan's choice tonight. He can't wait for his presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-7009116413028634405?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/7009116413028634405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=7009116413028634405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7009116413028634405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7009116413028634405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthday-time-at-our-house.html' title='Birthday Time at Our House!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/Ry8hCuLxIlI/AAAAAAAAADI/qBG9qiLuouQ/s72-c/DSC03247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-401168997797747614</id><published>2007-10-18T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:49:22.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag -- I'm It!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged twice with the same questions, so I guess I will comply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who is your man? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How long have you been married? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16 1/2 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long did you date? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We dated for 12 months, then we were engaged for 9 more so a total of 21 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How old is your man? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who eats more? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken does, but he is always finished eating his second helping before I am finished with my first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who said "I love you" first? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is taller? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who sings better? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Definitely Ken! I am blessed to have him as my worship leader every Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is smarter? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is an interesting question, because if we are talking book smarts, we both help the kids with different subject areas of their homework. I pretty much help with Math, but he is always the better choice with history. He has an unbelievable memory for the smallest details and current events. I would have to be diplomatic and say that we tie in the day to day living smarts. We are a good balance for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whose temper is worse? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mine :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who does the laundry? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do most of it now that I am at home. But I learned early that even small children can sort their dirty laundry and put it up when it's clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who takes out the trash? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our sons! (I love that they are older now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do. It's funny, but in both the houses we have lived in since we've had kids, I managed to be the farthest from the door, so if the kids come in our room during the night, they go to Dad first! (Maybe I am the smarter one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who pays the bills? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I pay, but we budget together. (Thanks, Dave!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is better on the computer? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess we are about the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who mows the lawn? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken does a beautiful job with our front and back lawns. He takes a lot of pride in the outside appearance of our home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who cooks dinner? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I usually do, but in our house whoever cooks does not have to clean the dishes, so I don't mind too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who drives when you are together? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who pays when you go out? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is more stubborn? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken, almost always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Whose family do you see most? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who kissed who first? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken kissed me first in Nelson Park, but I knew it was coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who asked who out first? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken asked me out and cooked for me on our first date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who proposed? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken (I'm smiling) What a great memory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is more sensitive? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken is more sensitive to others than I am. I probably take things more personally, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who has more friends? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know, probably about the same, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who has more siblings? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a brother and sister, he has a sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who wears the pants in the family? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who is the biggest pushover with the kids? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ken. I definitely am more strict as a parent, but we have learned to show the kids a united front!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun this was! I can't believe I put it off! I tag  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AMY G., Erica, and Brooke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-401168997797747614?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/401168997797747614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=401168997797747614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/401168997797747614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/401168997797747614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/10/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag -- I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-4976524223350376609</id><published>2007-10-12T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:39:10.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Write?</title><content type='html'>I have been such a slacker when it comes to posting on this blog!  I really want to write, but there is nothing there.  Honestly, my days are like a roller coaster.  I am having a great day, then the blahs hit.  I know this is perfectly normal for where I am in life now, but I have hesitated to write because I think I feel this pressure to write something profound or uplifting, neither of which I have been given lately!  (You may be thinking since when has she EVER written something profound or uplifting :) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I'm still here and plugging along!  Today is my date day with my hubby, then movie night for us because the kids both got invited to do something with friends tonight!  Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-4976524223350376609?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/4976524223350376609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=4976524223350376609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/4976524223350376609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/4976524223350376609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-to-write.html' title='What to Write?'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-744132856350936683</id><published>2007-09-19T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:11:45.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass It On</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that when you are pregnant, all you tend to see is pregnant women? Or if you get a certain new car, you see that car everywhere you go? I had a realization today. Since my family and I are going through a time of hurting and heartache, I notice hurting people. I'm sorry to say I'm not sure if that is usually true. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a cold-hearted person that doesn't usually care about people, but things are different now. It's almost like I am put in situations where I run into hurting people. It happened today. I was in a store and saw a friend who I knew was hurting right now. I knew I had to go to her and listen, not out of duty, but out of understanding of a hurting heart. We stood in the aisle and talked and cried as she told me of her situation. Hopefully I was encouraging to her as I shared some of my struggles, but mostly listened. Pain has a way of drawing people together. Maybe it is because you know that person will understand and not judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given me such comfort in the last few weeks, through other Christians and directly from Him. Today, God knew I needed to be on the giving end. Thank you, God, for an awesome opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. 2 Cor. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-744132856350936683?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/744132856350936683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=744132856350936683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/744132856350936683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/744132856350936683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/09/pass-it-on.html' title='Pass It On'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-7525719224029017963</id><published>2007-08-31T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:11:55.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready for Some Football?</title><content type='html'>Jonathan and his buddies were getting a briefing from the coach on how to be an all star water boy! They did a great job of making sure the team stayed hydrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RtgtRBTf1JI/AAAAAAAAACo/aGFX8Y8_Od8/s1600-h/DSC03111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104879948055696530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RtgtRBTf1JI/AAAAAAAAACo/aGFX8Y8_Od8/s320/DSC03111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brent played starting QB among other positions last night. He did a fantastic job! We were so proud of his football abilities and of his leadership abilities on the field and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RtgtRhTf1KI/AAAAAAAAACw/uOJO7MCxvwg/s1600-h/DSC03115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104879956645631138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RtgtRhTf1KI/AAAAAAAAACw/uOJO7MCxvwg/s320/DSC03115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brent passed for lots of yards. He had great help with blocking, which gave him plenty of time to find someone who was open downfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RtgtRxTf1LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IaAAQxCYbnk/s1600-h/DSC03117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104879960940598450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RtgtRxTf1LI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IaAAQxCYbnk/s320/DSC03117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brent and his seventh grade teammates and friends. They put on quite a show. Even though the scoreboard didn't show that we won, I was so proud of the way our team played and the attitudes of the players and coaches afterwards. This is going to be a fun season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RtgtSxTf1MI/AAAAAAAAADA/K_S0ZWFiOHk/s1600-h/DSC03119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104879978120467650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RtgtSxTf1MI/AAAAAAAAADA/K_S0ZWFiOHk/s320/DSC03119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-7525719224029017963?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/7525719224029017963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=7525719224029017963' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7525719224029017963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7525719224029017963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are You Ready for Some Football?'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RtgtRBTf1JI/AAAAAAAAACo/aGFX8Y8_Od8/s72-c/DSC03111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-8912675190713130069</id><published>2007-08-28T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T14:55:29.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar Lunatics!</title><content type='html'>Who gets up at 5:30 to stare at the moon?  We do, of course!  Who gets their children up well before they have to so they can stare at the moon?  We do, of course!  Picture this.  Up at 5:30.  Sitting in chairs on our driveway.  Staring at the sky.  Trying to be quiet so the dogs won't wake everyone in the neighborhood.  Not successful:(  Eating Poptarts in the dark.  Discussing with our kids why the moon moves in the sky the way it does.  Getting eaten up by giant mosquitoes.  Moving our chairs periodically so that we can still see the eclipse through the trees.  Reminding our kids to be quiet because most people don't choose to be up yet.  Being ready to leave for school on time.  Priceless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-8912675190713130069?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/8912675190713130069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=8912675190713130069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8912675190713130069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8912675190713130069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/08/lunar-lunatics.html' title='Lunar Lunatics!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-8666097790018602962</id><published>2007-08-23T09:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:15:27.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>So many times when I hear the word overwhelmed, it has a negative conotaion, a feeling of despair or stress. But recently, I received an email from someone I do not even know well who let me know she was praying for us. Her specific prayer was that we would be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;with God's love and peace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during this extremely difficult time. Those words brought me such comfort and it is evident to me that God is answering those prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I can think of a time in my life that I have felt so overwhelmed, but in a positive way. People have surrounded us with God's love in ways large and small. Many may even shrug off what they have done, saying it was nothing. But it has been everything to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to attempt to list some things people have done to show their love. This is by no means an exhaustive list because I still can't remember the last two weeks very well, and I know many people have done things for us that we will never know about. My purpose in doing this is to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remind myself of the blessings God has lavished on us even in difficult times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but it is also to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remind myself that all things done in the name of Jesus are a blessing to others and give glory to God for who He is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I encourage you to think about little ways to give God glory by serving others. I know I am thinking about it constantly now that I have been on the receiving end of such blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes: praying, calling, sending cards, making food, sneaking in our house to clean it while we were gone (this included our kids' friends cleaning our bathrooms!), mowing our lawn, writing phone numbers in cards so that we could easily call if we needed people, driving our kids to school, picking our kids up from school, out of town friends sending restaurant gift cards because they couldn't be here to make us a meal, feeding our dog, sending flowers and plants, sending cards two weeks after the accident to my mom to let her know she is not forgotten, teachers watching out for my kids and helping them remember things they should remember on their own but can't right now, principals giving my kids permission to come to their office anytime of the day if needed to get away, doing our laundry, coming to my mom's house to organize the large number of food dishes and making sure we were all eating (this sometimes got forgotten in the stress of the days after the accident) then cleaning up the kitchen and putting the food away, staying at mom's house and answering the phone while we were making funeral arrangements, watching children while their parents were preoccupied with arrangements, far away friends listening to our tears on long distance calls, blog posts about my dad, attending the visitation and the funeral, taking our car to fill it up with gas so that we would not have to stop to do that, coming to our home to get all the clothes we forgot to bring because we were so frazzled with the news, driving those clothes to us (2 hours away), sending a gift bag full of goodies for the grandkids, sending "letters from home" from our church family to encourage us (one for Ken and I and one for the boys from their youth group), sending memorial donations to great causes in the name of my father, sweet emails to encourage us, people who didn't know my dad allowing us to talk about him and share his life, people who knew my dad telling us things they loved about him, people at church stepping up to teach our classes, and the list could go on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so encouraged after writing this. I hope I can overwhelm a few people with God's love today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-8666097790018602962?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/8666097790018602962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=8666097790018602962' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8666097790018602962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8666097790018602962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/08/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-4968310238192904446</id><published>2007-08-22T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:44:11.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Last Public Prayer</title><content type='html'>My dad was a praying man.  I don't remember his prayers being especially wordy.  I don't remember them being flowery and formal.  But I do remember them being straight from his heart.  Not long after arriving at the hospital where my dad had been taken, my mom told me that Dad had said one of the prayers at church the day before.  In that prayer he said a phrase that he spoke in almost every prayer he prayed publicly.  It went something like this.  "We long for the day we can worship you, our Creator and Savior, forever and ever."  My daddy had no idea he would be doing that in just 36 hours.  I am so happy for him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took a two mile walk and listened to some music and tried to process what was happening in our lives right now.  On my MP3 a song that I have always loved came on and brought me tears of joy at the thought of my dad worshipping around God's throne right now.  It is a Chris Rice song entitled "Circle Up."  If you have never heard it, please find it and listen to it.  It paints a beautiful picture of our future in Christ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-4968310238192904446?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/4968310238192904446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=4968310238192904446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/4968310238192904446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/4968310238192904446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/08/dads-last-public-prayer.html' title='Dad&apos;s Last Public Prayer'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-1353204741388816863</id><published>2007-08-16T16:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:57:08.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would be blogging this post, at least not now.  Last week began with a terrible phone call telling us that my father had passed away in an accident.  The week has been a total blur and my thoughts and feelings are still reeling from the shock.  My mom, my brother, my sister and I and all our spouses and kids are grieving terribly, but we have hope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was a beautiful person full of God's love for others, willing to give of himself until there was nothing left.  This was evident in the almost 300 visitors to the family visitation at the funeral home and the 444 people at the funeral (in a church that is full at 300!).  We have heard so many stories of how people were touched by my dad's life in all kinds of ways.  Some we knew about, but some are a total surprise.  You see, my dad served others in a perpetually selfless way.  There was nothing about him that wanted attention or recognition for his acts of service.  That's just the way he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a regular reader to my blog, you may get tired of hearing stories of my dad, but there are so many things I want to tell about him.  I just wish everyone could have known him like I did.  I am so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-1353204741388816863?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/1353204741388816863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=1353204741388816863' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/1353204741388816863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/1353204741388816863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-4995313118162493893</id><published>2007-08-02T10:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T10:46:03.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Organizing Adventure!</title><content type='html'>The kids are away, the carpet man is here, and I am home all day.  What's a girl to do?  Well, organize, of course!  I have already done a lot of organizing that is visible to no one but me, like paperwork, etc.  My next organizing adventure will be in the boys' room.  (Oh, they will be so thrilled when they get home!)  Right now, their room is piled high with everything from Kendra's room since she is getting new carpet today.  (I'm sure she would be thrilled if she only knew!)  When it is ok to move everything back, I will begin the transfer of stuff from boy world to the land of pink!  Then boy world will get a nice tidying up!  It's so much easier to do it when they are gone!  Shhhhh!  Don't tell them... I want it to be a surprise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-4995313118162493893?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/4995313118162493893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=4995313118162493893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/4995313118162493893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/4995313118162493893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/08/organizing-adventure.html' title='An Organizing Adventure!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-8931802084889092871</id><published>2007-07-29T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:07:07.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Blessed!</title><content type='html'>I have spent the last week being totally spoiled. I spent the first three days at my parents' house relaxing, touring the museum, and shopping with just my mom and sister! (Dad kept 4 kids and did a beautiful job! Thanks, Dad!) Then my husband came and whisked me away for three days with just him. We did a whole lot of fun stuff in the big city with responsibility for nothing and no one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm home with a lot to catch up on, very tired, but feeling great! I am truly blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-8931802084889092871?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/8931802084889092871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=8931802084889092871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8931802084889092871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8931802084889092871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-blessed.html' title='So Blessed!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-979979307849156839</id><published>2007-07-21T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:30:34.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK-8ocYT8I/AAAAAAAAACA/jc89GtUIHZA/s1600-h/DSC03052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089840477739962306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK-8ocYT8I/AAAAAAAAACA/jc89GtUIHZA/s320/DSC03052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK-9YcYT9I/AAAAAAAAACI/qBtQxSyFT-k/s1600-h/DSC03055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089840490624864210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK-9YcYT9I/AAAAAAAAACI/qBtQxSyFT-k/s320/DSC03055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK-94cYT-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/e1ZsHwYPgow/s1600-h/DSC03061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089840499214798818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK-94cYT-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/e1ZsHwYPgow/s320/DSC03061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK--YcYT_I/AAAAAAAAACY/v6P-x96UvqA/s1600-h/DSC03064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089840507804733426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK--YcYT_I/AAAAAAAAACY/v6P-x96UvqA/s320/DSC03064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK--4cYUAI/AAAAAAAAACg/jasqUG3aRlU/s1600-h/DSC03068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089840516394668034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK--4cYUAI/AAAAAAAAACg/jasqUG3aRlU/s320/DSC03068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a husband who so enjoys working outside in our yard. He does such a great job at making it beautiful for us to enjoy. He also loves to work in his garden as is evident by the baskets of vegetables in the first picture we have given away this weekend! Our freezer is full, and we are eating them as fast as we can. It is fun to share these with others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite flowers in the yard is shown in the second picture. It is called a passion flower and the picture does not do it justice. It grows on a vine with beautifully interesting shapes and curly-Q stems on them. Then every now and then there will be a bloom. When it opens fully, you can see the interesting shapes and colors all throughout the flower. It is truly one of God's best works of art, in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take some time today to notice God's beauty around you. We serve a creative and generous God who shares his creativity with us in many unbelievable ways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-979979307849156839?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/979979307849156839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=979979307849156839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/979979307849156839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/979979307849156839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/07/gods-artwork.html' title='God&apos;s Artwork'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RqK-8ocYT8I/AAAAAAAAACA/jc89GtUIHZA/s72-c/DSC03052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-7699478914187177177</id><published>2007-07-17T06:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:16:49.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Confessions!</title><content type='html'>I'm frugal and proud of it!  Yesterday was a great day for me.  It began with a "quick" trip to Target to see if we could find some uniform shirts for school.  We found the polos and then some.  We stumbled upon jeans for school at 75% off, which means we bought 6 pair of jeans for less than $25.  (No, I'm not kidding) &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'm a planner!  Anyone who knows me knows I like to be organized and I like to plan ahead.  School does not start for another month, but because of upcoming trips and other commitments, I wanted to get the majority of the boys' school supplies bought this week.  We began by checking to see what we already had on hand, which turned out to be a lot of stuff.  We now have our list to purchase what we need, which we will purchase today.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;My kids play too many video games!  Last year, I implemented the "play as many video games as you wish" rule, "as long as you also read for the same amount of time."  This plan worked beautifully, and the boys read several books over the summer.  This year, we "suggested" the same plan (in my quest for giving my sons a little more freedom and independence to make good choices).  It's not working so well.  Six weeks into the summer, I'm not sure if either has finished a book of substancial length!  So I will be helping them make better choices for the remainder of the summer!  But the talk about the excessive video game playing prompted a great idea.  My 9 year old wanted to have a sleepover with two of his friends, but &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; decided it would be a "no video game" sleepover!  We began to look around the house and realized all the cool stuff we had to do!  His list of things to do at the sleepover is way longer than the time they will have to create so much fun!  His 12 year old brother is even planning on inviting a couple of friends, too! &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I read books and blogs about being organized!  My latest favorite is &lt;a href="http://www.orgjunkie.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  This lady keeps me laughing and organizing!  One of my favorite gifts ever was a labeler that was in my stocking a couple of Christmases ago!  I also keep various tubs, boxes, crates, etc. on hand "just in case" I might need them!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Even though I love to organize spaces, most of my spaces are still unorganized!  I managed to clean out a cabinet yesterday in search of school supplies.  It made me realize how much I enjoy the act of organizing.  Maybe I will be inspired to keep going today.  Or maybe I'll take a nap instead!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Whew!  I feel better!  Confession is good for the soul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-7699478914187177177?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/7699478914187177177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=7699478914187177177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7699478914187177177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7699478914187177177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-confessions.html' title='Random Confessions!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-7818743575857136653</id><published>2007-07-13T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:34:16.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Just Beachy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RpeJRKQ3x9I/AAAAAAAAABg/aeFiRCFm7yE/s1600-h/DSC03015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086685232044165074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RpeJRKQ3x9I/AAAAAAAAABg/aeFiRCFm7yE/s320/DSC03015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Beach Bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RpeJRqQ3x-I/AAAAAAAAABo/9uyqD1OlrN0/s1600-h/DSC03018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086685240634099682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RpeJRqQ3x-I/AAAAAAAAABo/9uyqD1OlrN0/s320/DSC03018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Boogie Boardin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RpeJSKQ3x_I/AAAAAAAAABw/DZ7eOcud-EM/s1600-h/DSC03023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086685249224034290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RpeJSKQ3x_I/AAAAAAAAABw/DZ7eOcud-EM/s320/DSC03023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; J.P. and Logan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RpeJSaQ3yAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pIhXktkJpIE/s1600-h/DSC03033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086685253519001602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RpeJSaQ3yAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pIhXktkJpIE/s320/DSC03033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Cousins minus Brent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vacations are just plain fun ... and tiring! When I was a kid, I didn't realize how much work vacations were, but now that I am the one who has to pack, load, drive, unpack, keep the peace, make sure everyone is having fun, etc., I am so thankful to my mom and dad for all the fun vacations we went on as kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J.P. and I just arrived home from a great time in Galveston with my sister in law and her kids, my sister and her kids and my mom. It was so much fun to see the cousins all playing and interacting together and having an all around good time! My sister in law rented a condo for the month and invited us to come down this week. It was so sweet of her to include all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now we are back to the real world of unpacking and laundry and paying bills, but it is all worth it for a few days on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-7818743575857136653?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/7818743575857136653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=7818743575857136653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7818743575857136653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/7818743575857136653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-just-beachy.html' title='Life Is Just Beachy!'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/RpeJRKQ3x9I/AAAAAAAAABg/aeFiRCFm7yE/s72-c/DSC03015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-8521442939080964807</id><published>2007-07-03T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:20:04.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Life is weird! We have owned our refrigerator for about 13-14 years. In recent years, its ice maker will periodically stop making ice, usually when we are having people over! It's not a big deal because we usually can move the stop bar up and down, hit it a few times, and then it kicks back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I kept hearing weird noises coming from the freezer, but didn't pay much attention. Then when we were getting drinks for dinner, my husband realized that the ice machine had a mind of its own! It apparantly has been making ice nonstop for the past couple of days, even though we have turned it off. There is ice everywhere in the freezer! It is an ice machine on steroids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is what we get for hitting it when it didn't work! :) Oh well, better too much ice than not enough in the summer! When life gives you ice, make some iced tea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-8521442939080964807?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/8521442939080964807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=8521442939080964807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8521442939080964807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/8521442939080964807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/07/ice-anyone.html' title='Ice, Anyone?'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-2333234304156295994</id><published>2007-07-01T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:47:00.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Thanks</title><content type='html'>While driving home from camp, my 9 year old was discussing different people he met during the week long session.  He was quite amazed at some of the kids and their ability to get away with as little as possible.  You see, my son is no perfect child, but he has always been a very hard worker.  I have memories of him in diapers helping me sweep and mop the kitchen.  Anyway, after discussing some of the campers who shunned many of their responsibilities, my sweet son paused, then said "Y'all are really good parents."  Was I dreaming?  Does this kind of thing really come out of a 9 year old's mouth?  I thought kids were at least 30 before they realized that their parents had a few redeeming qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on to explain that we have never given him nor his brother everything they always wanted.  We have always expected them to do their part in our home. Now our kids are not mistreated by any means, but they do have their chores.  I think he realized what spoiled brats and otherwise good kids with little expectations given them that there are in the world.  What a great lesson to learn at an early age.  He can go back to this camp every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Father, for the little bits of appreciation.  You have blessed us immensely with our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-2333234304156295994?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/2333234304156295994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=2333234304156295994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2333234304156295994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/2333234304156295994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/07/unexpected-thanks.html' title='Unexpected Thanks'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2799353336182575750.post-6481373312646392999</id><published>2007-06-27T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:06:48.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Stories Begin</title><content type='html'>After posting infrequently on my other blog (&lt;a href="http://www.adoptingkendrakate.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.adoptingkendrakate.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;), I decided to create a blog that is more for day to day stories of life. I am a true believer that everyone has a story to tell, but for some reason, we don't share them. Maybe we are afraid or maybe we just don't take the time. Whatever the reason, we have to tell our stories! It helps us know who we are and where we are going and it helps others see that we are all in this thing we call life together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2799353336182575750-6481373312646392999?l=astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/feeds/6481373312646392999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2799353336182575750&amp;postID=6481373312646392999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/6481373312646392999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2799353336182575750/posts/default/6481373312646392999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astorytotell-paula.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-stories-begin.html' title='Let the Stories Begin'/><author><name>Paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00826245056217559134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qZok0YweYA0/SMrchpR9L0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iiuTFruVnjI/S220/DSC04064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
